Author's Notes: Unlike all of the other fanfics I've been posting up, this one is actually in-progress. I've already written around 4 chapters, but the story is in no way complete! Since that's the case, I will most likely be posting a chapter every few days. In fact, even the title is (most likely) temporary - the title is usually the last step of my writings, and this story's nowhere near done yet! So, bear with me, and remember: REVIEWS = ME WRITING MORE CHAPTERS. :D

DISCLAIMER: Not this again... Draco still doesn't want to be mine. Neither does Harry. Or any of JK Rowling's other awesome characters. :(

Chapter 1: Somersaults

He watched her. He had been watching for a while now. For some stupid reason, he was starting to notice all sorts of tiny things about her. Like the way her hips swayed slightly while she walked. The way she nervously chewed on her lip during a test (even though she knew all the answers already, of course). The way her curly hair danced in the wind as she breezed past him. It angered him that he noticed all these things – they were supposed to hate each other. Heck, the whole school knew they were each other's arch nemesis! Besides the name-calling and cold retorts they threw at each other, there was nothing, nothing they even had in common! And he intended to keep it that way. So why did his stomach flip somersaults every time she breezed by?

-OoO-

The frozen December air clawed at every part of him as he stepped out into the thick snow. It was a horror of a day – a combination of snow and hail poured down constantly. A part of him wondered exactly why he was doing this; did he really give a damn about her? But his feet seemed to move of their own accord. And so he stepped forward into the blinding winter day.

He stepped into the relieving heat of the small boutique, shaking the wet snow off his jacket. The sweet smell of candy made him want to stay the day, but he knew time was running out. She was leaving tonight.

"A dozen of the best chocolate truffles you have, wrapped to go please."

"One moment, sir."

-OoO-

Back in his dorm, he looked at the heart-shaped box sitting on his bed, with the shiny wrapping paper and bow on top. And at the letter he now held in his hand. Do I really want to do this?

Before he could stop himself, he tied the letter to the box, and headed up to the owlery.

H,

Maybe enemies are not what they seem after all.

Merry Christmas,

D