Disclaimer: I own nothing! JKR is a genius!
A/N: Thanks again to all reviewers. The next chapter most likely won't be posted until AFTER
Christmas. If your lucky, (and if I need to escape my family) you might get one ON Christmas. :)
Angry and frustrated, I slammed the large book before me shut. I had gone through every book in
the library, and nothing was giving me a significant enough lead for my project.
I was royally pissed off, to say the least.
Shoving all of my belongings into my over-stuffed bag, I stormed out of the quiet library; not
knowing quite where I was headed. After a few minutes of frantic stalking, I found myself in the
dungeons.
Odd.
Sighing heavily, I figured there was nothing to do, and slowly made my way to the opened door
of the potion's classroom.
Professor Snape was no where in sight. Shrugging, I moved forward quietly, unsettled at the
eerily calm vibes the empty room was giving off. On normal days, it felt odd enough, but
without other students milling about and Snape empty from the aisles between the desks, it was
downright scary.
"Looking for something, Miss Granger?" The voice was silky, all traces of malice a distant
memory.
"I don't know." I stated bluntly, quirking my head to the side and glancing over to the door he
was standing in.
"Really?" His lips twitched in an effort to suppress a smile, and I found myself oddly
mesmerized. "Miss Granger?" He inquired, snapping me out of my daze.
"I'm sorry." I whispered, suddenly quite nervous.
What was wrong with me? One sight of an almost smile from my greasy-git of a Potion's master
and I start melting at his feet. Get a grip, Granger!
"Don't be, you did nothing wrong..." he trailed off, smirking slightly. Moving slowly, he walked
away from the door to stand before me. "At least nothing that I know of..."
"No sir."
"Head Girl...at a loss for words." He laughed from deep within his throat, a sound both husky and
masculine. It sent shivers down my spine and covered my pale flesh in goose-pimples. "I thought
the day would never come. Hell must have frozen over."
I laughed nervously at this, shifting my bag from one shoulder to the other.
"Now," he leaned against one of the desks, folding his arms across his chest. "Is there a specific
reason you are down in my classroom during break?"
"I think so." I murmured, averting my gaze to the floor. My, his feet were big.
"You're blushing, Miss Granger." He grinned semi-sadistically. "Now all you need is a set of
antlers and we could call you Rudolph."
"Do I look like a red-nosed reindeer to you?" I snapped in response. Instead of the harsh
punishment I was expecting, Snape laughed again. "What is with you today?"
"I could ask the same."
"I was frustrated." I started to explain, regaining my composure. "I can't find what I need for my
project, and as you know, I have limited resources."
"I see." He stroked his chin thoughtfully. We stood silent for a while before he spoke again. "I
will grant you full access to my private library."
"Really?!"
"On one condition."
"Oh." There was always that 'but', or 'one condition.' Can't a girl get a break around here?
"Tell me," he began, pushing off the desk and moving to sit behind his own. "What do you
REALLY want for Christmas?"
"That's it?" I asked, startled. "That's your condition? I tell you what I want for Christmas and you
grant me full access to your library?"
"That's it." He nodded, smirking slightly.
"Well that's easy enough." I smiled shyly, gazing into his eyes. "I want love."
~*~
Two more days came and passed, and I had gathered everything I ever needed for my project, and
then some, from Snape's library.
Snape himself, had even given me some hints and advice.
By Christmas Eve night, my project was finished.
Sitting quietly on the bay window in the Gryffindor Common Room, I contemplated the past
week. It had been interesting; what with the Ball, and Snape's odd new behavior. Despite what
my head was screaming, I found myself growing rather fond of my surly Professor.
I still don't know quite how to thank him for all the help he's given me. I'd been thinking about
this for the past two hours, and nothing had come to me. It shouldn't be this hard, should it?
Something clicked in my head.
A Christmas Present!
Grabbing my cloak off a peg on the wall, I dashed out the portrait hole. Flashing my Head Girl
badge at Filch, I exited the castle and made my way towards the small wizarding village of
Hogsmede.
I looked in every shop that was still open...twice, and I didn't find anything that seemed
appropriate.
What did one buy someone like Snape? He didn't seem like the Quidditch type, nor did he give
off the impression that he was a jokester...
ARGH!!!
Ooohhh...what's that?
Grinning like a Cheshire cat, I ran into a tiny shop that I must have passed over both times. I saw
the perfect present on display in it's tiny little window...
Yes. The Perfect Present.
~*~
Again, I apologize for the shortness of this chapter.
Mavidian: You are so right...It doesn't matter what anyone thinks, as long as I know that I'm
getting the story out.
Steph: Well, I suppose there is still something missing, but here is more for now! :grin: Oi, and
quit with the puppy eyes...I get enough of that from my nieces and nephews! LOL
Anonymous: Please stop banging your head...It's not THAT good. *blush*
SaintlySmile: Thank you, though I wouldn't go as far as calling this story 'cool'. If I even had half
of the talent as some of the fiction writers out there... *sighs wistfully*
Jessicat1982: The snow war was my favorite to write. HEHE! SNAPE THROWING
SNOWBALLS! Oh it was priceless...I crack myself up sometimes. HEHE
Deritine: I'm glad my story is getting you into the Holiday Spirit...writing it is definitely helping
me. Before this I was a total Grinch. But not anymore...and everyone's reviews are really making
my Holiday!
