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Happy Christmas Everyone! Here's a quick songfic that will hopefully make your holidays even better!


The Golden Trio was walking toward Transfiguration for their next class when Ron suddenly burst out, "Hermione! Will you stop with that racket!"

Hermione glared at Ron, "I was not making a racket, I was just humming! So you can go around snoring in class as loud as a rampaging buffalo and I'm the one making a racket! Humph."

"Hermione, which Christmas song were you humming any ways?" Harry asked, "I never got to sing songs at the Dursley's."

"12 Days of Christmas." Hermione answered shortly, still a bit peeved at Ron.

"Oh, that's the one about the apricot tree," Ron interjected.

"It's a pear tree, and no Ron, not that 12 Days of Christmas. It's my own version." She grinned to herself and then continued to hum.

That night Hermione pulled her curtains tight and put a silencing charm on them. Then sang,

"On the 12th day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
12 bouncing ferrets,
11 house elves singing,
10 dragon's flying 9 Horucruxes,
8 Snape's a-sneering,
7 Weasley Children,
6 Draco's dancing,
5 Golden Eggs!
4 Hogwarts houses,
a 3 Headed dog,
2 sneaking twins,
and a Quaffle saved just for me!"


Can you guess Hermione's true love?
I'll put on two quotes because I forgot to last time.

'"I shudder to think what the state of my in-tray would be if I was away from work for five days"
"Yeah, someone might slip dragon dung in it again, eh, Perce?" said Fred "That was a sample of fertilizer from Norway!" said Percy, going very red in the face. "It was nothing personal"
"It was," Fred whispered to Harry as they got up from the table. "We sent it'
Goblet of Fire

This ones out of order but it goes with the season:
'Fred, George, Harry, and Ron were the only ones who knew that the angel on top of the tree was actually a garden gnome that had bitten Fred on the ankle as he pulled carrots for the Christmas dinner. Stupefied, painted gold, stuffed into a miniature tutu and with small wings glued to its back, it glowered down at them all, the ugliest angel Harry had ever seen, with a large bald head like a potato and rather hairy feet'
Half-Blood Prince