Wow! It's been forever. I've been super busy with physical therapy and stuff. Thanks for stickinjg with my story! Here's chapter 7!
Chapter 7 Christmas is Ruined
The Great Hall was alive with light as I walked. The Christmas decorations never ceased to take my breath away. The twelve Christmas trees stood huge and beautiful. The ornaments ranged from all sizes and colors. You could see the snow falling and feel the excitement of Christmas being so close. Everyone and everything buzzed with energy. I sat at breakfast one morning with Fred, George, and Anthony, quietly talking about our "Christmas present" to Filch. Let's just say he was going to test out some of our new Weasley's Wizard Weezes. We weren't exactly sure what they would do so, why not try it out on Filch.
"But… what if we like, poison him or something?" Anthony asked.
"Well," I answered with a smirk. "That's a risk I'm willing to take!"
George laughed and slapped me five, but Anthony did not look pleased. (He is the voice of reason.)
We continued to talk and our conversation turned to Christmas which was just around the corner. "What are doing for Christmas anyway, Jade?" asked Fred.
"Uh, not sure," I said. But then, my question was answered, as a letter dropped into my lap and made me jump through the ceiling. I looked at the envelope and my stomach dropped. It was from my mother. It was never good when I got a letter from my mother. She was either telling me bad news, or I was in some serious trouble.
Dear Jade,
I have sent this letter to inform you that you will be coming home for Christmas this year. Your father and I think it would be best for you and us. We will also be having Christmas dinner at the Malfoy's. You will behave yourself and be a polite young lady. We will pick you up at King's Cross Station. See you in a few weeks.
Love,
Mom
WHAT! I was not spending my Christmas holiday with the Malfoys. No way, this was not happening. I looked over at the Slytherin table to see Malfoy glaring my way. Apparently he had just received a similar letter. My three friends looked at me questioningly, but all I did was hand them the letter.
"That's horrible!" stated Fred.
"Yes, thank you, caption obvious!" I snapped, biting on a nail.
"Why do your parents want to spend Christmas at the Malfoys of all people?" George spat out the name like it was the worst thing to say. In a way, it was.
"Come on George, you know my parents are friends with the Malfoys," I said. "Not quite sure why, except for the obvious," I grumbled as an afterthought. Ever one knew my parents and Malfoy's parents were Death Eaters. So, it was done and decided. I was spending Christmas with three of my least favorite people in the world.
I sat grumpily in Professor Binns History of Magic class, with my arms folded, pouting like a little kid. It had been days since I had gotten the letter from my mother. That's all that had been in my mind. It was impossible to let it go. The thing that really made me mad was that my parents knew I hated Draco and they were going to make me spend Christmas with him anyway.
"Jade, Jade!" Anthony shook my shoulder. "Come on, we have to go to the library."
"Why would I ever want to go to the library?" I snapped irritably.
"Because Mr. Binns just assigned us a huge essay due tomorrow."
"You know I never do essays."
"Yeah, well, you're going to start now," he said, pulling me out of my seat and out the door. As much as I protested and yelled and tried to pull my arm free of his death grip, he still didn't let go. And soon I found myself sitting in a very uncomfortable seat in the library while Anthony went to get books. I'd been to the library once before this and it looked exactly the same, books on shelves, people studying, and dead silence. It was eerie how quiet it was in there. There were no voices, and you could barely even here footsteps. I groaned when Anthony dropped a huge pile of books on our table.
"You see," I said, gesturing to the books. "This is exactly why I don't do essays." He just rolled his eyes and handed me a book. After twenty minutes of staring at it Anthony asked me to go get another one. I grudgingly got up and walked around the shelves. I spent what felt like forever looking for that stupid book and when I finally found and reached for, another hand grabbed it at the same moment I did.
"Oh, I had that first," I said.
"No. I had it first!" snapped a harsh voice as they gave a hard tug on the book. I looked up to see who I was about to yell at and saw the worst person in all of Hogwarts. No not Snape, Malfoy. I tugged on the book, but his grip wouldn't budge.
"Give it Malfoy, you know I had it first!"
"No way Pennington, it's mine!"
"Malfoy you arse! Give me the book!"
"NO! IT'S MINE!"
We both tugged at the book for a moment until I gave a huge pull and we both stumbled into the bookcase and then fell to the floor. The bookshelf began to sway and then toppled over right on top of us. We were painfully showered with heavy books. I groaned as the last one hit me in the head. I glared at Malfoy, who I was awkwardly laying on top of. Our faces were inches away from each other. I was about to start screaming at him when someone else did before I could.
