A/N: Wow you guys! Guess what holiday is coming soon? CHRISTMAS! So with inspiration from buying a Secret Santa gift... I bring you... Secret Santa. :D
Disclaimer: I do not own the HP characters... JK Rowling owns them :D
~chapter 1 - why the names were stuffed in a fortune cookie~
Snow fell down to the Hogwarts floor. It was a cold, wintery, afternoon and Hermione, Ron, and Harry were settled around the fire in their common room. Ron fixed his eyes on Hermione.
"It's time that we start some kind of tradition in this school." Hermione said, folding a piece of parchment into thirds.
"And what kind of tradition would that be?" Ron asked, looking quite puzzled at Hermione. He was amazed that Hermione spend most of her afternoon writing an essay—ahem—note, instead of doing her essay on "How to Make An Effective Potion Antidote." "By the way, what is that?"
"Changes Ron, Changes. Ah, Ginny, do you mind if you take this to the Owlery?" Hermione asked.
"Well, sure I'll take it. I have nothing better to do anyways." Ginny responded. She headed out of the common room.
"Watch it Weasley!" A cold voice startled Ginny.
"Well, I'd watch it Malfoy. What are you doing standing near the Gryffindor dormitory?" Ginny said.
"Going to the owlery, Ginny Weasley."
"What are you going to do there, Draco Malfoy?"
"I don't know, Ginny Weasley, I don't know."
Ginny ran to the door of the owlery, already annoyed at Malfoy's voice. The sound of him saying her full name—without the middle name—sounded scary to her. So scary it could actually be a song on a horror soundtrack. Who knows if it may happen?
She grabbed Pig and affixed the letter to his leg. She watched Malfoy grab his eagle owl and stick a note onto its beak. They released their birds at the same time.
"Why is your bird flying the same direction as mine?" They said at the same time.
Soon enough, the birds almost came crashing into each other.
Draco watched Ginny leave the room and called his owl. He looked at Ginny's letter. "Secret Santa?" He folded it back up and returned it to the bird. "Give it back to... 'Pig'" He muttered. "'Pig the porcine bird." He laughed.
Ginny returned to the common room. "What exactly was in that letter anyway?" She asked Hermione.
"A request for a Secret Santa." Hermione responded.
The others were silent for a while.
"Hermione, explain it to us! You can't expect us to know what a Secret Santa is!" Ron said.
Harry's head landed on the table with a thud.
"Well, basically we put our names into a hat... then we pick a name, and whosever name we pick we buy them a small or big present. BUT they cannot know that we gave them the present. Hence the name, Secret Santa." Hermione explained.
"And it took you an hour to write such a letter?" Ron asked.
"Well, I asked if we could make the whole Secret Santa thing throughout the school. Many people are requesting it anyways... so what the hipogriff." Hermione said.
"Ick. What if I get some loser and we fall in love?" Ron asked.
"Your chances are small." Hermione said.
"Ick. What if I—as in Ginny—get some loser and we fall in love?" Ginny asked.
"Like I said, the chances are small. There's no way you can get some guy like Ron or Harry." Hermione said.
Harry woke up and smacked Hermione on the shoulder. "Serves you right."
"Ahem," Dumbledore coughed, trying to grab the attention of the young adults in the Great Hall, "Yesterday, it has come to my attention that many of you sent owls to my office to request something. We will now be doing Secret Santas throughout the entire school. I would like for all of you to write your name on a piece of parchment and then throw it up in the air..."
"Professor Dumbledore, wouldn't it be better if we put our names in a hat?" Hermione suggested, jumping up in the air.
Professor Trelawney mocked her in terror. "How about we shoved it in a fortune cookie, so we can have a yummy treat instead?" Trelawney said, still mocking Hermione.
The students murmured in the hall, while sitting down slowly.
"Trelawney, you have given me an idea! All students, please submit your names to the kitchen." Dumbledore announced with glee.
"Dumbledore, sir, wouldn't it be nice if you magically put everyone's name onto a piece of parchment... and you know what?" Hermione suggested.
"Well, we could do that... after all we're wizards."
~end chapter 1 - why the names were stuffed in fortune cookies~
please REVIEW! sorry if the chapter kind of well... was blah. I'm so bad at writing first chapters/introductions! well REVIEW! no flames please!
