This is my first fanfiction ever, and I am EXTREMELY proud that it is a dramione (they're my fave pairing!!!) I am DELIGHTED to finally have a fanfiction account- I've been reading fanfics for the past year and a half- but only recently opened my account!!! Please review, read, and enjoy FOR REVIEWS: flames, constructive criticism, etc… ALL IS WELCOME!!!
This SHOULD be a quick, light fanfic published and completed on Christmas--- its funny (hopefully) and I hope you all enjoy!!!
Gloop??
Hermione Granger, war hero, recipient of an Order of Merlin (first class), and
Auror extrodinaire was pumped.
Christmas is in ONE MONTH!!! She cheered mentally, as she navigated the icy streets of Diagon Alley, on her way home from picking up some spare potion ingredients and early Christmas presents. But she wasn't being completely honest with herself. Okay, fine. She conceded to herself. One month and one day. Plenty of time to prepare. Tommorrow, the Daily Prophet would announce the details of the annual Ministry Christmas Extravaganza, Christmas market, and Gala! There would also be the annual ministry Christmas staff meeting- Open to all ministry employees from Wizengamot judges to broom cupboard cleaners. She loved helping prepare for the course, Hermione, being an auror, had sources inside the ministry, and usually found out more about this special event ahead of time. Of course, she realized there hasn't been much hype about it this year. Actually, there hasn't been ANY. Oh dear. She sighed. There was no use getting worked up about something as silly as less gossip than usual within the ministry.
Hermione slipped on the ice, sliding less-than gracefully towards her doorway, landing in a heap under her mailbox. Great! She thought, shuffling through her pockets desperately. I'll bet that 'Mysterious beasty' egg I got Hagrid is broken!! Sure enough, greenish-yellow, acidic-smelling goop was now oozing through her pocket, burning a hole in the leather of her jacket. She sat up suddenly, realizing that she was, essentially, lying in the broken egg-yolk. GROSS! Her head banged on the mailbox. OUCH! She lay back down quickly, and watched the world spin slightly. Egg-yolk-goop oozed from her pocket onto the sidewalk. Who would've thought that such a small egg would've had so much gloop in it? She wondered.
"Merlin's fudgemuffins!" said a voice above her. "what the HELL is this CRAP??" She looked to the side to see a pair of expensive dragon hide boots now covered in a mixture of green-yellow-yolk-gloop and melting snow. Hermione sighed. That voice sounds awfully familiar she realized. And I'm really NOT feeling like any confrontations right now. Hermione sat up again, scooting over as she did so to avoid another encounter with her mailbox. And groaned when she saw who it was.
"Malfoy," she said slightly testily "Good to see you again." While her words were cordial, her voice showed her true feelings; while Draco Malfoy had passed information to the light side during the war, clearing his family name and making himself a war hero, he was by no means (from Hermione's point of view) any less of a snob or an asshole than he had been before the war. She had no desire to see him now, or ever again for that matter.
"Forgoing all pretenses of congeniality, let's get right to the point," Malfoy intoned, his voice an angry hiss "WHY ARE MY PRICELESS DRAGON-SKIN BOOTS A GIFT FROM MY FIANCÉ- OR EX-FIANCÉ I SHOULD SAY- COVERED IN SLIME???"
"If she's your ex-fiancé why are you wearing her gifts?" Hermione said, dancing around the real question. Malfoy glowered.
"That's besides the point." He said, his tone now edged with sulkiness. He thought for a moment. "But honestly, if she's gone, clearly she won't be buying me another pair of boots. WHICH MAKES YOUR CRIME ALL THE WORSE!!"
"How do you know the slime is because of me?" Hermione wondered.
"BECAUSE YOU'RE SITTING UNDER SOME CRAZY BOX (what is that, by the way?) AND THE SLIME IS COMING OUT OF YOUR POCKET!!" Malfoy shouted, his pale cheeks now tinged with pink. Hermione smiled.
"It's a Muggle mailbox, Malfoy," she explained, with an air of benevolence, as if she was a Queen, explaining the workings of a kingdom to a lowly peasant who has no hope of understanding. Malfoy scowled at her tone.
"Alright, Miss high and mighty! Let's get back to the poi- WAIT! Why do you have a Muggle mailbox in a suburb of WIZARDING London?" he asked, getting sidetracked again. This time it was Hermione's turn to frown.
"I think it's quite homey-looking," Hermione defended. "besides, I can decorate it for the holidays!!" Both party's faces lit up briefly at the mention of Christmas, before Draco scowled again.
"I have places to be, Mudblood," he said (Hermione frowned at his use of the derogatory term) "seeing as I can simply clean my boots with magic, I won't press charges—" (Hermione snorted- Draco glowered) "—this time!" he walked a couple paces away and turned abruptly on his heel, apparating away, but not before Hermione caught a couple bars of the Christmas carol 'Magic Bells' by the Wacky Wizards and Wobbly Witches- a popular wizarding band.
