The Twelve Days of Christmas

It's short... but it's a chapter. :o) And oo... look at that... I got a Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream Cooke Dough bar! I love my Dad.... *sighs happily* Only eight more days till Christmas... And if you haven't already, go download Lifehouse's "Everything".
Aimée


Chapter 4: Up To the Challenge


"You wanted to see me?"

Pansy Parkinson walked into the abandoned classroom Seamus had requested her presence in late that evening, a small piece of parchment in her hands telling her the exact classroom to go to.

"Yes, I did." Seamus smiled and advanced on the dark-haired girl, a sultry smile on his face. "Now, you know I'm your Saint… How would you like a Christmas present you'll always remember?"

Pansy, not being the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree, cocked her head slightly and looked up at Seamus with a curious look. "Like what?"

"Well, for starters…" Seamus leaned in a kissed Pansy on the mouth, much to her surprise. "That."

"Seamus!" Pansy exclaimed, stepping back awkwardly. "What on Earth brought that on?"

Seamus grinned, "I want to give you a Christmas present you'll never forget, and that's the only thing I can think of that you may like."

Pansy wrinkled her nose, "I have a boyfriend, Seamus."

Seamus arched his eyebrows, "Who, Draco Malfoy? You know, he really doesn't like you – it's a one way thing, everyone knows that."

Pansy looked at his with alarm that quickly turned to anger, "How DARE you? Draco loves me, unlike you who only want to get into my pants –"

"And what's so bad about that?" asked Seamus, the corners of his lips tugging upwards.

"I—" Pansy looked lost, shaking her head and finally turning around. "I'm leaving, Seamus. Goodbye."

Seamus grinned and saluted her retreating form. As the door closed, he burst out laughing, sinking down to the floor.

"Poor, pathetic Pansy… Doesn't know what fun this is going to be. Just you wait… You're going to love Christmas this year."





"Draco, who's Lavender Brown?" asked Crabbe that night, sifting through the pile of presents he had bought for Lavender – whom, apparently, he had no idea who she was.

"The giggly blonde Gryffindor in Potions." Draco answered half-heartedly, leaning back in the overstuffed chair in front of the Slytherin fireplace. "Always sits next to Parvati Patil."

"Oh," said Crabbe, sitting down next to Draco. "She's pretty."

Draco shot his friend a sideways glance, raising his eyebrow. "If you like the whole ditzy airhead thing, sure."

Crabbe shrugged, "What's wrong with it?"

Draco sighed, "It doesn't matter, never mind."

Reaching into the pocket of his robes, he took out the silver dragon he had received that morning from his Saint. The dragon had emerald eyes and breathed tiny breaths of fire whenever someone ran a finger down the ridges on her back, making, in Draco's opinion, a handy fire starter.

All of the sudden, the common room door burst open and in stormed a furious-looking Pansy, holding a crumpled piece of parchment in her hand, which she immediately threw into the fireplace in front of Draco. Taking a moment to calm down, she turned towards the blonde with an accusing look in her eye.

"Seamus Finnigan just informed me of something very interesting," she glared towards Draco, balling her fists. "He told me that the entire school seems to think you don't love me at all, even though you've said you have before."

"Life sucks." Draco muttered, eyes still on the dragon. "What I feel and what I say when you're giving me a blowjob are two different things. They always are."

Pansy's eyes flashed angrily at his words, and went to slap him before she thought better of it.

"You know what, Draco Malfoy?" she spat, "I never loved you either; I only went to the Yule Ball with you because… because…"

"Because no one else would take you." Draco rolled his eyes as the dragon walked across his arm. "And that was three years ago, Pansy. Get over it."

Without another word, Pansy walked out the way she came, her strides much longer than usual. She made her way through the walls, backtracking until she reached the classroom only five minutes ago she had stormed out of.

Taking in a deep breath, she stepped inside and looking around, finally spotting Seamus perched atop one of the desks in the back of the room.

"Have a change of heart?" he asked, still grinning. Didn't he ever stop for a moment and realize the world wasn't a happy place?

"More or less," Pansy answered, sauntering towards Seamus with a gleam in her eyes. "So, what was this present you wanted to give me that I'd always remember?"

Seamus looked down at her, not surprised in the least. "A shag so good you'll be begging for more once I'm done."

Pansy raised an eyebrow, a smile playing across her lips. "And how do you know you won't be the one begging for more at the end?"

"Self control." Seamus stated simply. "Unless, of course, you're more than I've ever had before."

"Is that a challenge?" Pansy asked in a husky voice, leaning towards the brunette boy. "Because I like challenges."

Seamus met her halfway through in a liplock that lasted for just under a minute, and once they finally came up for air, he grinned once again.

"It's the challenge of a lifetime."