The Twelve Days of Christmas - Chapter 2
Think She'd Fancy a Shag?
Don't mind the chapter title... :o) December 13th, only 11 more days to go until Christmas! That's six school days, once of which I'm expecting to party the entire day. Hope you all have gotten most of your shopping done - for the first time ever, I've bought presents before the 21st. I'm proud. :o)
Most of you are saying Harry has Draco - how can you be so sure? He was looking at five Slytherins - Crabbe, Goyle, Zambini, Malfoy, and Pansy. Why on Earth would you conclude it's Draco, just from reading that, eh?
*smirk* I'm a pain in the arse, sorry. Enjoy!
Aimée
"So, what House did you get?" Seamus Finnigan sat perched at the end of his four-poster bed in the Gryffindor Seventh Year Boy's Dorm, speaking to the remaining four male members of his year.
"Gryffindor." Neville Longbottom replied, buttoning the top buttons to his pajama top.
"Gryffindor, thank God." Ron answered, fluffing up one of his pillows. "Harry got a Slytherin though."
"Ouch, sorry chap." Seamus winced, and then flashed Harry a dazzling smile.
"I can speak for myself, thank you." Harry snapped, pulling back the comforters to his bed. "I don't know them very well either, so this is going to be a bit harder than I expected."
"That would be the point, wouldn't it?" Dean Thomas spoke up, drawing back the curtains to his own bed between Seamus and Neville. "To get to know our opposite House a bit better, with the War and all."
"I supposed," Harry murmured, climbing onto his mattress. "Seamus, Dean, which House did you get?"
"Slytherin as well." Dean muttered, rolling his eyes. "Crabbe, at that."
Harry winced, "Sorry."
"I got Slytherin as well, but Pansy Parkinson!" Seamus grinned, swinging his feet back and forth in the air. "Do you think she'd fancy a shag? Consider it a priceless gift; cover me for the entire twelve days?"
"Is that what girls really want?" asked Neville, cocking his head slightly to the right. "A – shag?"
Seamus shrugged, "I suppose. What else are they good for?"
Neville gulped and thought about the name on his piece of parchment; he was supposed to – shag – her? Is that what girls really wanted?
How was he supposed to do that?
Ron scoffed, glaring over at Seamus. "Look at Hermione, why don't you? She's smart as a whip, but would you want to shag her?"
Seamus tilted his head and thought for a moment, then sighed. "You've got me there – but I'm sure I know someone who would want to."
He grinned back over towards Ron, who took a moment to understand. With a sudden 'hmph' of disagreement, a pillow went flying through the air, hitting the Irish boy on the side of head. Less than thirty seconds later, war raged in the Seventh Year's dormitory until finally one of them called it quits, begging the others to go to bed. With loud protests, the clan finally gave up and conceded to Harry's wishes.
The next day, Harry, Ron, and Hermione made their way through the streets of Hogsmeade, carrying parcels they had bought, whether it be for friends, family, or the individual they were supposed to buy for.
"Hermione," said Ron suddenly, "You're a girl – what do would you want for Christmas from a guy you barely know?"
"Socks." Hermione replied without missing a beat. Harry sniggered for a moment before receiving a sinister glare from Ron, and then quickly shut up.
"I'm serious, 'Mione," Ron whined, "I have no idea what to get for my person!"
"So, like I said, get socks." Hermione answered in an snobby tone, which was very unlike her this time of year. "Everybody needs socks."
Harry shook his head, "You remind me more and more of Professor Dumbledore each day."
Both Ron and Hermione both shot him a curious look, but Harry merely shook his head and dismissed the topic.
"I know exactly what I'm getting my person," Harry commented a few minutes later, as they entered Honeydukes. "I'm going to have to leave you two to yourself for a bit though, while I get it."
Ron nodded, suddenly distracted by the mass amount of sweets surrounding them. Hermione was already almost ten feet in front of them, browsing through a shelf of chocolate fruits.
Harry sighed, turning around and backtracking onto the streets of Hogsmeade once more. Walking down to a tiny shop near the end of the street, he quickly opened the glass door and made his way inside, relaxing as the warm air hit his numb face.
He wandered through the shelves before finding what he was looking for. He also picked up a small black wooden dog that moved realistically across his palm, sniffing his fingers before curling up into a little ball in the middle of his palm to keep warm – for Sirius, he decided.
After paying for his purchases, he walked onto the cold, snowy street once more –
-- And ran straight into Draco Malfoy.
"Eurgh! Watch it, Potter!" Malfoy shouted, rubbing his forehead where he and Harry had hit. Harry mimicked his actions, his scar aching slightly from the contact. Without a second glance, Harry walked away as Malfoy walked into the store Harry had just come from.
Harry made his way back to Honeydukes, where Ron and Hermione were just paying for their purchases as well.
"All right there, Harry?" Ron asked, walking out of the shop holding two large parcels filled to the brim with sweets. Harry nodded as Hermione joined them, carrying only one small parcel herself.
"Find what you were looking for?" asked Hermione. Harry nodded, patting the package under his left arm.
"Yeah, I did – got something for Snuffles as well, it's perfect." He beamed as they walked into the Three Broomsticks.
"You know," said Hermione, sitting down at a table five meters from the bar, where Ron was now heading to get their Butterbeers. "I think this may just turn out to be a happy Christmas after all."
Harry nodded, leaning back into his chair and brushing his bangs out of his eyes.
