Back at the Slytherin table, Draco's life turned into instant hell. Not that having hot cocoa in your pants wasn't hell already, but he remembered something. He told his parents he was bringing Christina to their house for Christmas! 'Shit! You idiot!' he thought.
"Christina, I was wondering, if um, if you wanted to come to my house for Christmas." She didn't look up from her plate.
"Why, so I can give you some in front of your parents?" she asked.
"Ok, first of all, ew. And second, no. You see, I wanted to introduce you to them."
"And why would that be?" Shit. He hadn't thought of this. 'Because she was nice?' 'Because she was hott?' No, that wouldn't do. Besides, he wouldn't say either of those out loud. Well, maybe the second one, but that was for another time.
"Because, father is interested in meeting the new Slytherin keeper that has been doing so well." he said. Ah, perfect. Couldn't have put it better.
"Oh. Well, in that case…" He was dying here. She had to say yes.
"Ok." He hugged her. "Whoa, this must be serious." she said. He let go of her.
"It is. Very serious." he said with a smirk. Montague and Warrington had been listening and were green with envy.
"Damn, how does that kid do it?" he heard them say.
"They'll never know my secrets.." he said to himself. What was that noise interrupting his thoughts? Oh, Christina.
"I'll send a quick owl to tell mother and father. They'll be so disappointed when they find out their little princess won't be home for Christmas." she said.
"I bet." he replied. "I bet…" 'This is going to be one interesting Christmas.' thought Draco.
Draco was standing at the train station in Hogsmeade saying goodbye to all his fellow Slytherins, and waiting for Christina.
"Bye Draco," said a voice.
"Oh. Pansy." said Draco.
"Have a nice Christmas." she said. She didn't look well.
"You too Pansy." He said. Then he did something so un-Malfoy it was scary. He hugged her. She looked close to death. "Now don't get teary here may weather…I'm only hugging you because if I don't I'll regret it later. You don't carry around that mouth of yours for nothing. My father doesn't carry around that stupid cane for nothing." She have her confused look then mumbled something that sounded like 'bye' again and staggered away.
"What would they do without me?" he asked out loud.
"They'd all just curl up and die." came another voice. Christina was struggling to carry all her bags to the spot where Draco was. Draco ran over to grab them. Christina looked very surprised.
"God damned little minion elves. I told them to be here on time. I swear I could kill them all. Slice off those stupid ugly heads.."
"Draco.." said Christina. "I get it."
"Oh. Right." he flushed then threw the bags to Filch, who was loading them on the train. They hit him in the head.
"Blast you, damn rich boy! Your father may be a governor, but that doesn't mean I can't beat your ass to the ground and rape you!" screamed Filch.
"Shut it dirt bag. You couldn't lay a skanky finger on me if you tried…and please don't ever address me with the word 'rape' again." said Draco. Filch began twitching and swearing. Some kids laughed. Others ran away. It really was quite a scary sight.
"Lovely way with words you have Draco. Anyway," she began as they sat down in a compartment. "What should I expect of these parents of yours?" Draco's stomach lurched. What to say? Hmm. 'Well, father is an arrogant asshole, and mother is conceited with brains equivalent to that of a beaver?' He laughed to himself whenever he thought of beavers. Why? It might have been because a certain Gryffindor *cough Granger cough* who was an exact replicate of a beaver in human form.
"Oh, well, normal parents, you know. Old and boring. I think I'll have them put in a museum of some sort." he said. She smiled. Draco spazzed. 'God dammit with the damn smiling!"
"You really should respect your elders." she said.
"Where did you get that advice? Some crack dealer in Knockturn Alley?" he asked.
"Is that what my father does?" she asked. Draco pressed his lips together, looking a bit nervous that he just insulted her father. She spoke quickly again though. "And how do you know I'm on crack?" she said sarcastically then laughed.
"You're supposed to check twice, Locke." he said, wiping his own nose.
"You're so stupid." she said looking out the window. Neville was wrestling with something, most likely his toad, on the ground. "Doesn't he realize what a loser he is?" she commented. Draco laughed. "Well, I mean..I don't know..just look at him. It screams loser." Draco clutched his stomach. "What? It's not that funny."
"If you calling Longbottom an 'it' isn't funny I don't know what is."
"Maybe that face of yours." she said.
"Don't insult this," he said as he pointed to his face. "It takes a great deal of time and patience to look this good."
"Really? It only takes me 5 minutes, and I look ten times better than you. Maybe you should give up." she said.
"You wish you could look this good, Locke."
"I look that good and better." she said.
"So I do look good?" he smirked.
"God dammit!" she yelled. "Why am I always making reference to you looking good?"
"Because I do."
"No you don't."
"Yes I do."
"Anything you can do, I can do better," sang Christina.
"I can do anything better than you!" sang Draco, then he grabbed his mouth.
"Ha! I made you sing muggle!"
"You heard nothing!"
"Oh I heard it Barbie. I heard it like a bomb in Iraq."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Nevermind. Do you know nothing about the muggle world?"
"Do you know nothing about being a Malfoy? Wait that was a stupid question." Christina gave him a death glare.
"I know that much."
"You can't use that on a Malfoy! We invented the thing!"
"Little did the Malfoy's know that a certain Barbie boy would be so foolish as to teach it to others."
"I am not some stupid muggle toy!"
"How do you know what Barbie is?"