A/N: Thanks again to all reviewers. The next chapter most likely won't be posted until AFTER
Christmas. If your lucky, (and if I need to escape my family) you might get one ON Christmas. :)
Angry and frustrated, I slammed the large book before me shut. I had gone through every book in
the library, and nothing was giving me a significant enough lead for my project.
I was royally pissed off, to say the least.
Shoving all of my belongings into my over-stuffed bag, I stormed out of the quiet library; not
knowing quite where I was headed. After a few minutes of frantic stalking, I found myself in the
dungeons.
Odd.
Sighing heavily, I figured there was nothing to do, and slowly made my way to the opened door
of the potion's classroom.
Professor Snape was no where in sight. Shrugging, I moved forward quietly, unsettled at the
eerily calm vibes the empty room was giving off. On normal days, it felt odd enough, but
without other students milling about and Snape empty from the aisles between the desks, it was
downright scary.
"Looking for something, Miss Granger?" The voice was silky, all traces of malice a distant
memory.
"I don't know." I stated bluntly, quirking my head to the side and glancing over to the door he
was standing in.
"Really?" His lips twitched in an effort to suppress a smile, and I found myself oddly
mesmerized. "Miss Granger?" He inquired, snapping me out of my daze.
"I'm sorry." I whispered, suddenly quite nervous.
What was wrong with me? One sight of an almost smile from my greasy-git of a Potion's master
and I start melting at his feet. Get a grip, Granger!
"Don't be, you did nothing wrong..." he trailed off, smirking slightly. Moving slowly, he walked
away from the door to stand before me. "At least nothing that I know of..."
"No sir."
"Head Girl...at a loss for words." He laughed from deep within his throat, a sound both husky and
masculine. It sent shivers down my spine and covered my pale flesh in goose-pimples. "I thought
the day would never come. Hell must have frozen over."
I laughed nervously at this, shifting my bag from one shoulder to the other.
"Now," he leaned against one of the desks, folding his arms across his chest. "Is there a specific
reason you are down in my classroom during break?"
"I think so." I murmured, averting my gaze to the floor. My, his feet were big.
"You're blushing, Miss Granger." He grinned semi-sadistically. "Now all you need is a set of
antlers and we could call you Rudolph."
"Do I look like a red-nosed reindeer to you?" I snapped in response. Instead of the harsh
punishment I was expecting, Snape laughed again. "What is with you today?"
"I could ask the same."
"I was frustrated." I started to explain, regaining my composure. "I can't find what I need for my
project, and as you know, I have limited resources."
"I see." He stroked his chin thoughtfully. We stood silent for a while before he spoke again. "I
will grant you full access to my private library."
"Really?!"
"On one condition."
"Oh." There was always that 'but', or 'one condition.' Can't a girl get a break around here?
"Tell me," he began, pushing off the desk and moving to sit behind his own. "What do you
REALLY want for Christmas?"
"That's it?" I asked, startled. "That's your condition? I tell you what I want for Christmas and you
grant me full access to your library?"
"That's it." He nodded, smirking slightly.
"Well that's easy enough." I smiled shyly, gazing into his eyes. "I want love."
~*~
Two more days came and passed, and I had gathered everything I ever needed for my project, and
then some, from Snape's library.
Snape himself, had even given me some hints and advice.
By Christmas Eve night, my project was finished.
Sitting quietly on the bay window in the Gryffindor Common Room, I contemplated the past
week. It had been interesting; what with the Ball, and Snape's odd new behavior. Despite what
my head was screaming, I found myself growing rather fond of my surly Professor.
I still don't know quite how to thank him for all the help he's given me. I'd been thinking about
this for the past two hours, and nothing had come to me. It shouldn't be this hard, should it?
Something clicked in my head.
A Christmas Present!
Grabbing my cloak off a peg on the wall, I dashed out the portrait hole. Flashing my Head Girl
badge at Filch, I exited the castle and made my way towards the small wizarding village of
Hogsmede.
I looked in every shop that was still open...twice, and I didn't find anything that seemed
appropriate.
What did one buy someone like Snape? He didn't seem like the Quidditch type, nor did he give
off the impression that he was a jokester...
ARGH!!!
Ooohhh...what's that?
Grinning like a Cheshire cat, I ran into a tiny shop that I must have passed over both times. I saw
the perfect present on display in it's tiny little window...
Yes. The Perfect Present.
~*~
Again, I apologize for the shortness of this chapter.
Mavidian: You are so right...It doesn't matter what anyone thinks, as long as I know that I'm
getting the story out.
Steph: Well, I suppose there is still something missing, but here is more for now! :grin: Oi, and
quit with the puppy eyes...I get enough of that from my nieces and nephews! LOL
Anonymous: Please stop banging your head...It's not THAT good. *blush*
SaintlySmile: Thank you, though I wouldn't go as far as calling this story 'cool'. If I even had half
of the talent as some of the fiction writers out there... *sighs wistfully*
Jessicat1982: The snow war was my favorite to write. HEHE! SNAPE THROWING
SNOWBALLS! Oh it was priceless...I crack myself up sometimes. HEHE
Deritine: I'm glad my story is getting you into the Holiday Spirit...writing it is definitely helping
me. Before this I was a total Grinch. But not anymore...and everyone's reviews are really making
my Holiday!