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A Little Christmas Spirit Part 2
*
"He's looking at us again!"
"Shut up, you bloody git!"
"But he's--"
"That's right, Ron," Harry hissed. "Why don't you let the whole hall know we're watching Draco Malfoy watch us?"
Ron shut up. He was definetely not comfortable with the idea of Hogwart's leading slime (slime with a mansion three times as large as his house, but slime nevertheless) ogle at him and his breakfast.
And anyhow, Ron bitterly thought, it wasn't as if Ron was important enough to merit attenion. The ferret of Slytherin was probably gawping at Harry Potter.
Famous Harry Potter. It wasn't like Ron wanted to be Harry or anything. Harry had too much trouble- like living with Muggles for the summers and not having a proper family, but Ron wouldn't have minded half the attention Harry got. Harry was known all over Europe and Ron was called "the tall kid with red hair" by other students.
Very carefully, Ron peeked over his shoulder. Yes, Draco was still watching them, but with more leisure; his heavy lids sliding from the Gryffindor table to the piece of bread he was spreading with blackberry jam. Dreamily, Ron wondered what it would be like to drown Malfoy in a vat of blackberry jam. Just imagining the impeccable platinum hair submerging and popping back up, covered in the jam and pips gave Ron little shivers of excitement all over...
"What do you think, Ron?"
Harry's voice cutting the mists in his mind, Ron looked up curiously. "Wha?"
"I said," Harry replied, voice tinged with impatience, "What all this means. You know, Draco taking a sudden interest in overlording our breakfast?"
"Maybe he's documenting the feeding rituals of gorillas." Hermione interjected, looking severely at the mess the two boys had made. Oatmeal and syrup were spilled on the table, Harry had a rather distressing milk mustache and Ron's nose was lightly sprinkled with powdered sugar.
Harry and Ron grinned and continued on with their feeding.
***
Draco watched Harry Potter whispering to Ron, then Ron turning back again to stare at him and turn back to the Boy Who Wouldn't Stop Living. Hermione spoke to them and all three laughed. And Draco realized he was not the only one watching the Fantastic Trio in action, for Neville, seated next to them, was looking upon them with something akin to envy.
A thought occurred to Draco and he sat for a while sorting it out, all the while chewing on his lip.
Turning to his fellow Slytherins, he said, "I know how to get into the Gryffindor common room."
A Little Christmas Spirit Part 2
*
"He's looking at us again!"
"Shut up, you bloody git!"
"But he's--"
"That's right, Ron," Harry hissed. "Why don't you let the whole hall know we're watching Draco Malfoy watch us?"
Ron shut up. He was definetely not comfortable with the idea of Hogwart's leading slime (slime with a mansion three times as large as his house, but slime nevertheless) ogle at him and his breakfast.
And anyhow, Ron bitterly thought, it wasn't as if Ron was important enough to merit attenion. The ferret of Slytherin was probably gawping at Harry Potter.
Famous Harry Potter. It wasn't like Ron wanted to be Harry or anything. Harry had too much trouble- like living with Muggles for the summers and not having a proper family, but Ron wouldn't have minded half the attention Harry got. Harry was known all over Europe and Ron was called "the tall kid with red hair" by other students.
Very carefully, Ron peeked over his shoulder. Yes, Draco was still watching them, but with more leisure; his heavy lids sliding from the Gryffindor table to the piece of bread he was spreading with blackberry jam. Dreamily, Ron wondered what it would be like to drown Malfoy in a vat of blackberry jam. Just imagining the impeccable platinum hair submerging and popping back up, covered in the jam and pips gave Ron little shivers of excitement all over...
"What do you think, Ron?"
Harry's voice cutting the mists in his mind, Ron looked up curiously. "Wha?"
"I said," Harry replied, voice tinged with impatience, "What all this means. You know, Draco taking a sudden interest in overlording our breakfast?"
"Maybe he's documenting the feeding rituals of gorillas." Hermione interjected, looking severely at the mess the two boys had made. Oatmeal and syrup were spilled on the table, Harry had a rather distressing milk mustache and Ron's nose was lightly sprinkled with powdered sugar.
Harry and Ron grinned and continued on with their feeding.
***
Draco watched Harry Potter whispering to Ron, then Ron turning back again to stare at him and turn back to the Boy Who Wouldn't Stop Living. Hermione spoke to them and all three laughed. And Draco realized he was not the only one watching the Fantastic Trio in action, for Neville, seated next to them, was looking upon them with something akin to envy.
A thought occurred to Draco and he sat for a while sorting it out, all the while chewing on his lip.
Turning to his fellow Slytherins, he said, "I know how to get into the Gryffindor common room."
