When it got close to Christmas you instantly began to panic about what you were supposed to get your boyfriend Neville for Christmas. You weren't from a financially stable home, and you certainly didn't have any money spare to go get him anything that was remotely decent.

You knew that he would be fine if you didn't get him anything. He would be polite about it, and it wouldn't even be a cover up about his true feelings as he'd genuinely just be happy you were with him on Christmas day.

Neither of you were going home this year, so were planning to just spend the day together at Hogwarts due to having nothing else to do at this time of year. It wasn't as though you didn't want to spend time with him, but it made you hate the concept of spending the day with him as you didn't want to just be there without a present for him.

With a lot of work in the lead up to Christmas, you finally had gotten him something. It wasn't great, and it was handmade but you hoped that he'd appreciate it.

When the day finally rolled around, you two were the only ones left in the Gryffindor common room due to there only being a handful of you that were left from your house.

As soon as you met Neville in the common room you happily went over to him and looped your arms around his neck pecking his lips. Before you reached him you placed the wrapped present you'd carried with you next to the present you assumed he'd wrapped on the edge of the sofa.

"Merry Christmas," you smiled with your forehead pressed against his.

"Merry Christmas," he said softly, wrapping his arms around you to pull you into a tight embrace.

Whilst you still hugged one another, you moved over to the sofa, sitting next to each other. You moved so that your legs were thrown across his lap with your back leaning against the arm of the chair.

You hesitantly handed the present to him first, leaving the one that was from him where it was.

"I'm sorry," you said softly. "It is really bad. I couldn't afford to buy anything so I made something instead. It's really bad quality and I am so sorry I couldn't get anything better."

He gave you light pitiful smile as he rested one of his hands on your leg.

"I'm sure that I'll love it."

Neville began to unwrap the present to reveal a handmade woollen scarf that you had probably spent too long attempting to learn how to make it. He smiled down at the woollen object, before wrapping it around his neck, and turning with a grin to you.

"I love it Y/N. Did you actually make this?" He asked, his happiness clear in his voice.

"Yeah. Are you sure you like it?"

He nodded, hesitantly pulling you closer to him again so that he could embrace you once more.

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Written by Charlotte.