A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club December

Assorted Appreciation: 8 - The Muppets Christmas Carol - Write about someone being visited by one (or more) ghosts - Alt - Dialogue: "Why are you whispering?" / "It's for dramatic emphasis."

Film Festival: 30 - (dialogue) "Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker."

Amber's Attic: 30 -The Vandals: Write about someone who doesn't take things seriously

Winter Funfair

Southern Funfair – Magical Mistletoe – (Hermione/Millicent Bulstrode)

Northern Funfair – Christmas Market - Filibusters Fireworks - Prompt - Object: Fireworks - Characters - Millicent Bulstrode

Word Count: 502

"Shh, this way, quickly," Millicent stated grabbing Hermione's arm and pulling her into an abandoned classroom. "Did anyone see you?" she asked in a whispered voice. Hermione blinked staring at her girlfriend.

"No, no one saw me. Why are you whispering? No one's around, it's nearly midnight, Millie."

"It's for dramatic emphasis," Millicent giggled. "What's the point of sneaking around the castle with your girlfriend if you can't be completely dramatic about?"

"We're practicing cushioning charms, not plotting to take over the wizarding world."

"So? We could do it, you know."

"Do what?' Hermione asked pulling out her book. Millicent rolled her deep blue eyes.

"Take over the wizarding world, Nee, we could take over the world and then, then we wouldn't have to hide in classrooms at midnight being dramatic!" Millicent stated. Hermione burst out laughing.

"You're the only one being dramatic, Millie. Now, how about we practice the cushioning charm we're supposed to be learning?"

"Fine, I do need to pass charms if we're going to overthrow the ministry when we've graduated," Millicent agreed as she drew her wand and waved it trying to say the correct incantation. The air on the floor shimmered. Hermione pushed over a glass beaker she'd brought for the sole purpose of cushioning charms. She set it on the desk and knocked it over. It hit the floor and shattered. Millicent growled.

"I'm never going to get this, Nee, it's too hard and the stupid movements are all delicate and dainty... I'm neither of those things," she muttered. Hermione put her hand on Millicent's.

"You don't need to be, here, let's try it together? Ready?" she asked. Millicent nodded. Together Hermione and Millicent moved her wand hand and said the incantation. The floor shimmered again, this time it seemed to almost distort. Hermione smiled slightly. She repaired the beaker and set it on the table.

"Can I knock it off this time?" Millicent asked.

"Go for it," Hermione replied. Millicent shoved the beaker. It hit the floor with a muted 'think' and didn't break. Millicent's eyes widened in shock.

"We did it," she whispered. "We really did it!"

"See, you can do it, here, try it by yourself." Hermione set the beaker up again and Millicent cast the charm. This time, the beaker didn't break either.

"Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker!" Millicent screamed shooting fireworks at the unbroken beaker. Hermione burst out laughing wondering how she'd managed to conjure them.

"Where did you hear that? And where did you get the fireworks?"

"Fireworks, I got from Fred Weasley. And I heard that said on a Muggle telly program," Millicent answered. "I started watching them over holiday, I wanted to know what your world was like, so I figured..."

"That's really sweet," Hermione whispered.

"See, now you're the one whispering."

"It's for dramatic emphasis," Hermione laughed giving Millicent a quick kiss causing the Slytherin girl to laugh along with her.

"We really do make a pair, don't we, Nee?"

"We most certainly do, Millie, we most certainly do."