-A/N: This is my first fic. I got the idea, started writing, and before I knew it I
was done and loving it. Hope you enjoy! Sorry, Draco is OOC. Please R/R!
-Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the idea. The characters belong to J.K.Rowling.
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'Twas the Eve

'Twas the Eve before Christmas, and all through Hogwarts,
Not a student was stirring, except Potter and more.
The stockings were hung in the common-room with care,
In hopes that lots of prezzies soon would be there.

Neville, of course, was nestled all snug in his bed,
While visions of Parvati danced in his head.
And Harry and Ron, and Hermione too,
Settled down on the couch when Crookshanks went "mew",

Then out in the Great Hall there arose such a clatter.
Harry sprang from his chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the portal Ron flew in a flash.
Hermione jumped up and threw on a sash.

The moon through the windows shined on the staircase
As Potter and co. dashed through the corridor maze,
When, what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a gosh ugly sleigh, and eight big-ass reindeer.

With a shriveled old driver, the crippled, cruel sort,
Harry knew in a moment it must be Voldemort.
Harry, unamused, sucked on a candy cane,
While Voldemort cursed, shouted, and called them by name:

"Now Potter, you ass! And Granger you witch!
I'll kill you I swear! Even Weasly, you git!
With a flick of my wrist and the whip of my wand!
Now get out! Get out! Or I'll send you beyond!"

As Fred or George weasly on a broomstick flies,
The sleigh, through a window, flew into the sky.
So to deatheaters homes away they flew
With the sleigh full of evil, and Voldemort too.

And then, in a twinkling, Ron heard at the door
The tipping and toeing of each slyish foot.
Harry drew in his hand his wand, and turning around,
Spied Draco Malfoy running away in a bound.

He was tackled by Ron, Harry's wand at his throat,
And Hermione ran after clutching her coat.
Onto the floor he was flung on his back,
And he struggled and squirmed just like a trapped rat.

His eyes -- how they glistened! His lips pursed tight!
His cheeks were like roses, flushed from the fight!
His droll expression from Ron drew a laugh.
Draco drew up his strength and spat, "Weasly, you rat!"

Ron pulled back his fist as to strike Draco's face,
But Hermione stopped him and plainly stated:
"Oh Ron, let it go, it's nearly Christmas!"
And with that Ron huffed but let Draco out of his grasp.

He stood tall and dusted the dirt from his robes,
A platinum blonde with a peirced left lobe.
He was tall and thin with eyes icy blue.
Hermione couldn't help it he attracted her (and all other girls), too.

He spoke not a word, but headed back to Slytherin,
And when Ron and Harry left, Hermione followed him,
And catching up in a corridor, she filled with bliss,
As the infamous Draco gave her her first kiss.

He backed away and Hermione smiled,
It may be Seventh year but she'd never been so excited.
He gave a sly smile, turned to his dorm, and said in the moonlight:
"Merry Christmas, Hermione. Though you may be a mudblood, to you a good night!"