Dear Santa,
I can explain! I know; I know I've been a bad girl! Give me a chance to explain. I didn't mean to fall in love with Draco Malfoy! It just sort of happened! You really can't help who you fall in love with, it just sort of happens. Even if you just happen to fall in love with the devil himself. It all happened on a cool, crisp day in October a few weeks before Halloween.
Harry, Ron and I were walking down the hall towards Potions in the dungeons. It was our 6th year of school and Ron and I were still prefects, as Ernie Macmillan and Hannah Abbott for Hufflepuff, Anthony Goldstein and Padma Patil in Ravenclaw with Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson for Slytheren. Since Harry had put Draco's father in prison, Draco had been quite spite full or, more so than he had been before, about making fun of then. That day was no different.
"So, the weasel, the pot head and the mudblood early for class like always. Most likely because of the mudblood I bet. She has to do everything perfect, and yet she can't even take time to fix her awful frizzy hair, or put on a speck of makeup. No wonder Krum left you. You're despicable."
I was almost at a loss for words, he had insulted me! Usually he only gave the usual attack of "mudblood" or "know it all" but know he was giving a full out attack! This was war! Like I said, I was almost at a loss for words, almost.
"Oh, and because I like to be on time I get criticized by you, please. I bet you really wish that I care what you think, but sadly, I don't. Oh, and by the way, I might not look up to your standards, but it's not like I really care. And by the way, I left Krum, NOT the other way around. So, if you don't mind I would like to get back into class so that I'm not late."
I acted like I didn't care, but I did. I really didn't think that I was that ugly. That's all I could think about during Potions. Does everyone see me that way? Snape kept going on about the anti-Nightmare potion, but I was too deep in thought to really pay attention.
That's more than likely why I failed the pop quiz he gave at the last part of class, oh well, that's not very relevant to my story.
I went back to the Common Room after class that day in a sour mood. Ginny asked what was wrong.
"Ginny, do you think I am that ugly" I had asked her up in the girls dorm.
"Oh, get off it! You are not ugly! Maybe if you straitened your hair and put a touch of blond in it, it would look stunning, and maybe even a little makeup you would be the beauty of the school!" she said with a bright smile.