            If only Christmas could hurry up already, Hermione mused, chewing on her thoroughly-stabbed potato wedge. They had plans to host Christmas in Grimmauld this year, since the Burrow was still finishing up its renovations. After the Weasley’s home had been badly damaged during the war, Harry had insisted on using the Potter vault to pay for both the repairs and expansions. It took many a Weasley dinner of convincing, and many hints about an upcoming betrothal to a certain red-haired witch, but finally Molly had given in.