She pushed her head off your chest and moved her hand from around your shoulders.

"I got you a small something." She removed her gaze from yours and looked down, "it isn't much," she crawled to the edge of the four-poster bed that you had been holding her on and dangled her head and hands over the edge. Rustling through the suitcases and through various 'where are you?' and 'where have you gone?'. She emerged a few moments later, her normally well-kept hair had become a curly untamed mane, her hands delicately capsuled a large, brown parcel, she pushed it along the bed until it sat in your lap. Her face turned as red as the banners that hung in the common-room.

"It... didn't quite turn out as well as I hoped but I hope you'll like it. After textbooks and uniform and everything else I didn't want to waste a few sickles on some silly trinket."

She crossed her legs and sat with her fists clenched in her lap, an anxious smile and the beginning of a tear appeared simultaneously on her pale, ever-so slightly freckled face. You picked the package up from your lap, you held it in your hands for just a few moments before tugging at the light brown parchment paper, causing it to disintegrate into ash, revealing a burgundy knitted jumper.

You lifted the jumper up, the front of it embezzled with what you guessed to be the first letter of your name in dark blue wool. Light seeped through small holes in the wool, Molly's face appeared through a slightly larger one.

"Oh dear, you hate it don't you?" She covered her face with her hands as it turned redder and redder, she pulled her knees up and placed her head in between them.

"Molly, I love it."

She looked up at you puzzled.

"I'm sorry, what?"

You placed your hand onto hers whilst still clutching onto the gift. "I said, I love it. Better than any present a galleon could buy," Pulling your current jumper up and over your head you threw it onto the floor before pulling your new one on. The wool was coarse and itchy, one arm hole was quite lower than the other and the head hole was slightly too large.

But the whole item was infused with an incredible amount of love and thought, you held it tightly to your chest, the warmth in your heart heating Hogwarts during even the coldest winter solstice.

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Written by Aaron.