A/N: i know some of you might think the pairings a tad odd, especially you Dani, but i swear its a love story just waiting to happen. i can feel it. its just the first chapter so far so review if you like review if you don't i dont care which just review, it encorages me to write more. it really does.

disclaimer: i don't own harry potter and as much as i want to be rich i don't really want to own it either.

Every year at Christmas I would sit in front of the fireplace and pray for the day that I would become a big success and you know all that jazz. Some days I'd sit with my parents, with my dad's arm around me, and some days I would sit with my friends in the Gryffindor Common Room. But whatever the case, I would be warm and happy. I would be truly, honestly, happy with the life that I had.

This year's a little different, I'm not thinking of myself. I don't have my parents beside, or my friends for that matter. They've either gone home for the winter holidays…or like my parents, have died. So I sit here, alone and this year I pray for joy to the world. I know I sound corny and cheesy but I honestly do, I pray that there will be light for everyone, even (dare I say it) Malfoy. Yes I know it's shocking that I, Hermione Granger, pray for the infamous git, Draco Malfoy. You want to know why? Well I'll tell you why, because everyone deserves a heart warming, merry Christmas especially after the war. After the losses from the war with (dare I say it) Voldemort, even ferrety gits like Malfoy deserve a merry Christmas. So god, if you can hear me up there, please light the way to a merry, merry Christmas day.

Now that I'm done rambling, hello there I'm Hermione Granger and this Christmas I'm alone here in the Gryffindor Common Room with my hot chocolate and my book. That's right, even at Christmas I, Hermione Granger, have nothing better to do than to read a book. I know, hilarious.

The war with Voldemort has finally, FINALLY, ended to the world's relief. Unfortunately it was not without casualties. So many lives were lost, too many to say the least. In the order, we lost Sirius Black, Professor Dumbledore, along with others, but to my misfortune, I lost my parents. Because of me, my parents were killed, ruthlessly killed and there isn't a day that goes by that I don't hate myself for it. There were even times when I wished that I wasn't a witch, I wished that I never met my best of friends, Harry Potter. That way, the Death Eaters would have never targeted them, and they would still be alive and with me.

But there also isn't a day that doesn't go by; time cannot turn back for me to make the changes that I want. So I've learned to live with it. Still every now and then I spend a few minutes of my time to look up into the clouds to have a light conversation with my parents. I know I sound stupid, but it's my way of sulking I guess. Sometimes when I'm troubled by something, they're always the first ones I look to for advice because I know in my heart that they're up there watching over me. I know that when I do well on a test they're saying how proud they are of me. I know they are still there to love me, and that's all I need to know.

So now, I'm sitting here alone in the empty school with my copy of the Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens in my lap. I must've read this book over 50 times by now, but for some reason it never seems to get old. Every time when I read the part where Tiny Tim says "God Bless Everyone," I can't help but shed a tear. Call me sappy but I just can't help it. I've read this book on every Christmas ever since my mother gave it to me as a present for my 7th Christmas. By then I could already read and understand the book being as smart as I was.

I had just finished to book once again and the rest of my hot chocolate too. The fire in the hearth had just burnt out as well, so I decided to take a stroll around the school and maybe stop by the library to pick up a few books for some light reading. This was my chance to enjoy the peace and quiet of Hogwarts without the hundreds of rampaging students and one very annoying Draco Malfoy.

Ugh. Draco Malfoy. Sometimes I honestly wonder why that ferret is so committed to making my life utter hell. I swear he has some charm on him that's forcing him to make my life miserable. Though I have to say it wouldn't be forcing considering he enjoys it so damn much. I swear one of these days I will lose my temper and tear him apart limb from limb. Now that I've mentioned, I should make a note to myself to give him a good punch soon like the one back in our third year. I have no idea how he manages it but even now that we're half way through our sixth year he can still enjoy irritating me so much that it irritates me how much he enjoys it. I don't know if I should call it persistency or just plain stupid Malfoy.

…

Definitely just plain stupid Malfoy.

I honestly don't know what the bloody hell is wrong with that ferret. He's hated me since the first day he saw me on the Hogwarts Express. I mean sure I'm a muggle-born and his family raised him to hate people like us. And yes he's a Slytherin and I'm a Gryffindor but there are other Gryffindor muggle-borns for him to bother, why the bloody hell does it have to be me.

Note to self: stay away from Ron, his potty mouth is getting to me.

Enough about the ferret, thinking about him is just going to jinx my day. So right, I went by the library to pick up some book about flying and broomsticks because I was really, really bad at it. It was the only subject in school I was utterly failing at. But honestly it's not my fault, I'm afraid of heights. Always have been and always will be. I still remember one incident, I was finally off the ground and in the air, but then I regrettably looked down. I literally turned an olive green and in moments I vomited. This vomit was falling from mid-air and just so conveniently landed like birds poop on Draco Malfoy's big, yellow, despicable, head. I must say I had never laughed so hard in my entire life. I was laughing so loudly I couldn't even hear Malfoy's rude complaints.

Just thinking of the event made me crack up. I started laughing uncontrollably in the middle of the halls, just in front of transfigurations class.

"What's so funny mudblood? Other than your pathetic excuse for hair that is."

I stopped in my tracks. I didn't hear what I think I just heard. I know it couldn't be. IT CAN'T BE!! It is not Draco Malfoy. It's not. That ferret can't be here; he can't be at Hogwarts. Its vacation. He should be in his big mansion ordering his house elves around like slaves or wherever! NOT HERE!!

"Hello? Are you deaf or just plain stupid?"

But it was him; it was that bloody git Malfoy. Oh god, when I said joy to the world I meant me too you know! Suddenly I'm regretting I ever prayed for Draco Malfoy.

"What do you want ferret?" I said with a cold glare. Don't ruin my holiday Malfoy, just go back to your little ferret hole and leave me alone. Please.

"Nothing really, I was just wondering if laughing like a maniac was a normal mudblood thing is all." He replied with his usual cocky smirk. Oh how I wish I could beat the mickey out of him right then.

"Actually Malfoy, I was laughing at you. I'm sure you remember the day that my vomit oh so accidentally landed on your head." I replied with a snicker. Oh the look on his face was priceless. His cocky smirk disappeared and he pursed his lips at the unpleasant memory. I was sure every disgusting smell and feeling had come back to him.

"Don't remind me, you stupid Gryffindork. I can still smell that disgusting who knows what. It must've taken me a good 3 days to get that ghastly stench off my robes." He scowled. The revolting look on his face was just precious. I couldn't help but break into another hysteria.

"Stop laughing book-worm, or you'll make yourself look stupider." He grimaced.

I stifled down my laughter into mere snickers. "Not as stupid as you looked when you were turned into a ferret, ferret." His expression became furious, I swear his pale face turned fifteen shades a maroon, but before he could open his big yap to protest, I excused myself from his repulsive comments. "Honestly Malfoy this has been a charming conversation and we must do it again sometime, but I'm sort of in a hurry." To get away from you, you sickening scum bag. With that, I marched passed his mighty highness and back to the Gryffindor Common Room.

I reached the couch I was sitting at before and set my books down beside me, reminiscing on my encounter with Malfoy. I sniggered, today was a good day.

A/N: so did you like?? i'll have you know a had a cup of coffee at 11:47 pm last night and right now it's 2:55am so even if you didnt like it please review. i put a lot of hard work and coffee into this so when my make up doesnt cover my panda eyes tomorrow you should know its because i stayed up to write all this :D