"I asked Dean Thomas. Says his little sister plays with them, but I have a feeling Dean doesn't have a little sister, if you know what I mean..."
"You are so immature."
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are." came a voice.
"Christina, I was wondering, if um, if you wanted to come to my house for Christmas." She didn't look up from her plate.
"Why, so I can give you some in front of your parents?" she asked.
"Ok, first of all, ew. And second, no. You see, I wanted to introduce you to them."
"And why would that be?" Shit. He hadn't thought of this. 'Because she was nice?' 'Because she was hott?' No, that wouldn't do. Besides, he wouldn't say either of those out loud. Well, maybe the second one, but that was for another time.
"Because, father is interested in meeting the new Slytherin keeper that has been doing so well." he said. Ah, perfect. Couldn't have put it better.
"Oh. Well, in that case…" He was dying here. She had to say yes.
"Ok." He hugged her. "Whoa, this must be serious." she said. He let go of her.
"It is. Very serious." he said with a smirk. Montague and Warrington had been listening and were green with envy.
"Damn, how does that kid do it?" he heard them say.
"They'll never know my secrets.." he said to himself. What was that noise interrupting his thoughts? Oh, Christina.
"I'll send a quick owl to tell mother and father. They'll be so disappointed when they find out their little princess won't be home for Christmas." she said.
"I bet." he replied. "I bet…" 'This is going to be one interesting Christmas.' thought Draco.
Draco was standing at the train station in Hogsmeade saying goodbye to all his fellow Slytherins, and waiting for Christina.
"Bye Draco," said a voice.
"Oh. Pansy." said Draco.
"Have a nice Christmas." she said. She didn't look well.
"You too Pansy." He said. Then he did something so un-Malfoy it was scary. He hugged her. She looked close to death. "Now don't get teary here may weather…I'm only hugging you because if I don't I'll regret it later. You don't carry around that mouth of yours for nothing. My father doesn't carry around that stupid cane for nothing." She have her confused look then mumbled something that sounded like 'bye' again and staggered away.
"What would they do without me?" he asked out loud.
"They'd all just curl up and die." came another voice. Christina was struggling to carry all her bags to the spot where Draco was. Draco ran over to grab them. Christina looked very surprised.
"God damned little minion elves. I told them to be here on time. I swear I could kill them all. Slice off those stupid ugly heads.."
"Draco.." said Christina. "I get it."
"Oh. Right." he flushed then threw the bags to Filch, who was loading them on the train. They hit him in the head.
"Blast you, damn rich boy! Your father may be a governor, but that doesn't mean I can't beat your ass to the ground and rape you!" screamed Filch.
"Shut it dirt bag. You couldn't lay a skanky finger on me if you tried…and please don't ever address me with the word 'rape' again." said Draco. Filch began twitching and swearing. Some kids laughed. Others ran away. It really was quite a scary sight.
"Lovely way with words you have Draco. Anyway," she began as they sat down in a compartment. "What should I expect of these parents of yours?" Draco's stomach lurched. What to say? Hmm. 'Well, father is an arrogant asshole, and mother is conceited with brains equivalent to that of a beaver?' He laughed to himself whenever he thought of beavers. Why? It might have been because a certain Gryffindor *cough Granger cough* who was an exact replicate of a beaver in human form.
"Oh, well, normal parents, you know. Old and boring. I think I'll have them put in a museum of some sort." he said. She smiled. Draco spazzed. 'God dammit with the damn smiling!"
"You really should respect your elders." she said.
"Where did you get that advice? Some crack dealer in Knockturn Alley?" he asked.
"Is that what my father does?" she asked. Draco pressed his lips together, looking a bit nervous that he just insulted her father. She spoke quickly again though. "And how do you know I'm on crack?" she said sarcastically then laughed.
"You're supposed to check twice, Locke." he said, wiping his own nose.
"You're so stupid." she said looking out the window. Neville was wrestling with something, most likely his toad, on the ground. "Doesn't he realize what a loser he is?" she commented. Draco laughed. "Well, I mean..I don't know..just look at him. It screams loser." Draco clutched his stomach. "What? It's not that funny."
"If you calling Longbottom an 'it' isn't funny I don't know what is."
"Maybe that face of yours." she said.
"Don't insult this," he said as he pointed to his face. "It takes a great deal of time and patience to look this good."
"Really? It only takes me 5 minutes, and I look ten times better than you. Maybe you should give up." she said.
"You wish you could look this good, Locke."
"I look that good and better." she said.
"So I do look good?" he smirked.
"God dammit!" she yelled. "Why am I always making reference to you looking good?"
"Because I do."
"No you don't."
"Yes I do."
"Anything you can do, I can do better," sang Christina.
"I can do anything better than you!" sang Draco, then he grabbed his mouth.
"Ha! I made you sing muggle!"
"You heard nothing!"
"Oh I heard it Barbie. I heard it like a bomb in Iraq."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Nevermind. Do you know nothing about the muggle world?"
"Do you know nothing about being a Malfoy? Wait that was a stupid question." Christina gave him a death glare.
"I know that much."
"You can't use that on a Malfoy! We invented the thing!"
"Little did the Malfoy's know that a certain Barbie boy would be so foolish as to teach it to others."
"I am not some stupid muggle toy!"
"How do you know what Barbie is?"
"I asked Dean Thomas. Says his little sister plays with them, but I have a feeling Dean doesn't have a little sister, if you know what I mean..."
"You are so immature."
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are." came a voice.