Lysander : Dom
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He knew somehow that this was Lucy's doing, her little plot to get him and Dom back together so she didn't have to feel guilty anymore. Right now, he wasn't sure who he wanted to strangle more right now, Dom or Lucy, though he figured if he ever did carry out the plan that was rapidly forming in his head, he could get both of them and maybe even Ali Jordan as well. Instead of carrying out this plan though, he was wondering around Hogsmede trying to decide what to get Dominique for Christmas.
He almost got her something Quidditch related, he knew that Dom would like almost anything that came from a Quidditch shop but just as he was about to hand over the money, he stopped. Why should he get her anything? What was Lucy thinking? That he would buy Dom the perfect present and she would give him a hug and everything wrong between them would be forgiven. She must be joking. He wasn't like that. Dom wasn't like that either.
So to the surprise of the cashier Lysander did not hand over his money but instead slammed Dom's would be present on to the counter as hard as he could and walked out the door, slamming it in his wake.
Needless to say, quite a few funny looks followed him
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He placed his gift under the tree on Christmas eve while no one else was around, feeling quite proud of the oddly shaped handmade gift. It was more of a nicely wrapped, thinly veiled attack on Dom than a Christmas present; it was a reminder of all the days they spent as children at his house making amazing paper creations with his mum and Lorcan. He knew she remembered those days, he knew they were her week spot, memories of how innocent they used to be and of their friendship.
He knew it was wrong to betray all the things he had learnt when they trusted each other but he didn't care anymore.
A little shock would do her the world of good.
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They all file into the same room the next morning, various disastrous combinations of clothing and fluffy slippers, moaning about the early wakeup call from Lily. Being Dom, the girl he was waiting for didn't come in with the fluffy pyjama ridden crowd but five minutes later, dressed in shorts and a tank top, Ali's hand in hers, just to show Lysander that she had someone else.
"Do you own a jumper or a pair of jeans, Weasley?" He wouldn't have been surprised if it had of been his own voice speaking out of turn again but this time it's Scorpius who's trying to get the best of Dom.
She just smirks at him, "Nothing you haven't seen before, Malfoy."
"Dom!" Victoire's voice hisses across the room at her youngest sister who just shrugs and reaches for his present.
He watches as she tears open the paper, making it look almost lazy and falters for only a split second as she recognizes the message hidden in the gift. She scowls at Lysander, "You put a lot of effort into your present, Scamander."
"How do you know it was me that sent you that?" He wants her to admit the little story behind the gift and he thinks he has her trapped into a corner.
She just smiles at him and he has a split second to remember that he could never completely corner Dom, "I'm the only Slytherin in this family, I was watching to see who left me my present!"
"Dom!" This time it's not just Victoire but most of the people in the room, except Dom and Lysander who were still engaged in a fierce staring competition and Scorpius who was wondering why he hadn't thought of that.
When she walks past Lysander later, she delivers the last line to sum up the plan gone wrong,
"You can't win against me, Scamander."
She keeps the lantern though, because whether she wants to admit it or not the little scene he was trying to make her see was stuck in her brain.