My eyes soon found Malfoy sitting between his two brain-dead companions. He looked kind of nice sitting there all quietly. He looked thoughtful like he had more important things on his mind than the history of unicorns. Mentally he clearly wasn’t in this room, which was probably a good thing, he might have found it a bit peculiar me staring at him like I did. Apparently intelligent people didn’t have an automatically shield against Cupid. It would have made things a lot easier had I had one.

“You are aware of the fact that you are completely overreacting, right?” Katrina asked standing next to my bed watching me flip through the pages of a huge book full of nasty spells with a possessed look on my face.

The sight of the tree of them sitting without Malfoy made me set my next plan in action.
No I didn’t intend to humiliate him again! 
I’m on the good side you know. I just wanted to leave him a little note.

The last Hogsmeade weekend in November was a crowded affair. Apparently everyone wanted to go to Hogsmeade to see the beginning of the Christmas decorations and the little booths selling all kinds of strange things, candy and gingerbread hearts.

“This year we are introducing something new here at Hogwarts,” Dumbledore said that morning, “During December all years are going to get a secret Christmas friend. This happens by a lot, and you can draw a person from any house to be Christmas friends towards. Then you have to give that person little presents and maybe do a little prank with them. But nothing harmful. Then before we go home for the holiday, you all reveal yourself to your new friend.”

When I woke the kitchen was dark and unbelievably quiet. I swear you could have heard a needle to falling to the floor. But I’m not really the type of person to throw needles, so…

My bed creaked and moved back and forth as someone jumped on it. Loudly a voice was singing We wish you a merry Christmas. I knew that if I opened my eyes I would se a widely smiling Charlie jump up and down not trying very hard to avoid jumping on my legs.

For a second we stood together in the door Draco and I seeking the courage to enter but hearing footsteps behind us made us proceed. Never in my life has the way from the door to our table been longer than that night.