BBPC's NOTE:D Happy Christmas everyone! C: Here's a senseless one-shot fluff for you (I wrote it on a whim after I received a text message - that was the 'prompt' of sorts for this), just so you'd know that I haven't passed away in the cold. Haha!

As for my promised projects, I'm working on them now, but I'm not certain on when I'm able to update or post. Nonetheless, I will not bail on them. Do not fret. Now, enjoy!

Disclaimer: Miss Jo Rowling owns Harry Potter.

He found her in the Arts classroom by herself.

Perfect. Less ears.

"Rose Weasley,"

The eleven-year old redhead looked up from her flower painting, and daintily turned her head to see who called her name. She came face to face with her Arts Class rival, Scorpius Malfoy.

"Oh, hello Malfoy," Rose smiled in greeting as she stood up from her seat.

Butterflies fluttered in his stomach. Why did she have to smile like that?

"Rose Weasley," the young Malfoy repeated with a steadier tone. He silently chastised himself for sounding shaky and almost the stuttering first time around. Malfoys do not stutter. Malfoys are confident, his grandfather says.

What is he up to? Rose wondered as she observed the blonde fidget and play with the hem of his sweater. It was so odd to see him so…unsettled. "Yes?"

Scorpius sighed loudly and shook his hands to rid his nervousness. He walked over to where she was standing, and stopped a feet away from her.

He looked at her with such intensity that Rose thought that she would feel the icy pierce of his eyes. His beautiful eyes.

"Rose Weasley, listen to me carefully because I will say this only once."

"All right," the redhead folded her arms, and nodded to him. "Go on,"

"If tonight some big fat man kidnaps and throws you into a sack, please stay calm."

"What do you m—"

"That will be all. Happy holidays, Rose Weasley."

With that Scorpius stormed out of the room but not before folding her hand close on a piece blue paper. For a few moments, Rose stood there baffled. She couldn't quite comprehend what just happened.

Was he serious?

Outside the room, Scorpius sat down on the floor and exhaled the breath he didn't know he was holding. Then he started to smile. He crouched near the door and peeked inside the room.

He saw Rose unfolding the note.

Santa asked me yesterday what I wanted for Christmas this year.

Rose Weasley smiled.

Sappy? Corny? A knut for thy thoughts thanks. :P