Disclaimer: I do not own the HP characters... JK Rowling owns them :D
~chapter 1 - why the names were stuffed in a fortune cookie~
Snow fell down to the Hogwarts floor. It was a cold, wintery, afternoon and Hermione, Ron, and Harry were settled around the fire in their common room. Ron fixed his eyes on Hermione.
"It's time that we start some kind of tradition in this school." Hermione said, folding a piece of parchment into thirds.
"And what kind of tradition would that be?" Ron asked, looking quite puzzled at Hermione. He was amazed that Hermione spend most of her afternoon writing an essay—ahem—note, instead of doing her essay on "How to Make An Effective Potion Antidote." "By the way, what is that?"
"Changes Ron, Changes. Ah, Ginny, do you mind if you take this to the Owlery?" Hermione asked.
"Well, sure I'll take it. I have nothing better to do anyways." Ginny responded. She headed out of the common room.
"Watch it Weasley!" A cold voice startled Ginny.
"Well, I'd watch it Malfoy. What are you doing standing near the Gryffindor dormitory?" Ginny said.
"Going to the owlery, Ginny Weasley."
"What are you going to do there, Draco Malfoy?"
"I don't know, Ginny Weasley, I don't know."
Ginny ran to the door of the owlery, already annoyed at Malfoy's voice. The sound of him saying her full name—without the middle name—sounded scary to her. So scary it could actually be a song on a horror soundtrack. Who knows if it may happen?
She grabbed Pig and affixed the letter to his leg. She watched Malfoy grab his eagle owl and stick a note onto its beak. They released their birds at the same time.
"Why is your bird flying the same direction as mine?" They said at the same time.
Soon enough, the birds almost came crashing into each other.
Draco watched Ginny leave the room and called his owl. He looked at Ginny's letter. "Secret Santa?" He folded it back up and returned it to the bird. "Give it back to... 'Pig'" He muttered. "'Pig the porcine bird." He laughed.
Ginny returned to the common room. "What exactly was in that letter anyway?" She asked Hermione.
"A request for a Secret Santa." Hermione responded.
The others were silent for a while.
"Hermione, explain it to us! You can't expect us to know what a Secret Santa is!" Ron said.
Harry's head landed on the table with a thud.
"Well, basically we put our names into a hat... then we pick a name, and whosever name we pick we buy them a small or big present. BUT they cannot know that we gave them the present. Hence the name, Secret Santa." Hermione explained.
"And it took you an hour to write such a letter?" Ron asked.
"Well, I asked if we could make the whole Secret Santa thing throughout the school. Many people are requesting it anyways... so what the hipogriff." Hermione said.
"Ick. What if I get some loser and we fall in love?" Ron asked.
"Your chances are small." Hermione said.
"Ick. What if I—as in Ginny—get some loser and we fall in love?" Ginny asked.
"Like I said, the chances are small. There's no way you can get some guy like Ron or Harry." Hermione said.
Harry woke up and smacked Hermione on the shoulder. "Serves you right."
"Ahem," Dumbledore coughed, trying to grab the attention of the young adults in the Great Hall, "Yesterday, it has come to my attention that many of you sent owls to my office to request something. We will now be doing Secret Santas throughout the entire school. I would like for all of you to write your name on a piece of parchment and then throw it up in the air..."
"Professor Dumbledore, wouldn't it be better if we put our names in a hat?" Hermione suggested, jumping up in the air.
Professor Trelawney mocked her in terror. "How about we shoved it in a fortune cookie, so we can have a yummy treat instead?" Trelawney said, still mocking Hermione.
The students murmured in the hall, while sitting down slowly.
"Trelawney, you have given me an idea! All students, please submit your names to the kitchen." Dumbledore announced with glee.
"Dumbledore, sir, wouldn't it be nice if you magically put everyone's name onto a piece of parchment... and you know what?" Hermione suggested.
"Well, we could do that... after all we're wizards."
~end chapter 1 - why the names were stuffed in fortune cookies~
please REVIEW! sorry if the chapter kind of well... was blah. I'm so bad at writing first chapters/introductions! well REVIEW! no flames please!