Title: All I Want for Christmas
Sub-Title: No, it's not my two front teeth
Author: Short Skirt, Long Jacket
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.except for maybe the idea. Nope, my sister laid claim to it.Damn.all the Harry Potter stuff belongs to J.K. Rowling, and the song belongs to Mariah Carey.
Six months. They had been together for six months. Then, they got into a fight, and all hell broke loose. He had broken up with her. She poked her head out of the curtains. She let a small sneer show up as she watched Pansy hanging all over her ex-boyfriend.
"And to think I called her a friend for a while," she muttered as she brought her head back inside the curtains. She tugged on her outfit a little bit before she heard her name being announced, and then the curtain opened. He stared. She was wearing a long sleeved red velvet dress that went down to the middle of her thigh. It was adorned with white fluff. Then perched on top of her head was a small Santa hat. And she was staring right at him. Then in a small voice that got louder with every passing second she began to sing.
"I don't want a lot for Christmas.
There is just one thing I need.
I don't care about the presents, underneath the Christmas tree.
I just want you for my own.
More than you could ever know.
Make my wish come true.
All I want for Christmas is you."
Of course, the song continued on, but those were all the words needed. The young man could barely make himself wait until the song was over. As soon as she had finished he raced to the stage behind the curtains.
"Angel? Are you still back here," he asked looking for her. When he did find her, he found a heartbreaking sight. She was sitting down, her Santa hat thrown to the side, her face in her hands, bawling her eyes out. "Angel, oh angel. I'm so sorry. I never meant what I said. Father, well, Father didn't like it. He threatened your life angel. I just wanted to save you, that's all I've ever wanted to do."
"So that's it, you think you can just come back in here say a few reassuring words and everything will be back to normal?" she practically yelled at him. Then, she screwed her face up into an odd position. He laughed.
"What are you doing?" he asked her.
"Trying to resist you," she told him seriously, "Damn. Didn't work." And with that she practically threw herself into his arms.
Of course, neither of them realized that the microphone had still been on, so the audience had heard every word said. And neither of them realized that the curtain had slowly been opening. The two finally noticed it when someone let out a catcall and they both looked out to the audience. He got an evil gleam in his eye.
"I guess there's only one thing left to do," he told her.
"What?"
"This."
And with that he leaned her back and took her lips with his own. And of course, the audience burst into applause. When they finally parted, only two more phrases were said.
"I love you Ginny."
"I love you too Draco"
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Of course, no one noticed Harry, Hermione, Ron, Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy all exchanging high fives backstage. Their plan had worked. Mission 'make Draco and Ginny stop being grumpy and mean because they broke up' was a success.
Sub-Title: No, it's not my two front teeth
Author: Short Skirt, Long Jacket
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.except for maybe the idea. Nope, my sister laid claim to it.Damn.all the Harry Potter stuff belongs to J.K. Rowling, and the song belongs to Mariah Carey.
Six months. They had been together for six months. Then, they got into a fight, and all hell broke loose. He had broken up with her. She poked her head out of the curtains. She let a small sneer show up as she watched Pansy hanging all over her ex-boyfriend.
"And to think I called her a friend for a while," she muttered as she brought her head back inside the curtains. She tugged on her outfit a little bit before she heard her name being announced, and then the curtain opened. He stared. She was wearing a long sleeved red velvet dress that went down to the middle of her thigh. It was adorned with white fluff. Then perched on top of her head was a small Santa hat. And she was staring right at him. Then in a small voice that got louder with every passing second she began to sing.
"I don't want a lot for Christmas.
There is just one thing I need.
I don't care about the presents, underneath the Christmas tree.
I just want you for my own.
More than you could ever know.
Make my wish come true.
All I want for Christmas is you."
Of course, the song continued on, but those were all the words needed. The young man could barely make himself wait until the song was over. As soon as she had finished he raced to the stage behind the curtains.
"Angel? Are you still back here," he asked looking for her. When he did find her, he found a heartbreaking sight. She was sitting down, her Santa hat thrown to the side, her face in her hands, bawling her eyes out. "Angel, oh angel. I'm so sorry. I never meant what I said. Father, well, Father didn't like it. He threatened your life angel. I just wanted to save you, that's all I've ever wanted to do."
"So that's it, you think you can just come back in here say a few reassuring words and everything will be back to normal?" she practically yelled at him. Then, she screwed her face up into an odd position. He laughed.
"What are you doing?" he asked her.
"Trying to resist you," she told him seriously, "Damn. Didn't work." And with that she practically threw herself into his arms.
Of course, neither of them realized that the microphone had still been on, so the audience had heard every word said. And neither of them realized that the curtain had slowly been opening. The two finally noticed it when someone let out a catcall and they both looked out to the audience. He got an evil gleam in his eye.
"I guess there's only one thing left to do," he told her.
"What?"
"This."
And with that he leaned her back and took her lips with his own. And of course, the audience burst into applause. When they finally parted, only two more phrases were said.
"I love you Ginny."
"I love you too Draco"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Of course, no one noticed Harry, Hermione, Ron, Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy all exchanging high fives backstage. Their plan had worked. Mission 'make Draco and Ginny stop being grumpy and mean because they broke up' was a success.