Draco's Holiday Hate
Author's Note: I wrote this snippet a few years ago for kicks. Hope you enjoy!
"Ooooh, it's snowing!"
"C'mon, Elise! Let's go show those Ravenclaws that Gryffindor knows how to have a snowball fight!"
"Isn't it beautiful?"
A loud cacophony of noise seemed to erupt from the halls of Hogwarts, each soul within somehow involved in the sudden increase of volume. Shouts echoed through the corridors, footfalls sounded loudly as students ran to the windows or outdoors, and laughter filled the air with an atmosphere fit for the holidays.
It's sickening. The steady crunch of snow under one's feet was enough to make this young man's skin crawl. Just thinking about the noise coming again this year made the Slytherin student wish to hibernate all winter. Revolting. Each falling snowflake only made his hatred grow stronger, the aura around him turning blacker with each passing second. No one dared approach. I mean, really, what's the point in getting excited over some half-frozen water falling from the sky? All it brings is runny noses, cold toes, and slush after it melts. He cracked his knuckles. What's the point in being jolly?
He stood on an upper level of Hogwarts and looked out a window. There was no one near him now; no one to hear him speak. "Good." Taking a deep, deep breath, he began his decent down the spiraling staircase. "Each year, all of these fools put on their happy faces and pretend to be blissfully unaware of what's really going on." His steps were the only sound in the area, and they seemed to amplify his words. Giving and receiving gifts, waiting for Santa Claus… What's the point? You're just going to get that knitted sweater the wrinkly lady made last April, and who would want that? It smells like death, as she can't be too far off from that. Santa Claus is just some fat man who steals children's cookies. Hell, he doesn't even exist! Way to have parents lying to their beloved children!"
His breathing grew heavier as his rant went on. "Reindeer wearing little lights on their antlers, flying through the air like it's yesterday's news… Do people really buy this load of pumpkin juice?" The Entrance Hall greeted him now, and it was just as empty as the staircase he previously trod. A chill pervaded the area, and the blonde shivered violently, rubbing his arms. "Hell, where did all the heat go?!" Grumbling under his breath, his shuffled his feet and made his way towards the Great Hall, glaring at everything in sight. The decorations, the people rushing outside, even the statues staring him down. Pah. Who needs Yule.
But in reality, everyone knew why young Mr. Malfoy hated the holidays. They all avoided him like the plague, and even the professors knew to leave him alone for a while. Why, one may ask? Well, it all started many years ago when a younger Draco wrote a letter to Santa asking for the latest Zonko joke toy…. And all the little boy received from that year onward Christmas morning was tube socks. Used tube socks.
So poor Draco Malfoy would continue his life, hating Christmas and everything it brought, year after year, cringing at the sound of crunching snow and children's laughter. What a happy ending.