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?" came the shrill voice of Madam Pince, the librarian. Standing next to her was Professor McGonagall looking very irritated.
"How could you do something like this?" snapped McGonagall, as if we had totally meant to end up on top of each other. "Get up and clean this mess!" We unsteadily got up and began to pick up books.
"I can't believe I have to spend Christmas with this idiot," I heard him mumble.
"Yes, because spending Christmas with you will be the highlight of my year."
We picked up the rest of the books in silence, gave each other one last glare, and stomped off to our dormitories. Oh, yes, it was going to be a very merry Christmas.
My eyes fluttered open to look out the window of my bedroom. Snow was lightly falling and everything was covered in ice. I sat up and looked around. There was a huge pile of presents at the foot of my bed which I excitedly dived into. The first package I opened was a big box that was very messily wrapped. I ripped it open to find a huge supply of Weasley's Wizard Weezes, a howling frisbee, and a fake wand. The note said,
Dear Jade,
I hope some of this stuff will come in handy. Try to survive the Malfoy's. Merry Christmas!
-Fred and George
I also received a box filled with chocolate frogs from Anthony, a bright blue sweater with a J on it from Mrs. Weasley, and a broom caer kit, and new dress and matching shoes from my parents. I was probably expected to wear the dress and shoes to dinner tonight. I happily pulled on my sweater and went downstairs. My mother looked up from the Dailey Prophet and examined my sweater.
"Where did you get that?" she sneered, sending it a disgusted look.
"Mrs. Weasley sent it to me," I said with a smile.
"Filthy blood traitors," my mother mumbled. I shot her a glare and stomped off. No use fighting. It was Christmas after all.
The day was fairly uneventful. I ate lots of candy and played a game of exploding snaps with our house elf, Minny, who I adore. We were in the middle of our seventh game when my mother came in and told me it was time to get ready, but not before she gave me a lecture about playing with the elf.
After putting on my dress, which was a very light shade of red, and attempting to brush my curls, I went downstairs. My parents were waiting for me by our grand fireplace. Without a word, my father took a pinch of floo powder, stepped into the fireplace and yelled "Malfoy Manor!" My mother did the same and so did I. I felt the familiar and horrible spinning sensation as fireplaces past me in a green haze. Then, my feet hit the floor of another fireplace with a loud thump. I stepped out and looked around the room witch was very dark and cold, just like the rest of the house.
"Oh, there's Jade!" came Narcissa's shrill voice. "You look lovely." She said to me and I smiled, not very nicely. Draco surveyed me for a moment. Of course, he wasn't used to me in a nice dress and looking presentable. He was used to me in my uniform with my brown boots and untidy curls. This must have been strange for him, because it was strange for me, seeing him in a suite.
Lucius and Narcissa led us into the dining room and we took our seats. I was none too happy when they insisted Draco and I sit next to each other. Dinner went on, and they discussed Sirius Black and other Ministry things. I had just begun to think this was going somewhat well when Lucius mentioned "those filthy Weasleys." Every muscle in my body tensed with anger and my fist clenched.
"They are an embarrassment!" Lucius was saying. "They have more children than they can afford. And those twins, they're going to end up in Azkaban one day. They are pathetic-"
And that's when I lost it.
"Shut up! Just shut up!" I almost yelled. Every one turned to look at me in astonishment.
"What did you say to me?" said Lucius. I was pretty sure no one had ever talked like that to him before.
"I told you to shut up! Don't ever talk about the Weasley's like that! Those twins happen to be my best friends and I think they're brilliant!" I stood up angrily. I was yelling now. "The Weasley's are ten times the wizards you will ever be!"
I turned around and stomped back to the fireplace. All I could hear from the dining room was stunned silence. I stepped into the fireplace, threw the floo powder, and emerged in my house. I was Christmas had been a disaster.
The Hogwarts express chugged along as I sat in a compartment with Fred, George, and Anthony. I had told them what had happened, but they didn't really know what to say. I had gotten in huge trouble when my parents had gotten home, but I didn't care. I had done what was right and that's all that mattered. Fred and George had thanked me for standing up for them and told me I was a great friend.
I ran into Malfoy at the Astronomy Tower again. I was expecting him to yell at me for ruining his Christmas, but he didn't. He gave me a smile and said, "I thought it was great, what you said to my father. That was brave."
I gave him an awkward smile and replied with, "Well, I am in Gryffindor, aren't I?"
Thanks for reading! Please review! The next chapter will be up soon, promise! See ya later!
Love,
Audrey
