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A Little Christmas Spirit Part 2
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Draco smiled impishly to himself. If anyone had seen the wicked delight on his face, they would surely realize he was up to no good. Then Draco remembered he was never tempted to do good for others. Never. He wasn't Santa Claus or something.
"Draco," Crabbe asked dully, "How are you going to get into the Gryffindor common room?"
"It's all very simple, but I'm not telling anyone. Yet." Draco looked at his ox like friend and decided that maybe sharing his cunning plan would only be a waste of time. After all, there is only a certain quantity of times you can talk to a six foot living wall without getting frustrated.
"Oh. Okay." And Crabbe went back to attacking his oatmeal, even though he'd already had five bowls.
Draco looked at the other boy in disgust, but movement at the Gryffindor table soon diverted his attention.
The Nauseatingly Bonded Trio were leaving, destination unknown, although it probably was Hagrid's hovel. (Even smaller than the Weasel's house and that was saying something.) Draco watched on as Ron, seemingly oblivious to everything but Potter and the mudblood, gestured grandiosely. He could barely make out the words.
".And then the old bat gave us homework over vacation! I hope she chokes on her crystal ball."
"Ron!" Mudblood looked scandalized, while Potter howled with laughter.
As the three Gryffindors disappeared, Draco noted the way the light from the charmed roof reflected off Ron's hair.
"Oh shit." Draco hissed. What was wrong with him? He was acting like some lovesick schoolgirl-the youngest Weasel or her kind. Pretty soon he'd be having one of the dreams where Draco and Ron pranced along some nature trail and little blue birds twittered. Disgusting.
When he came of out his reflections, Neville was gone. Dammit. Draco slid out of his seat and hurried out of the dining hall.
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"I tell you, Hagrid," Hermione persisted, "Draco Malfoy's eyes were practically glued to them!"
Hagrid snorted, and offered the trio a plate of rock solid lemon meringues.
"No, really." Harry piped up. "It was like he was x-raying us. Muggle practice." He added, noticing Ron and Hagrid's confusion. "It makes the person able to see through the other person's.."
"Urgh." Ron said, almost breaking a tooth on Hagrid's cooking and thinking of Draco Malfoy scanning over a very naked Harry, Hermione and himself.
"Don't be crude, Ron. It makes the user able to see the other person's SKELETON. That is, bones."
But it was too late for Ron. Already, his ears were turning the bright red color of a turnip.
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Draco trailed Neville at a safe distance, so he could position himself behind a coat of armor if Longbottom turned around. Neville was followed through an endless succession of hidden doors and deserted hallways (except for the paintings, which tittered to see the moonfaced boy shadowed by Draco Malfoy). Just as Draco began to wonder if Neville had actually discovered him and was conducting a wild goose chase, Neville stopped at a portrait of a rather rotund woman wearing a pink silk dress and an idiotically happy smile. The painting reminded him slightly of Pansy Parkinson, except that Pansy was a little more simpering than doltish.
"Password?" The painted lady inquired.
From his hiding spot behind a column, Draco saw Longbottom's face flush. He never was good at remembering things.
"Um. Puh. Wait for it. Perpetuus Fidelis."
Draco watched as the painting swung open, and Longbottom entered, tripping on the doorjamb. He mentally translated the password and chuckled. "Always faithful."
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A Little Christmas Spirit Part 2
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Draco smiled impishly to himself. If anyone had seen the wicked delight on his face, they would surely realize he was up to no good. Then Draco remembered he was never tempted to do good for others. Never. He wasn't Santa Claus or something.
"Draco," Crabbe asked dully, "How are you going to get into the Gryffindor common room?"
"It's all very simple, but I'm not telling anyone. Yet." Draco looked at his ox like friend and decided that maybe sharing his cunning plan would only be a waste of time. After all, there is only a certain quantity of times you can talk to a six foot living wall without getting frustrated.
"Oh. Okay." And Crabbe went back to attacking his oatmeal, even though he'd already had five bowls.
Draco looked at the other boy in disgust, but movement at the Gryffindor table soon diverted his attention.
The Nauseatingly Bonded Trio were leaving, destination unknown, although it probably was Hagrid's hovel. (Even smaller than the Weasel's house and that was saying something.) Draco watched on as Ron, seemingly oblivious to everything but Potter and the mudblood, gestured grandiosely. He could barely make out the words.
".And then the old bat gave us homework over vacation! I hope she chokes on her crystal ball."
"Ron!" Mudblood looked scandalized, while Potter howled with laughter.
As the three Gryffindors disappeared, Draco noted the way the light from the charmed roof reflected off Ron's hair.
"Oh shit." Draco hissed. What was wrong with him? He was acting like some lovesick schoolgirl-the youngest Weasel or her kind. Pretty soon he'd be having one of the dreams where Draco and Ron pranced along some nature trail and little blue birds twittered. Disgusting.
When he came of out his reflections, Neville was gone. Dammit. Draco slid out of his seat and hurried out of the dining hall.
***
"I tell you, Hagrid," Hermione persisted, "Draco Malfoy's eyes were practically glued to them!"
Hagrid snorted, and offered the trio a plate of rock solid lemon meringues.
"No, really." Harry piped up. "It was like he was x-raying us. Muggle practice." He added, noticing Ron and Hagrid's confusion. "It makes the person able to see through the other person's.."
"Urgh." Ron said, almost breaking a tooth on Hagrid's cooking and thinking of Draco Malfoy scanning over a very naked Harry, Hermione and himself.
"Don't be crude, Ron. It makes the user able to see the other person's SKELETON. That is, bones."
But it was too late for Ron. Already, his ears were turning the bright red color of a turnip.
***
Draco trailed Neville at a safe distance, so he could position himself behind a coat of armor if Longbottom turned around. Neville was followed through an endless succession of hidden doors and deserted hallways (except for the paintings, which tittered to see the moonfaced boy shadowed by Draco Malfoy). Just as Draco began to wonder if Neville had actually discovered him and was conducting a wild goose chase, Neville stopped at a portrait of a rather rotund woman wearing a pink silk dress and an idiotically happy smile. The painting reminded him slightly of Pansy Parkinson, except that Pansy was a little more simpering than doltish.
"Password?" The painted lady inquired.
From his hiding spot behind a column, Draco saw Longbottom's face flush. He never was good at remembering things.
"Um. Puh. Wait for it. Perpetuus Fidelis."
Draco watched as the painting swung open, and Longbottom entered, tripping on the doorjamb. He mentally translated the password and chuckled. "Always faithful."
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