Weeks passed and Christmas drew nearer. A pleasant spirit lifted the school, and everyone seemed more joyous than usual. Except for, of course, Malfoy.
"Isn't Christmas wonderful?" asked Crabbe, looking up at the snow falling into the Great Hall from the enchanted ceiling. Draco was dumping eggs onto his plate.
"Oh yes, Crabbe. Having a fat man in a suit parading around my house whilst I sleep is just too jolly good to be true." He said sourly.
"Do cheer up, Draco. It's the holidays!" screeched Pansy.
"Not when you're here, Pansy. No, when you're here, it's like swallowing knives, walking on firey hot coals, and shitting chain saws all at once." He told her with a fake smile. She just huffed and began eating her porridge. Draco stabbed at his own food, until Dumb-as-a-white-guy-could-possibly-be stood up to make an announcement.
"Shizzle homies," he began. "This year, we've put together a little something before you leave for yo' cribs. Hope you think it's as off the hook as a bucket o' chicken and Pepsi." The students just stared at Dumbledore, now decked out in Enyce robes, and wearing Sean John sunglasses. Then the doors to the Great Hall opened, and in walked 4 people. It was Hannah Abbot, Cho Chang, Bella, and…
"Locke?" said Malfoy dropping his fork. There they were. Standing in, quiet possibly the raciest out fits Hogwarts had seen in years. Professor McGonagall looked appalled, but Dumbledore was now bopping his head to the music that began playing. Each girl was wearing her house colors, in what appeared to be tight fitting, short skirted Santa outfits. They were also in heels, and wore gloves on their hands.
"Bloody hell," said a wide-eyed Montague, who was sitting next to Draco. Blaise began singing along with the music.
"Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight!" he yelled. The 4 girls each approached their group of students. Draco noticed they were carrying sacks as well. Each girl hopped up on her table, and began walking down. They reached into the bag, and began handing out gifts, but dancing and singing as they did so. It reminded Draco of the time Christina came in and sang that awful muggle song to him, but this was better. Way better. Christina neared Draco and Montague. She reached into the bag, but pulled nothing out, then made a surprised face. She threw the bag to the floor, bent down, and kissed them each on their cheek. The two had no idea, but the other girls had done the same. Bella to Ron and Harry, Cho to two Ravenclaw 7th years, and Hannah to Ernie Macmillan and Justin Finch Fletchley. All 8 boys were marked with red lipstick and looked like they would either die or pass out for the remainder of the week. The song ended, and the 4 waved and exited the Great Hall. People were howling and cheering. Whistles rang out. Dumbledore looked like he just pumped a faulty coke dealer full of lead. At least that's what he thought he looked like. If the students thought the school's spirit was good before breakfast, who knew what they were thinking now.
"You know what I think," said Warrington. "I think Hogwarts is turning in a whorehouse. And I mean that in the best way possible." He added. Pansy slapped him in the head.
"Are you saying I wasn't a whore before?" she yelled.
"Pansy, you are more dense than Blaise and that's saying something." Replied Draco. Blaise had a carrot in one hand and a celery stick in the other, and was making them talk. Nobody knew exactly where he got a carrot and a celery stick at 8:30 in the morning, but they really didn't care either.
"It's denser, Draco, not more dense." She said, rolling her eyes as if Draco was the biggest dumbass in the world for not knowing.
"Right you are Pansy! How did I ever get into Hogwarts using such grammar as 'more dense'?" said Draco, making his hand into the shape of a gun and pretending to shoot himself in the head. Pansy just stared for a while, then began talking with Millicent Bulstrode.
"Enjoying your morning?" came a voice. It was Christina. She sat down next to Draco and poured herself some juice. She had changed back into her robes, much to the guy's dislike.
"Just dandy now that you're here," he said, glancing at Pansy, who he knew had been eavesdropping. She was stabbing her plate with a knife. "Isn't jealousy just the most wonderful thing in the world?" he asked. Christina put her hand on his forehead.
"Are you feeling ok?" she asked, looking worried but frightened at the same time. "I didn't make you a good person by just kissing you, now did I?"
"No. I still enjoy hunting helpless little bunny rabbits down and cooking them over an open fire." He said with a smile.
"Well isn't that nice?" she said. "I prefer chipmunks myself."
"Nah, too crispy." He replied.
"Such interesting conversations us Slytherins have," said Blaise from across the table. Christina dropped her toast and Draco began coughing.
