Christmas Holidays at Malfoy Manor
"Harry, do you want to come to the Burrow for Christmas?" Ron asked him at breakfast.
He nodded. "Yeah, I'd love to."
"What about you, Hermione?"
"Sure, I'll come." Hermione said while pouring pumpkin juice into her goblet.
"What about me, Weasley? Can I come too?" Someone said in mocked excitement behind them.
It was Draco Malfoy. "Malfoy!" Harry hissed as he glared at him.
"Yes, it's so wonderful to see you, too, Potter!" Malfoy said sarcastically.
"Bugger off," Ron said.
"I will after I ask you three the question I came over here to ask."
"What do you want?" Hermione snapped.
"Manners, Granger," Malfoy said. "Anyway, how about spending the Christmas Holidays with none other then moi?"
Harry, Ron, and Hermione stared at him. "Are you on drugs?" Ron asked.
"No, Weasley, I haven't stopped down to your level, if that's what you meant." Malfoy smirked.
"Go away, Ferret!" Ron yelled.
"I will when I'm finished talking." Malfoy said through gritted teeth as he sat down between Harry and Hermione.
"Why do you want us to go home with you for the Christmas Holidays, eh?" Harry asked him, completely bewildered.
"I'm not as bad as you three think I am, you know."
Ron snorted. "I'll believe that."
"I'm serious!"
"Er, right. Go on." Harry said, trying not to laugh.
"AS I WAS SAYING," he said, raising his voice. "My mother is going away for Christmas, and, well, my father is obviously in Azkaban, so why not? I could use some company, and I'd rather it be people who know how to speak English instead of those two goons over there." Malfoy gestured towards where Crabbe and Goyle were sitting.
"All right, we'll come." Harry said.
"We will?" Ron said nervously.
"Yeah, I agree. It'll be a nice change." Hermione said.
Ron closed his eyes and started muttering. "They are insane... I'm imagining this... This is just a dream... We aren't really agreeing to this..."
Malfoy pinched his arm and Ron let out a small yelp of pain. "Oh, would you look at that? You're not dreaming."
Harry and Hermione snorted into their porridge. "Oh, shut up, you three!" Ron said.
"Right, so I'll meet you all here at eleven o'clock tomorrow?" Malfoy asked.
"Yeah, that sounds good." Hermione answered.
Malfoy got up from the table. "Potions starts in half an hour, so I'll see you then."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione all waved good-bye as Malfoy exited the Great Hall.
"Harry, do you want to come to the Burrow for Christmas?" Ron asked him at breakfast.
He nodded. "Yeah, I'd love to."
"What about you, Hermione?"
"Sure, I'll come." Hermione said while pouring pumpkin juice into her goblet.
"What about me, Weasley? Can I come too?" Someone said in mocked excitement behind them.
It was Draco Malfoy. "Malfoy!" Harry hissed as he glared at him.
"Yes, it's so wonderful to see you, too, Potter!" Malfoy said sarcastically.
"Bugger off," Ron said.
"I will after I ask you three the question I came over here to ask."
"What do you want?" Hermione snapped.
"Manners, Granger," Malfoy said. "Anyway, how about spending the Christmas Holidays with none other then moi?"
Harry, Ron, and Hermione stared at him. "Are you on drugs?" Ron asked.
"No, Weasley, I haven't stopped down to your level, if that's what you meant." Malfoy smirked.
"Go away, Ferret!" Ron yelled.
"I will when I'm finished talking." Malfoy said through gritted teeth as he sat down between Harry and Hermione.
"Why do you want us to go home with you for the Christmas Holidays, eh?" Harry asked him, completely bewildered.
"I'm not as bad as you three think I am, you know."
Ron snorted. "I'll believe that."
"I'm serious!"
"Er, right. Go on." Harry said, trying not to laugh.
"AS I WAS SAYING," he said, raising his voice. "My mother is going away for Christmas, and, well, my father is obviously in Azkaban, so why not? I could use some company, and I'd rather it be people who know how to speak English instead of those two goons over there." Malfoy gestured towards where Crabbe and Goyle were sitting.
"All right, we'll come." Harry said.
"We will?" Ron said nervously.
"Yeah, I agree. It'll be a nice change." Hermione said.
Ron closed his eyes and started muttering. "They are insane... I'm imagining this... This is just a dream... We aren't really agreeing to this..."
Malfoy pinched his arm and Ron let out a small yelp of pain. "Oh, would you look at that? You're not dreaming."
Harry and Hermione snorted into their porridge. "Oh, shut up, you three!" Ron said.
"Right, so I'll meet you all here at eleven o'clock tomorrow?" Malfoy asked.
"Yeah, that sounds good." Hermione answered.
Malfoy got up from the table. "Potions starts in half an hour, so I'll see you then."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione all waved good-bye as Malfoy exited the Great Hall.