I'm working on a different one shot at the moment but here's a quick cute one

You delicately picked up the needle on the phonograph and set it on the record, smiling to yourself as the sweet jazz flowed from the mysterious box. The log fire you'd lit moments before crackled and popped in time with the music. The whole apartment felt warm and cozy despite the raging snowstorm outside. You didn't mind the blizzard; it seemed perfect for Christmas.

It was the beginning of your famous Christmas party. You were known for being a die-hard Christmas fan, and the get-togethers you threw annually almost always ensued something big. For example, at last year's party, Queenie and Jacob announced their engagement. Needless to say, your parties were a big deal.

And the first guest was arriving.

There were three short knocks on the door. You instantly rushed over to get it, grabbing the knob and flinging open the door. You smiled when you saw your best friend Newt standing outside in the cold, bundled up so tightly you could just barely see his eyes poking through the layers of scarves.

"Newt! Come inside, come inside! It's freezing out there!" You ushered him in, securing the door behind you.

"Thank you," Newt said sheepishly, unwrapping his Hufflepuff scarf from his neck and pulling his hat from his head.

You brushed some snow off of his trademark navy coat. "You could've apparated, you know. Or used the floo if you really needed to." You snickered at the pile of snow that was slowly gathering on your floor.

"Nonsense, you're not too far from my apartment, and this is the way muggles do it. It's a muggle holiday, so why shouldn't I walk?" He smiled at you, hanging up his referenced coat on the rickety coat rack in the corner.

"You've made your point, Salamander. Here, take off your boats. I've got eggnog in the kitchen." You raised your eyebrows excitedly and rushed out of the room to your cozy kitchen.

"You've really gone all out on the decorations this year, haven't you?" Newt remarked as he followed you slowly. It was true, you'd gone a little overboard when you were decorating. Wreaths hung from every window, tinsel and garlands of pine leaves hung on the edges of the ceiling, mistletoe dangled in miscellaneous places around the room, and you even had a great big decorated Christmas tree in the center of your living room.

"It's not bad, is it?" You asked timidly, taking a jug of store-bought eggnog from the fridge. You plucked two glasses from the cabinet and set them on the counter.

"No, I think it's festive," Newt replied in a way that said it really wasn't.

"You are exactly right," you beamed, pouring eggnog into the two glasses. You handed one glass to Newt and held the other close to your chest.

Newt took a sip of the liquid and scrunched up his face.

"Too sweet?" You asked, taking a sip of your own drink. Newt nodded.

"Usually I love sweet things, but this is..." Newt laughed, making a face.

"Yeah, yeah. I get it, Salamander," you swiped Newt's cup out of his hand and poured it into your own glass.

"Hey, isn't that alcoholic?" Newt raised an eyebrow.

"Maybe," you grinned, taking a sip. "Now, Tina will be here any second, so let's get ready!"

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The party was in full swing by six o'clock. It had gotten dark and dismal outside, but still the snow storm pushed on through the streets. It was times like those when you wished you could magic the roads free of snow. You'd had more than one glass of eggnog, and you were right on the edge of full drunkenness.

"You did a fantastic job with the decorations, (Y/N)!" Queenie giggled to you. You both stood in the corner, surveying the party and taking tiny sips of eggnog. You weren't the only one slightly drunk at the party.

"Thank you!" You beamed, leaning against the wall. "Newt didn't like them. He said they were festive, but I don't believe him," you wrinkled your nose.

Queenie gasped. "Nonsense! Honey, these are adorable!"

You giggled and rested your head against the wall. "Did you see the mistletoe?" You whispered in her ear with a playful smile on your face.

"I did," she grinned, a mischievous glint in her crystal eyes.

A snort escaped your throat. "Jacob's been trying to get you under one of those all night," you teased her.

"He's my husband, silly! If he wants to kiss me he can just do it." She rolled her eyes. You took a sip of your eggnog. "I know someone who's been trying to get you under the mistletoe-"

"NO!" You cried, slapping a hand over her mouth. Thankfully, no one heard you over the blaring Christmas music and talking. Your cheeks went red. "We don't talk about that, Queenie!"

She pried your hand off her mouth and took a sip of her eggnog. "Newt!" She called.

"No!" You gasped.

"Come here!" She giggled, waving the cinnamon-haired man over. Newt excused himself from his conversation with Credence and trotted over to where you and Queenie were standing.

You instantly sobered up, your face loosing all color. You knew that Queenie liked to play matchmaker when she was tipsy, and you had no doubt that she'd embarrass you, Newt, and herself in no more than five minutes.

"Queenie!" You hissed. "What are you doing!"

"Giving you a push!" She whispered back with a wink.

"You needed me?" Newt asked as he slowed to a stop in front of you. Queenie looped one arm through the crook of his elbow and the other through yours. Forcefully, she pulled the two of you across the room.

"Yes! See, I need to get some more eggnog, and (Y/N) here is a little tipsy. So I just need you to watch over her for a little bit," Queenie said with a sweet smile. Newt went red.

"O-of course," he stumbled.

"Perfect!" Queenie beamed. She pushed you and Newt in front of a window seat. "I'll be back! Don't get into too much trouble," she winked. Then she flounced off, feeling perfectly satisfied with herself.

You stood there, swaying on your feet for a second, before Newt put a hand on your elbow. "Why don't you sit down?" He offered. You looked at the window seat and nodded numbly, plopping down onto the pillows. Newt laughed softly.

"How many drinks have you had?" He asked.

"Four... maybe five..." you hummed, taking a sip of the eggnog in your hand. Newt gently pried the glass from your hand and set it on a table near the both of you.

"I think that's enough for tonight." Newt smiled and sat down next to you.

You grinned. "Nah, I'm pretty sure I'm sober now."

"What's the capital of Russia?"

"Correct."

You both laughed at your ridiculous answer. You gazed at Newt, a wistful smile on your face. You liked him, maybe even loved him. But you couldn't let yourself even dream about a life where he loved you back.

Newt's eyes flickered upwards. His cheeks turned a light pink, and he started to laugh nervously.

"T-there's mistletoe above us," Newt remarked, a sparkle in his kaleidoscope eyes.

You looked up, an identical blush appearing on your cheekbones.

"There is," you replied. Newt scooted closer to you.

"You know the tradition, don't you?" He asked timidly.

"Of course I do," you smiled.

"Can... can I kiss you, then?" He whispered. His face had gotten steadily closer and closer to yours, and the words sent a tingle down your spine. All you could do was nod.

Newt put a hand on your jawline, rubbing his thumb over the skin. He moved his face forward, his nose bumping yours. You put a hand up to the back of his neck softly, taking a sharp breath.

"You're not just saying yes because you're drunk, are you?" Newt murmured against your lips.

"I've loved you too long to say no," you whispered back, pushing forward and capturing his lips with your own in the perfect Christmas kiss.

You ran your fingers along the nape of Newt's neck. Fireworks exploded in your head and Newt pulled you closer to him, conveying every emotion the both of you had kept bottled up.

You broke away from the kiss, resting your forehead against Newt's.

"I love you too," he whispered with a shy smile.

"I hope so, or that might've been awkward," you laughed, giving him a peck. Newt laughed along with you, wrapping his arms around you.

You knew what the 'big Christmas event' was. Last year it was Queenie and Jacob. That year it was you and Newt, for years to come.