Christmas Cheer Can Kiss My Arse
Shinko
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, but the plot.
Dedicated: Pathetic Invader
Draco Malfoy was not a happy boy normally, but he was even more unhappy when Christmas came around. He didn't think it was the bright lights, the caroling, the decorations, or the shopping, but it was the Christmas cheer that really got to him. It was that Christmas feeling, the one where he was compelled to do nice things. Draco Malfoy did not do 'nice' things, it said so in the Malfoy Family Rule Book, and Draco Malfoy would never break the family rules, rule number 1 was 'A Malfoy must never break the Malfoy rules.' So, no, Draco would not do that.
Draco trudged through the slush on the Hogsmeade streets trying to get to the Three Broomsticks, where he felt he would order a nice, hot, soothing Butterbeer. When he finally made it through the mass of students and through the doors, he sat at the seat farthest from the door. Madame Rosemerta glided over towards him, her high heels clacking nosily on the ground. "What do you want darling?" She purred. He glanced up at her and gave his order. When she returned with his Butterbeer, he smiled and handed her eight sickles. "That should do." Was all he said before he returned to his brooding. He was soon drawn out of it again when he heard the door ring and saw the Holy Trinity walk through the door. He immediately narrowed his eyes and followed their every move. If there was one thing Draco hated more than Christmas, it was the Golden Boy, the Weasel, and the Mudblood. They sat near him at a table in the corner, where they laughed and increased his unhappiness to a maximum. He turned back to his Butterbeer once he was convinced they hadn't seen him. He sat in silence holding the steaming drink in his glove-coated hand, until the Golden Boy walked over towards him at the counter to make an order. Draco tried to hide, really he did, but Harry Potter saw him in spite of his efforts to remain among the shadows. Draco Malfoy really didn't feel like dealing with the Trinity at the moment. Harry Potter gave his order to Madame Rosemerta and took a seat next to Draco waiting for his order. "Malfoy." Was all he said. Draco didn't reply Potter hadn't attacked him yet, so he didn't know what to say. "How are you Malfoy?" Harry asked politely when he realized Draco wouldn't respond. That question shocked Draco Malfoy to the core, never in his life had he heard Harry Potter show some civility towards Draco. "I'm fine, I suppose. Yourself?" The words that flowed from his mouth bordered rudeness. "I'm all right." Harry replied as though it was the most normal thing he could have done. "What are you doing here?" Harry asked Draco when he noticed Draco's eye twitch slightly. "I'm following out Voldemort's orders to hex all the toys into mind control after I finish my Butterbeer." Draco replied smartly. He was getting a bit fed up with Potter. Draco expected Harry to back off at the mention of Voldemort, but was proven wrong when Harry laughed at his joke. "You have wit." Draco just about died at that. It was then that Madame Rosemerta came with three Butterbeers and handed them to Harry. "Have a nice day Harry-dear." She said in the warm, mother-like term that older women gave to the Golden Boy. Harry turned to Draco, nodded his head and then left to rejoin his friends.
Draco was now not only an unhappy boy, but a very confused one as well.
A/N: This is to be continued, and if you people would be nice enough a couple of reviews would be nice.
-Shinko