"I sure hope so."
Think She'd Fancy a Shag?
Don't mind the chapter title... :o) December 13th, only 11 more days to go until Christmas! That's six school days, once of which I'm expecting to party the entire day. Hope you all have gotten most of your shopping done - for the first time ever, I've bought presents before the 21st. I'm proud. :o)
Most of you are saying Harry has Draco - how can you be so sure? He was looking at five Slytherins - Crabbe, Goyle, Zambini, Malfoy, and Pansy. Why on Earth would you conclude it's Draco, just from reading that, eh?
*smirk* I'm a pain in the arse, sorry. Enjoy!
Aimée
"So, what House did you get?" Seamus Finnigan sat perched at the end of his four-poster bed in the Gryffindor Seventh Year Boy's Dorm, speaking to the remaining four male members of his year.
"Gryffindor." Neville Longbottom replied, buttoning the top buttons to his pajama top.
"Gryffindor, thank God." Ron answered, fluffing up one of his pillows. "Harry got a Slytherin though."
"Ouch, sorry chap." Seamus winced, and then flashed Harry a dazzling smile.
"I can speak for myself, thank you." Harry snapped, pulling back the comforters to his bed. "I don't know them very well either, so this is going to be a bit harder than I expected."
"That would be the point, wouldn't it?" Dean Thomas spoke up, drawing back the curtains to his own bed between Seamus and Neville. "To get to know our opposite House a bit better, with the War and all."
"I supposed," Harry murmured, climbing onto his mattress. "Seamus, Dean, which House did you get?"
"Slytherin as well." Dean muttered, rolling his eyes. "Crabbe, at that."
Harry winced, "Sorry."
"I got Slytherin as well, but Pansy Parkinson!" Seamus grinned, swinging his feet back and forth in the air. "Do you think she'd fancy a shag? Consider it a priceless gift; cover me for the entire twelve days?"
"Is that what girls really want?" asked Neville, cocking his head slightly to the right. "A – shag?"
Seamus shrugged, "I suppose. What else are they good for?"
Neville gulped and thought about the name on his piece of parchment; he was supposed to – shag – her? Is that what girls really wanted?
How was he supposed to do that?
Ron scoffed, glaring over at Seamus. "Look at Hermione, why don't you? She's smart as a whip, but would you want to shag her?"
Seamus tilted his head and thought for a moment, then sighed. "You've got me there – but I'm sure I know someone who would want to."
He grinned back over towards Ron, who took a moment to understand. With a sudden 'hmph' of disagreement, a pillow went flying through the air, hitting the Irish boy on the side of head. Less than thirty seconds later, war raged in the Seventh Year's dormitory until finally one of them called it quits, begging the others to go to bed. With loud protests, the clan finally gave up and conceded to Harry's wishes.
The next day, Harry, Ron, and Hermione made their way through the streets of Hogsmeade, carrying parcels they had bought, whether it be for friends, family, or the individual they were supposed to buy for.
"Hermione," said Ron suddenly, "You're a girl – what do would you want for Christmas from a guy you barely know?"
"Socks." Hermione replied without missing a beat. Harry sniggered for a moment before receiving a sinister glare from Ron, and then quickly shut up.
"I'm serious, 'Mione," Ron whined, "I have no idea what to get for my person!"
"So, like I said, get socks." Hermione answered in an snobby tone, which was very unlike her this time of year. "Everybody needs socks."
Harry shook his head, "You remind me more and more of Professor Dumbledore each day."
Both Ron and Hermione both shot him a curious look, but Harry merely shook his head and dismissed the topic.
"I know exactly what I'm getting my person," Harry commented a few minutes later, as they entered Honeydukes. "I'm going to have to leave you two to yourself for a bit though, while I get it."
Ron nodded, suddenly distracted by the mass amount of sweets surrounding them. Hermione was already almost ten feet in front of them, browsing through a shelf of chocolate fruits.
Harry sighed, turning around and backtracking onto the streets of Hogsmeade once more. Walking down to a tiny shop near the end of the street, he quickly opened the glass door and made his way inside, relaxing as the warm air hit his numb face.
He wandered through the shelves before finding what he was looking for. He also picked up a small black wooden dog that moved realistically across his palm, sniffing his fingers before curling up into a little ball in the middle of his palm to keep warm – for Sirius, he decided.
After paying for his purchases, he walked onto the cold, snowy street once more –
-- And ran straight into Draco Malfoy.
"Eurgh! Watch it, Potter!" Malfoy shouted, rubbing his forehead where he and Harry had hit. Harry mimicked his actions, his scar aching slightly from the contact. Without a second glance, Harry walked away as Malfoy walked into the store Harry had just come from.
Harry made his way back to Honeydukes, where Ron and Hermione were just paying for their purchases as well.
"All right there, Harry?" Ron asked, walking out of the shop holding two large parcels filled to the brim with sweets. Harry nodded as Hermione joined them, carrying only one small parcel herself.
"Find what you were looking for?" asked Hermione. Harry nodded, patting the package under his left arm.
"Yeah, I did – got something for Snuffles as well, it's perfect." He beamed as they walked into the Three Broomsticks.
"You know," said Hermione, sitting down at a table five meters from the bar, where Ron was now heading to get their Butterbeers. "I think this may just turn out to be a happy Christmas after all."
Harry nodded, leaning back into his chair and brushing his bangs out of his eyes.
"I sure hope so."
