Written for: The Christmas Collection Competition on the HPFC forum
Prompt: #22 (object) Christmas Tree
Pairing: fem!Harry/Draco
December 14th, 1992
Monday
Draco rushes into the Great Hall, having heard that the Yule trees are being decorated. No one knows this, but Draco loves seeing the trees being decorated by magic.
Of course, he'll just make critical remarks about the decorations and go away, lest a fellow Slytherin realise he enjoys watching such a girlish activity.
He curses his luck when he sees that Pottyhead is there as well, with her two side-kicks. The Mudblood and the Weasel are bickering as usual, as Scarface gives Professor Flitwick suggestions on where to place the decorations.
The decorations on the main tree? This is partiality!
It would be so convenient if the Heir of Slytherin finishes off all three of them. With the Mudblood out of the way, he'll be second in academics. With Pottyhead out of the way, Slytherin will have the Quidditch Cup. And one less pauper redhead would just be a bonus.
It's too bad that Professor Flitwick and Potter are engaged in an actual conversation. It would have been an ideal opportunity to goad the three of them.
Draco's slightly miffed about how uneventful the day has been. He has to do something to make the day better.
So he walks around, criticising the work of the Charms Club members about their shoddy decorations on the other trees. Some of them glare at him, but no one says anything.
They all know that Father is a Governor on the School Board.
Vince and Greg finally join him, being the faithful lackeys they are. He keeps an eye out on the Stupid Trio, as he has named them, waiting for a chance to strike at them.
It's been such a boring day, though. It would be so funny to watch the Weasel belch slugs again!
Finally Professor Flitwick leaves to inspect the work on the other trees.
Draco puts on the standard Malfoy swagger and with his trademark etched on his face, approaches the Gryffindorks.
The Mudblood is speaking. "-Mum and Dad always let me decorate-"
The Weasel mutters something which sounds like, "Bloody perks of being a single child."
Scarface meanwhile speaks with a dreamy expression on her face, "When I grow up and have my own house, I'll place the star on the top."
The Mudblood hasn't stopped speaking though. "-But candy-canes are banned. Did you know, I wasn't allowed to eat sweets till I turned nine? Mum says-"
He stares, aghast, at the three of them. They aren't even listening to each other. What kind of a conversation is this? At least when he speaks, Vince and Greg make an attempt to hear him out.
He's so lost in thought that he doesn't realise that they've stopped speaking.
Vince nudges him, and he realises that they're staring at him. More like glaring, but who cares.
"Can we help you, Malfoy?" Potter asks, crossing her arms. What an arrogant idiot. Thinking she can decorate the main tree the way she wants to.
He addresses each of them, "Not eating sweets won't help your rabbit teeth, Mudblood. Weasel, we all know you hang around as Potter's sidekick because she's rich. And Scarface. You'll never get to put a star on a tree. You'll end up just like your parents."
It's not his best dialogue, but it's with satisfaction that he watches their varied reactions.
Weasley turns red with anger. It clashes awfully with his hair colour.
Granger turns pink from embarrassment and tries to hide her teeth.
Potter clenches her fists and glares at him like she'd like to punch him.
And to think some idiots think she is the Heir of Slytherin.
Weasley gets his broken wand out, but Professor Flitwick hurries over to inspect the main tree once again. How unfortunate.
"Are you children behaving?" he squeaks.
"Of course, Professor. I was just praising your exemplary Charms work on the tree. Potter here even offered to help me research the spells," he lies smoothly.
"Is that so? Five points to both Gryffindor and Slytherin for inter-house unity," he says, before turning away to talk to a Hufflepuff Prefect.
Draco smirks at the three of them, as they stare at him, their mouths open. The Weasel looks even more troll-like than usual. Potter looks absolutely furious.
These Gryffindorks are so much fun to mess around with!
He walks away, Vince and Greg in tow, feeling smug.
Annoying the Stupid Trio and earning house points?
It's official.
He, Draco Malfoy is the 'awesome-est' Slytherin around.
Too bad Father refuses to tell him who the Heir is.
Word Count: 718
AN:
This round of updates is brought to you by my upcoming Math exam, which I have in less than 12 hours.
(I finished writing this bunch back in Feb. I've written chapters till the 20th. I'm lazy. I procrastinate.)
I'll reply to the reviews once I'm done with the exam.
Mia:
No, Harriet didn't take Diggory to the ball. Think of someone who was equally dateless (in canon) before the ball. The oldest two: blond boy and raven-haired girl. And they do have star names, though only Narcissa calls them by those. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing! :D