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Fanfiction100 – Sneaky Griffins
Chapter 12 Orange
"What's that?" Hermione sat next to her boyfriend.
"I don't know." Draco kept staring at the present.
When he saw what he had for Christmas he wasn't counting on seeing a few more gifts. SO he was expecting one from Hermione, but he also got one from Potter (you're not more surprised than him) and the other…well, it was in his hands in that moment.
"Let me see- I'm not opening it!" she took the gift from him. Then she sighed "It's from the Weasleys."
"Why would they give me something? They better not expect one from me!"
"She's not." Hermione conveniently forgot the tone he used, it was Christmas after all.
"She?"
"Molly Weasley. Ron's mother."
"Oh. I should send her something then. She's sort of family."
"What?"
"She's the daughter of the Prewetts. Her mother was a Black."
Hermione didn't point out that Harry's grandmother also was a Back, or that by the same standards all Molly's children were his family too, Draco already was being far more generous than she ever though to be possible.
"Why didn't you open it yet?"
Draco opened the package.
"I can't believe it…"
"You got a Weasley sweater! Put it on!"
"There's no way I'm going to wear that!"
"Draco, just because it's homemade…"
"I don't care how it was made, no way I'm wearing something in that colour."
"What's wrong with it?"
"Blimey, Hermione, it's orange! Orange orange! Bright orange! And orange – especially this neon orange – ruins my beauty!"
"I like this orange."
"It makes Weasleys look like a bunch of brunets! …Maybe that's the point…"
"Let me try it then."
"Suit yourself." He watched Hermione putting it on.
"You should be grateful, I never got one."
"Really? You can keep it, then."
"But won't the colour ruin your beauty if I'm wearing it next to you?"
"As odd it may seem, it does look good on you, so I'll be too busy ogling you to notice my beauty level."
"Awwe, aren't you a sweet." she gave him a peek in the cheek "But then how could I be ogling you?"
So, to my anonymous reviewer: Yes, I cannot guess you who are, because I tell so many people my fics before I post them. Yes. And most of them obviously would review with an evil laugh. So no, I still don't know who you are. (thanks for the review, Sally *gives a cookie…then steals it and eats it*)
