Merry belated Christmas, Paula! I'm sorry for being, but I still hope you enjoy (really, really do. I swear, if this isn't good enough, I'll write you something else.)! LM/HG, with a dash of DM/LL if you tilt your head to the side and stand on your hands.

The world hates him.

The world hates him, the gods hate him, animals hate him, small children hate him, everyone hates him.

Everyone likes to get their shits and giggles from seeing Draco Malfoy suffer. Everyone likes to see him at some dumb Christmas party stuck with Loony Lovegood. He didn't even want to come. Judges must hate him too, because they put it in his sentence to spend time with his father.

"I think they're quite beautiful together, don't you?"

"You're talking about my dad and Granger, Loony."

She lets out a breathy sigh, something mixed between exasperation and amusement. He doesn't know what he should do: sneer at her or chug down another cup of firewhiskey.

"I don't know why you can't see it, Draco. Maybe nargles have infested your mind? It must be all the mistletoe around here. I swear I got rid of all the nargles, but I can check you for any if you want." she replies, her misty eyes focusing on his ears.

On second thought, he'll do both. Draco brings the cup to his lips, downing all of the liquid inside in one go. His throat is on fire, but at least when he looks at his father and Granger he sees blurry blobs instead.

"You really shouldn't do that, Draco. You're more prone to nargles if you're inebriated. Are you sure you don't want me to check?" She reaches out for his ears, but he swats her hands away.

"Keep your dirty fingers away, Loony. Where's the firewhiskey?"

"You drank it all. Well, not all of it. Ronald seems quite taken with the beverage choice this evening too."

Draco looks around and sees Weasle-face dancing with a glass bowl on his head. He'd laugh if the room would stop spinning. He tries to glare at her, but all of a sudden there's two of her in front of him. He focuses on the one to the right and sends his most malicious look.

"You look like you're in pain. Are you not enjoying yourself?"

Her face scrunches up in concern and he's almost amused enough to laugh. Almost.

"Lovegood, do you want to know what I got for Christmas?"

"Hmm?"

"My father telling me he's getting married to Granger."

He watches her face change from confusion to excitement to pure joy. He also notices that the Lovegood on the left has suddenly developed a second head.

"How wonderful!" she says with a smile, clapping her hands together. "Good news is a great present!"

"It's not wonderful, Lovegood. My father told me he's marrying one of my...former rivals." he grits out, hand tightening around the cup in his grip.

"Draco, have you seen two trains filled with fireworks heading towards each other at top speed?" she says, a wistful sigh escaping her lips.

She looks off into the distance, her eyes cloudy with her strange ideas. He follows her gaze, only to see a lamp and several blurry figures who might be people. The room won't stop spinning.

"No?"

"I haven't either, sadly. But I like to think they - your father and Hermione - are like that." she answers.

"You're crazy."

There's three of her now and they're spinning too. He needs to sit down - his legs are starting to feel weak.

"I never said I wasn't, did I?"

"Right...Rig-" He faints.