"Well bless the devil!" yelled Montague. "Zabini's said something remotely intelligent!"
"Isn't Christmas wonderful?" asked Crabbe, looking up at the snow falling into the Great Hall from the enchanted ceiling. Draco was dumping eggs onto his plate.
"Oh yes, Crabbe. Having a fat man in a suit parading around my house whilst I sleep is just too jolly good to be true." He said sourly.
"Do cheer up, Draco. It's the holidays!" screeched Pansy.
"Not when you're here, Pansy. No, when you're here, it's like swallowing knives, walking on firey hot coals, and shitting chain saws all at once." He told her with a fake smile. She just huffed and began eating her porridge. Draco stabbed at his own food, until Dumb-as-a-white-guy-could-possibly-be stood up to make an announcement.
"Shizzle homies," he began. "This year, we've put together a little something before you leave for yo' cribs. Hope you think it's as off the hook as a bucket o' chicken and Pepsi." The students just stared at Dumbledore, now decked out in Enyce robes, and wearing Sean John sunglasses. Then the doors to the Great Hall opened, and in walked 4 people. It was Hannah Abbot, Cho Chang, Bella, and…
"Locke?" said Malfoy dropping his fork. There they were. Standing in, quiet possibly the raciest out fits Hogwarts had seen in years. Professor McGonagall looked appalled, but Dumbledore was now bopping his head to the music that began playing. Each girl was wearing her house colors, in what appeared to be tight fitting, short skirted Santa outfits. They were also in heels, and wore gloves on their hands.
"Bloody hell," said a wide-eyed Montague, who was sitting next to Draco. Blaise began singing along with the music.
"Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight!" he yelled. The 4 girls each approached their group of students. Draco noticed they were carrying sacks as well. Each girl hopped up on her table, and began walking down. They reached into the bag, and began handing out gifts, but dancing and singing as they did so. It reminded Draco of the time Christina came in and sang that awful muggle song to him, but this was better. Way better. Christina neared Draco and Montague. She reached into the bag, but pulled nothing out, then made a surprised face. She threw the bag to the floor, bent down, and kissed them each on their cheek. The two had no idea, but the other girls had done the same. Bella to Ron and Harry, Cho to two Ravenclaw 7th years, and Hannah to Ernie Macmillan and Justin Finch Fletchley. All 8 boys were marked with red lipstick and looked like they would either die or pass out for the remainder of the week. The song ended, and the 4 waved and exited the Great Hall. People were howling and cheering. Whistles rang out. Dumbledore looked like he just pumped a faulty coke dealer full of lead. At least that's what he thought he looked like. If the students thought the school's spirit was good before breakfast, who knew what they were thinking now.
"You know what I think," said Warrington. "I think Hogwarts is turning in a whorehouse. And I mean that in the best way possible." He added. Pansy slapped him in the head.
"Are you saying I wasn't a whore before?" she yelled.
"Pansy, you are more dense than Blaise and that's saying something." Replied Draco. Blaise had a carrot in one hand and a celery stick in the other, and was making them talk. Nobody knew exactly where he got a carrot and a celery stick at 8:30 in the morning, but they really didn't care either.
"It's denser, Draco, not more dense." She said, rolling her eyes as if Draco was the biggest dumbass in the world for not knowing.
"Right you are Pansy! How did I ever get into Hogwarts using such grammar as 'more dense'?" said Draco, making his hand into the shape of a gun and pretending to shoot himself in the head. Pansy just stared for a while, then began talking with Millicent Bulstrode.
"Enjoying your morning?" came a voice. It was Christina. She sat down next to Draco and poured herself some juice. She had changed back into her robes, much to the guy's dislike.
"Just dandy now that you're here," he said, glancing at Pansy, who he knew had been eavesdropping. She was stabbing her plate with a knife. "Isn't jealousy just the most wonderful thing in the world?" he asked. Christina put her hand on his forehead.
"Are you feeling ok?" she asked, looking worried but frightened at the same time. "I didn't make you a good person by just kissing you, now did I?"
"No. I still enjoy hunting helpless little bunny rabbits down and cooking them over an open fire." He said with a smile.
"Well isn't that nice?" she said. "I prefer chipmunks myself."
"Nah, too crispy." He replied.
"Such interesting conversations us Slytherins have," said Blaise from across the table. Christina dropped her toast and Draco began coughing.
"Well bless the devil!" yelled Montague. "Zabini's said something remotely intelligent!"