Picking at the scratchy material Draco studied himself in the full length mirror with disgust. He didn't know how he had been talked into wearing this horrible sweater but here he was. The thing was red with big green horizontal stripes from the neck to the waist. There was a reindeer and a sled that had tiny lights that would blink on and off. Someone had also managed to stick little white puff balls all over the damn thing too. But that wasn't even the worst part. No, that would have to be the gold glitter. It was everywhere. All over the sweater, inside the collar, on the floor and on Draco himself. Every time the candle flickered or Draco moved he appeared to glitter, like a stupid vampire in one of those muggle books. Muggles. This was all their fault! Only a muggle would invent an ugly sweater and then have a bloody contest with them. Running his hands through his hair Draco sighed and walked out of the room. Once he cleared the doorway a red and white Santa hat appeared on his head. Of course there was no one around to take credit for that fun little addition to his wardrobe.
Shaking his head he walked down the staircase to join the holiday party already in progress below. As his left foot hit the ground floor silence engulfed the room. It didn't take the blonde long to figure out why. While all the men wore suits the ladies all wore dresses and glittering jewels. Draco was the only one dressed for the blasted "Ugly Sweater Contest". His face flushed in embarrassment as he surveyed the room. Not seeing the brunette who had coerced him into his current attire he spun on his heel and stormed up the stairs calling out as he ascended, "Hermione!" Said witch was standing next to two tall red heads trying not to laugh out loud at the results of their handiwork.