My December

By Elly Malfoy

Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue. Don't own the characters or plot or the song on which the song is based on.

A/N: This is a slash story and if you are defended by that, please don't read it. Don't want any angry people writing me hate mail. It's R for language and slashy parts down the road… (Yummy… lol sorry). I've made changes to the first chapter because it was all messed up, but it wasn't much though. If anyone wants to be my beta-reader just email me at aznkittyrockstar@hotmail.com

A/N: I want to say thanks to my first two reviewers! (If you reviewed after I put this up and I didn't get your name until after, don't worry, I'll get you next chapter! Thanks!)

Sapphrine: Hey! Thanks! This is my first SLASH fic and I wanted to make it slow because I've read many who went too fast and I like, 'What? That doesn't seem reasonable!' So, I'm trying to take it as slow as possible. I know, Draco's adorable when he shows affection! And I don't know why I don't have many reviews, *sniff* I wish I had more! I'm glad you reviewed! Thanks a bunch! It means a lot to me!

Anita-chan: Thanks! I'm glad you like it! Here's the next chapter so soon! I actually wrote it before I posted the first one! Thanks for reviewing! It means a lot!

Okay, enough of the chit-chat, on with the fic!

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Chapter Two: The Feast

Harry sat at the Gryffindor table chatting with his friends about their summers and about this year's Quidditch team. His stomach started to grumble and wished that Professor McGonagall would hurry and bring the first years in to get the sorting over with. After a few minutes of the rumbling sound and the pain in his stomach, the Great Hall doors opened and Professor McGonagall lead the timid first years to the front of the staff table. Silence filled the hall when she turned and faced the crowd.

"Will you wait along here, please," her familiar question, which was more of a demand, rang through the hushed hall. Then she turned to the hat, which was placed upon a stool that sat in the middle of the room, and watched it start to move.

The hat started to sway and began its song:

"I was brought to life by the original four

Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Gryffindor

To have you sorted, that is what I'm for

But now I must warn you, there is something more

I have seen many come and many go

I've seen the rivalry; I've seen the hatred so

I beg of you please

Take my warning in heed

It is important to unite

Not to be bitter and fight

Houses of the original four

Had fought once before

Nothing came from that

But just more hatred, so listen to this silly hat

There are two who could unite you

As I'm sure they will do

A Slytherin and Gryffindor will fall in love

They're our prayer receive form up above

To end the fight

They must unite

Pay attention to my warning

Now, I end, it is time for the sorting!"

The whole crowd became eerily still. It wasn't the first time the hat gave a warning, it gave one the year before, but telling them that two people will fall in love, that was just creepy. A few moments after the initial shock set in, Professor Dumbledore stood.

"Well, I first want to welcome you to a new year at Hogwarts. I'm glad to see the new faces and old ones as well," the old man's eyes twinkled under the floating candles above. "I am sure that the Sorting Hat meant all that he said. The war is rapidly approaching and we need to stand strong. I would like to ask Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy to meet me in my office after the feast is over. That is all, so let the sorting begin."

Harry's eyes were protruding just as Luna's were on the train. Was he in trouble? He hadn't done anything, and why did he want to see Malfoy, too? Did the dirty ferret rat him out on something? He hardly was paying attention to the sorting, from which the shout at the Gryffindor table had told he they receive a first year. He was knocked back to reality when the table cheered again. However, his stomach began to churn once more from the lack to food he had not eaten.

"Malfoy, Serenity," Professor McGonagall looked from the parchment. The girl that Harry helped well, tried to anyway, stepped up to the stool and sat. It took a moment or two and finally yelled, "Sly-" but the hat didn't finish, it stopped and changed its mind "Gryffindor!"

Malfoy was stunned. 'Gryffindor? GRYFFINDOR?! How in the hell was she in Gryffindor?!' he yelled in his head. He slammed his fist on the table as the rest of the Slytherin table sat, open mouthed, stunned. He watched as Serenity walked to the Gryffindor table and asked Harry if she could sit next to him. The boy nodded and looked in Malfoy's direction.

They're eyes locked. Emotions were mixed. Malfoy hated that his cousin was associating with that git, but some sort of excitement rushed through him. Those bright green orbs, staring into his. He was flushed of thought. Harry was looking intently at the blonde. He saw the hatred in the boy's stare. That wasn't right; he didn't feel the same way. It was more of an attraction, they lingered on each other. Not really knowing why, but they stared.

"Harry," Hermione called. "Harry," she waved her hand in front of his face. "Why are you staring at Malfoy?"

"Huh, oh," Harry blushed.

Serenity giggled and caught the gaze of her cousin. "He's mad," stating the oblivious.

"Why is he mad? You've done nothing wrong," Hermione sympathized.

"Yes, I came and sat down next to Harry."

"That should be the least of your worries," Malfoy strode up to the sat where his cousin sat. "How in the hell did you get placed in Gryffindor?" Malfoy spat out the house name as if it had a disgusting taste in his mouth.

"Because, Cousin Malfoy, I asked it to," she retorted.

"You asked it to? Why?!" Malfoy shouted.

"I don't like Slytherin," she crossed her arms.

"But- You have disgraced the Malfoy name," he was shaking in fury.

"So be it," Serenity stated simply and turned to her food.

"Potter, you stay away from my cousin. Serenity, let's go, you're going to eat with us," Malfoy shot.

"No."

"What?"

"No, I'm not going to eat with you. This is my house, so I'm going to eat here. And Harry can be near me if he wants to, you're not the boss of him," she said rather childishly.

"Serenity Eliza-"

"No," she pulled out her wand.

"Fine! Just don't expect me to come and save you, I bet Golden Boy can handle that," he shot a disgusting look at Harry and bound out of the Great Hall.

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Oops, such a short chapter. I wanted to save the rather long discussion with Dumbledore for the next chapter! So, tell me what you think of it so far? Review, please, oh, and no flames, please. Oh, tell me how you loved the sad, sad rhyming job I did with the sorting hat song! *rolls eyes* I need to work on my rhyming skills! *giggles*