Disclaimer: I don't own any of J.K. Rowling's characters. I only own this story plot.
A/N: This chapter is short... but it's only the beginning =)
Chapter One: Winter Wonderland
"Look into my eyes
Why are you blind to what is clear
All that I need simple to see
But you turn cold and I turn weak"
Snow was falling lightly on the grounds of Hogwarts, which created an image of a thin, white layer of blanket on any surface that it was able to land on. It was quite peaceful to look at, especially if you're looking out from the inside of a room or building. Each snowflake has its own unique design, which is amazing as there are millions of snowflakes, but to any naked eye, they are simply white dots falling down from the sky building layers upon layers of snow, which can be a good thing if you're in the mood to have snowball fights, or make a snowman. The unique snowflake designs are almost like people. Each person has their own distinctive personality and character to bring to the world and can most likely contradict others. However, every one of them are just as precious as the next no matter the differences in their "design".
Bang!
A slight slam of a door not so far away interrupted Draco's thoughts. He quickly became irritated since he was suddenly snapped back into reality, and decided to yell at the only person who he knew would've done that so late at night. He reached for his door and opened it just in time to see who it was.
"Granger! What do you think you're doing?! Do you mind?!! You're not the only person in here, ya know!!" Draco yelled.
"Well, I'm sorry, your royal higness!" Hermione yelled back with a hint of sarcasm. "But I don't think I'm the only one causing noise! You don't think that you yelling like that can wake up the entire school?!" With that, she slammed the door of her dorm closed in frustration, after yet another little verbal fight with her sworn enemy.
Draco stood there a few seconds, wanting to shout any kind of insult to Hermione, even if he was only looking at her door, but decided not to, and just went back inside his dorm to sleep. It wasn't so bad that he got the job of a Head Boy, but to share the common room AND the bathroom, with Granger, the Head Girl and a 'mudblood' out of all people, is worse than suffering the pain of Skele-Gro. Thinking about all this didn't help him sleep, which made him even angrier. He sat up, went to one of the windows in his room and watched the peaceful, snowy atmosphere outside until he finally drifted off to sleep half an hour later.
It was only several hours later, when the sunlight was streaming through the windows, and hit Hermione in the eyes, that she finally, but slowly, got out of her bed. She went to the bathroom that she and Draco had to share and tapped the edge of her bathtub with her wand for water. She was glad that Draco was a late sleeper, or else she won't have much time to relax in the tub. It was Saturday, and also Hogsmeade weekend, and Hermione couldn't wait to meet up with her friends to go shopping for outfits for the Winter Yule Ball. This year, people can wear masks and costumes to the dance, but it has to be nice, not something you can wear for Halloween and scare others.
Hermione suddenly heard a door open and close, and figured that Draco must have woken up. She slipped out of the tub, and wrapped a towel around her body. She stepped outside, and as luck would have it, saw Draco in front of her. His face instantly turned from being half asleep to fully awake, and staring up and down at her body. Hermione wouldn't have minded, in fact she would've been more than flattered, if the boy in front of her wasn't Draco. But he was, and she didn't want to spend another millisecond having her enemy look at her as if she was a piece of meat.
"Would you stop staring?!! I don't want your filthy eyes on me!" Hermione yelled in front of his face and ran up the stairs to her room. But as she did, she heard him yell back, "I thought it was actually someone worth looking at until I heard your mudblood voice! If you don't mind, I'm gonna wash off that ugly memory!"
Hermione wanted to cry right there, but knew better. How could he be so cruel? she thought, What have I ever done to him? It can't be my fault... it must be his evil-worshipping family that taught him to be like this. Why can't he just leave me alone sometimes? She pushed these thoughts aside, and decided to only concentrate on what she was going to wear to the Ball.