Christmas With Draco
Part Two

By Skye Rocket

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or any of those great Christmas specials on TV.

A/N: Happy days have returned to me at last! [throws confetti] Yay! Yippee skippy! It is Christmas break for me! [blowing party horn] Seventeen days of no school! And five days until Christmas! [throws hand into the air and dances around] But give me a Christmas present, AKA a review! Thanks very much for reading!

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The teenaged girl rushed into her room, face red from the cold air outside. A cheerful grin was plastered to her face, as if she hadn't stopped smiling all day. She looked at the boy sitting on the bed in a flannel pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt, and without warning, grabbed his hands and danced around in circles around the room, dragging the boy with her.

"Draco, it's brilliant! Brilliant! School is out for seventeen days, we're changing seats when we get back for third quarter, and HE said 'Hey' to me!" At the last statement, a smitten look fell onto Skye's face as they stopped dancing around foolishly.

"Very nice, Skye. It must be your lucky day. 'He' said a full syllable to you," Draco said sarcastically. Of course, they never said 'his' name in the house, but it was a well known fact who 'he' was: Skye's crush.

Skye threw her backpack off of her shoulder and unzipped one of the pockets. "Look what my Secret Santa gave me!" She pulled out a giant bag of the Muggle candy that Draco was becoming quite fond of himself, the Jolly Rancher. The teen girl glanced around, opened up her closet, yanked open the drawer to her file cabinet and peacefully grinned at her most prized possession, the candy stash.

There was a small box containing six large packs of gum, not to mention the scattered sticks and pieces of Dubble Bubble. There were mini and regular sized chocolate bars of all types. Boxes of jawbreakers in loads of colors. Numerous kinds of gummi candies. Skye ripped open the bag of fruit flavored candy and dumped it into the drawer and pushed it back in and closed the closet door.

"You know, I always wondered where you got all of that stuff," the pale-haired wizard stated. The dirty blonde girl shrugged.

"Oh well, let's go in the attic and glance around, shall we?" she suggested. But Draco knew what this meant: Skye needed to hide some presents. But nonetheless, the boy nodded and stood up, sliding his feet into a pair of sandals. The two climbed the stairs noisily. Draco shivered as they stepped into the frigid attic. Why was it that the temperature in attics were always nearly the same as they were outside? Skye glanced around again as she usually did when she had a secret, which was quite often, in Draco's opinion.

She walked over casually to the moth-eaten, plaid-patterned sofa shoved into a corner behind numerous boxes. She innocently shoved a flannel blanket that lay (lumpily, I might add) on the couch, revealing loads of brightly-wrapped presents. Draco's mouth opened a little at the vast amount of gifts piled on the couch with the utmost care, making sure the blanket on top of it looked at least mostly normal, for a lumpy blanket.

There were tiny presents, large ones, boxes ones, and mushy looking ones. Draco poked at one of the mushy ones and laughed.

"What is this?" he asked.

The adolescent girl sighed. "A sweater. For my mom." She wrinkled her nose. "I hope she likes it."

Draco smiled. He and Skye began picking up packages and hiding them behind, under and inside of things. The sweater was stuffed under the slant of the roof where it met the floor and behind a box that had once contained a baby's car seat. A video game for Skye's little brother went inside of a box with "Do not touch: radioactive" that belonged to the teenage girl that spent most of her time up in that very room writing and drawing and reading. And a lamp for her dad went behind the sofa, crammed into the corner.

When they finally finished, Skye was almost sure that she had frostbite and her lips were blue. So she and Draco went straight to the kitchen. She took out a packet of hot chocolate mix and shook it into a cup of hot water, then repeated it so that she and Draco could both have some. After this was finished, she added some cinnamon and marshmallows, and the two retreated to the living room to watch some TV.

"My name's Rose and I lost 33 pounds using-,"

"If you call now, you'll not only receive one bottle but two-,"

"Oh my god! You killed-,"

"Forget it! There's nothing on worth watching," Skye grumbled. Then her face lit up. "I have an idea!" She darted over to the cabinet and yanked out a large, flat box and held it up so he could see what it said.

"A ouiji board?" Draco asked.

"Yeah! I know it's not very Christmas-y, but I got this awhile ago and never used it, so let's play!" the teenager screeched happily. Draco sighed but agreed. Skye squealed happily and tore the plastic wrap off of it and pulled the game out.

The two placed their fingers lightly on top of the reader.

"We wish to commune," Skye said dramatically, mimicking 'What Lies Beneath.' Draco giggled. Skye exploded.

"This was a bad idea!" she shouted, shoving it into the box. The pale boy held up his hands in defense.

"Sorry!" he said as she shoved it back into the cabinet.

"It's okay." Skye's eyes lit up. "I've got an idea!" She stampeded down to her room, then she shouted "Come ON Draco!"

He grumbled and followed her. So much for her and her bright ideas! When he got there, he saw Skye digging madly into her file cabinet and he heard wrappers crinkling. Skye was rapidly scooping up pieces of colorful candy and upwrapping it. She grinned and tossed him a few Jolly Ranchers, or as she usually called them, Jollies.

Her face was flushed with happiness. "These taste like... sunshine......" Skye said absently, rocking lightly back and forth.

"Riiiiight. Are you okay?" Draco said, concerned. But when he got no reply, he sighed angrily.

"I should get her a lock for that thing."