I'm Beginning To See The Light

I literally fell into my flat after finally pushing open the door. Christmas shopping had become a day-long excursion, mostly because it seemed every witch and wizard decided to do some last minute holiday shopping. As I lurched forward, all my packages and bags naturally went flying and scattered about the small foyer.

Fan-bloody-tastic.

I huffed before collecting them back up in my arms and running to my bedroom, unceremoniously tossing them on my bed. I dropped to my knees and reached under my bed, blindly feeling around for wrapping paper, which I swear I had.

Books... more books... journals... Hogwarts: A History...

Wait. How long had that been there?

I shook my head. Piddly-diddly and all that nonsense.

My hands finally found the long tube-like thing and I pulled it out, inspecting the paper. Green plaid. Functional, yet classy. Or at least I thought so...

Right, so I stood and frantically searched through the million bags I had on my bed. Tissue paper everywhere, box lids hanging open.

Where had I put Remus' present?

Panicking, I turned and ran back to the front door.

"Oh, pocket watch," I cooed, "Wherefore art thou?"

I laughed to myself, realising my Olde English "Froodian Slip", or whatever that barmy psycho-muggle came up with way back when.

Was that even the proper pronunciation? It probably would sound better with phlegm, so it got that harsh, guttural sound... I'd have to ask Lily about it. Not that she would know German. But maybe she does?

I mentally slapped myself. Stop thinking such nonsense, Lizzie! You need to find Remus' present!

Oh, where could it be? I was about to head back out and search the stairwell when I spotted the small, mahogany box. I think I let out an awkward squeal before I jumped for it and scurried back to my room to wrap it.

I quickly pushed all the other gifts to the other side of my mattress, and, with the flick of my wand, the plaid paper began to wrap itself around the small box. I shed myself of my robes and went to change.

Remus was coming over tonight before I went back north to spend the holiday with my parents. I wanted to look presentable, at the very least.

I pulled on a long sleeved, knee length maroon dress that I had stolen from Bridget last week. I looked pretty good. I mean, if I were a bloke, I'd take me out on a date... Yeah. My hair, however, was being most uncooperative, and so I just pulled it back into a ponytail.

I slipped on a pair of flats and went back to the bed to write his name on the gift tag before sticking one of those muggle, ready-made shiny bows on top.

Sometimes, they really do have good ideas.

I went out to the living room, hiding the box behind a picture frame. Remus and I had sort of made a deal not to get each other anything, but I had gone ahead anyway. I just didn't want him to feel obligated to get me anything seeing as he was a little low on funds. Since graduating, he had been having a difficult time holding down a job. It was unfortunate, really, because, even though Remus was a werewolf, it didn't make him a bad employee.

And that wasn't just me being biased since he's my boyfriend.

I had just lit various candles around the room and was putting a record on when there was a sharp knock on the door.

"It's open," I called, delicately placing the needle on top of the black disc.

"Evening," Remus said as I turned around, his hazel eyes twinkling.

"Hello," I smiled back as he leaned down and gave me a soft peck on the lips. I leaned in, wanting more, but he quickly pulled away.

"I should start on dinner, then?"

Yeah, Remus. While you're at it, why not just ruin the moment?

I followed him to the kitchen, and he started pulling produce out of a bag I hadn't even noticed he had been carrying.

"Am I allowed to help?" I asked innocently.

He snorted, "Do you remember the last time you offered to help in the kitchen?"

"Um, I'm sorry, but I think that incident should be pardoned."

"Oh? Why's that?"

"Because last time, you left me alone in the kitchen and didn't tell me that you had something in the oven, so it isn't my fault your kitchen almost exploded. You should've informed me."

"I did. You were too busy scribbling in your journal," he said, fixing me with a look.

I shrugged sheepishly.

A couple bowls of soup, pasta, and half a pecan pie later, Remus settled on the couch. I awkwardly stood, ever so slightly inching towards the table where I had hidden his present.

"Lizzie, what're you doing?" he asked warily, running a hand through his hair.

"Oh, erm," I said, finally standing in front of it and reaching behind for the small box. "Just, uh, getting comfortable?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Against a table? All the way across the room from me?"

I sighed in defeat, moving forward and stopping when I reached him.

"I just got you a little something," I said meekly.

"Lizzie," he said hesitantly.

"Just take it," I said, offering the small box to him.

"You really shouldn't have," he said softly, finally reaching for it.

I sat down next to him, smoothing my skirt as I waited. The only thing that bothered me about Remus was that he took his time when he was unwrapping presents. It was like a delicate and tender journey of becoming acquainted with the box and its shape, studying the paper, ever so slowly pulling the paper away...

"Oh, for Merlin's sake, Remus!" I huffed as he ran his hands over the lid.

He shot me a look, "You're the one who insisted on getting me a present. You'll suffer the consequences."

I crossed my arms over my chest and settled against the back of the couch as he finally opened it.

He looked at it carefully before lifting the pocket watch from its smooth velvet bed, turning it over in his hand several times.

"Thank you, Lizzie," he said, looking at me from the corner of his eye.

"Do you like it?" I asked quietly, leaning forward again.

He nodded, a sad look on his face.

"Er, Remus, what's wrong?"

"I just," he sighed, "I thought we agreed we weren't getting each other anything? I don't have a gift for you."

"I know! I don't expect anything," I gushed. "You made me a delicious dinner! That's enough of a gift for me."

"It wasn't that good," he said, setting the box and wrapping on the coffee table.

"Yeah, it was," I shot back.

One of those particularly oppressive silences settled over us, even though the Christmas music crooned from the corner.

I bit my lip.

"Elizabeth, what am I going to do with you?" he asked finally, turning to face me, a wicked smile on his face.

He used my full name. That only meant one thing...

"Oh, I really don't know," I said nonchalantly, moving to stand. Remus' hand on my arm stopped me, and I found myself being pulled to his chest, a gentle smile on his face.

"Happy Christmas, Elizabeth," he said softly before pressing his lips to mine.

And, well, it's not really decent for me to say what happened from there...

But, I will say it was certainly the best Christmas present or thank you gift I had ever received.


The following disclaimer goes for all chapters: J.K. Rowling owns the world of Harry Potter, not me. I'm just borrowing it and adding some new characters here and there.
Inspired by "I'm Beginning to See The Light" performed by Bobby Darin.
Please review, and let me know if you have any requests! I expect I'll have another one shot or two up tomorrow. Yours.