For MaLFoyMaiDeN, because she likes AlbusxRose, and I'm a bit twisted and don't mind writing it ;)

I watched her as she walked into Grandma's kitchen. Her hair swayed, catching the light now and then. It shimmied and shined, tempting me beyond recognition. I felt that urge to touch it, but I kept my hand firmly by my side, because I could already feel the loathing thoughts enter my mind, seeping anger and hatred towards myself.

James and Lorrie were singing drunkenly, hands entwined, looking happy. I felt unfairly bitter; because the girl I liked was my cousin.

Rose came up beside me, smelling of melted chocolate and powder. I heard her laugh. "Do you fancy Lorrie? You keep staring at her and James."

"No!" I said, maybe a bit too quickly, because she made me nervous.

"OK, Al, it's OK. Your secret is safe with me," she giggled. I hated it when she giggled – it was too cutesy and girly for studious Rose. Or, maybe that's just how I saw her. "So," she drew out, "who do you fancy?"

I lied, "No one."

"You sure?" she sounded a bit different now, so I turned towards her. She yanked at my hand, pulling me into the garden. It was freezing and snowing and out there, with Rose, I felt completely wrapped up in the Christmas mood.

She pressed her lips on mine. It felt weird – because I knew someone could just peep and see us, but not because she was my cousin and I tangled my hands in her hair as if it was supposed to feel this right. It didn't even feel wrong. Just her lips moving against mine, her hands in my hair, and mine in hers. It felt just like I'd wanted it to, and so much better.