Seven Years of Christmas - 1st Year
I'm creating this out of holiday spirit and so I can upload a story to the Harry Potter catergory. Now, please read and don't forget to review afterwards ^.^ Sorry if i make any errors, old word machinery doesn't have spell check. I will change each year of what happened in the books to fit with this, just giving you a heads up.
Hermione walked along with Harry and Ron down the hall as they talked. They passed a window, snow was falling fast and hard for today, Christmas actually.
That morning had been pretty great, her parents had sended her a muggle book while Harry and Ron had given her some wizard treats. She just smiled at the memory of them all unwrapping their gifts in turn that morning. After she had shown up-unexpected to them-as a last minute decision to stay at Hogwarts during the holiday.
"What do you think Hermione?" Ron asked, turning to look at her.
"Didn't you hear me before Ron?" she asked turning to look at him questioningly. She sighed when his expression remained confused. "I said, that we should look in the forbidden section of the library for the name. It's the only place we haven't looked."
"Well, yeah, but we were talking about that dragon." Ron said.
Hermione frowned for a moment at getting off task from her wandering thoughts. "Right, well this isn't exactly the greatest place to be talking about it." she said.
It was time for Ron to frown this time. She did have a point. "How about-" he began to ask when Hermione's bag fell from her shoulder as she tried to put it in a more comfortable position.
The contests spilled along the floor as Hermione halted, staring at the open books face down, quills, and the jars of ink she always made sure were safely closed-which none had popped opened to decorate the floor in black and blue, thankfully. She sighed. "How about we talk about this in the common room? I'll meet you guys there." She said bending down and begining to pick her supplies up. Harry hesitated as Ron walked ahead. "Just go Harry I'll be there in a few minutes tops."
"We'll be timing you." he said and hurried to get over to Ron after seeing she didn't want any help.
Hermione glanced at them as they went around a bend in the hall to the staircases before turning back to the mess with a sigh. She picked up a book carefully and inspected it for damage. After seeing the papers weren't folded oddly and there was no dirt on it she looked at the spine to make sure it was okay then slipped it back into her bag. She went to grab another book when a pale hand striked out and got to it before her.
"A History of Hogwarts." the owner of the hand read the spine outloud.
Hermione glanced up when she recognized that voice. Ugh. "Malfoy." she said, glaring at him.
"Granger." he answered in the same tone of voice she had used on him.
"Give me the book back."
He looked at her with his grey eyes. "Don't your muggle parents teach you any manners, Granger? How do you ask for something properly? Or do you just not know how. I mean I would understand seeing as all muggles are like savages."
Fury ran through Hermione as his words cut deep into her skin and embedded there. "Fine." she said her voice testy. "Please give me my book back, Malfoy." she said, not wanting to play his games right now and knew her response had surprised him from the shocked look in his eyes.
They quickly became cold on her again though. "Oh. So you do know one thing, maybe two." he said handing her the book which she took from his outstretched hand and stuffed into her bag.
She quickly started to pick up some nearby quills. After what seemed like hours but was really only a couple seconds she glared at him again. "Don't you have anything better to do then just stand there?" He didn't answer so she just huffed and looked down again only to be surprised when he said a spell, she gazed at him then turned her attension to her supplies that were now floating in the air in an arranged manner. After a moment she set her jaw and picked up her bag, only to have the supplies fly into her bag with another wave of Malfoy's wand. She flung it back over her shoulder, watching him. "What are you playing at?" she asked.
He just smirked at her in response as he tucked his wand back away in the folds of his robe. "I believe it's called getting changed from the naughty list to the nice list, just because of one act."
"Whatever." she said, turning until his hand grabbed her shoulder and forced her towards him. Her back collided with his chest and she froze. She could feel a finger land on the back of her hand and trace up her arm before stopping at the edge of the robe near her neck. A second passed as her body remained still then her bushy hair was being pushed from that shoulder and she could feel his breath along her neck, floating over the collarbone. That snapped her out of it and she yanked forward out of his grip and a safe distance away. She didn't stop there though and kept walking down the hall, her movements quick to get her away from the boy.
"Hey!" his voice called as she was getting ready to apporach the stairs. She stopped and glanced down the hall at him. He was smiling. "Maybe send a note of what you think later."
What? It clicked in her mind a second later though. She turned away and quickly sprinted up the stairs, pausing only to say the passward to the pink lady before going past Harry and Ron in the common room to her own upstairs.
She stopped, catching her breath before grabbing her bag and spilling the contents back out, onto her bed. A box slipped out that hadn't been there before, wrapped in a green paper with silver snowflakes randomly placed along it. Hermione let out a breath she had been holding in then grabbed the box and cautiously undid the wrapping. A small blank piece of paper was sitting ontop the box which she removed to see it was a box of hershey's kisses, a muggle treat. She stared down at it surpised to say the least. She took one out and placed it on her tongue, letting it slowly melt away into a creamy substance. Nothing had happened and she looked back at the piece of paper before taking a quill beside her bedside she wrote a short message.
You'll only be on the nice list for a second Draco Malfoy.
She gave it to a lone owl in the room and sat back on the bed watching it fly out as her mind wandered over all the other times she had encountered the slippery snake, trying to find one where he had been remotely nice to her like today.
Not my longest chapter ever but hoped you liked it anyway. Don't forget the best gift around the holidays is a review.