A/N: Weeeeee, I love Christmas!! *sings* It's the most….wonderful timmmmmme of the year!!!! Hope you're enjoying the holidays and this little Christmas quickie so far!! ~Carlee, aka SilverDragonsFlame
Disclaimer: If I was JK Rowling, and I owned Draco, well, I wouldn't spend so much time on FF.net, getting my D/G fix from all the other wonderful authors on here, who also, coincidentally, don't own Harry Potter...Wow, I fit in!
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Mischief Mistletoe – Chapter Two
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She'd been watching him again, this morning at breakfast, Draco mused as he made his way to the dungeons for his last class of the day and of the week, double Potions with those bloody Gryffindors. It ticked him off to no end that the lets-play-heroes trio had continued with Potions, though they didn't even have to be there. They could have chosen something else, joined that idiot Longbottom in Herbology.
The door slammed shut behind him as he made his way into the classroom. He rolled his eyes as he heard his idiot followers, Crabbe and Goyle run into the heavy door as it closed. Well, he would have rolled them if he had been assured of keeping the dignified Malfoy look while he did it.
Giving Snape a regal, acknowledging nod, he took his seat in the front of the class. He would have rather been in the back, left alone with his thoughts, but that couldn't happen in Potions.
He'd watched her face go red, a site he thoroughly enjoyed. In the earlier years at school, he'd always made an extra effort to pick on her, just to get that little extra rise out of her, to see that reaction, to see her face flush with anger. Lately though, he'd noticed that just by catching her looking at him, or even better, by watching her, making sure she caught him, he could get the same reaction. That same lovely flush.
Draco loved the fact that he had the power to do that to her. By watching her lately, he knew Potter no longer had that power. At first, it had been a simple matter of finally besting Potter at something. Finally winning. But the more he watched her, the more he remembered, the more he learned.
She had spirit. That was one thing that continued to draw his eye, even after the thrill of winning had finally worn off, something he'd never thought would happen. The day he tired of secretly lording his victory over everyone else? Tiring of that? It should never have happened. But it had, and he'd started watching her just for HER, not Potter.
He could remember the first time he'd really seen her. That day in Flourish and Blott's, five years ago, when she'd stood up to the great Draco Malfoy to defend the boy-who-was-merely-lucky-beyond-belief… That was a day he would never forget.
And it had continued over the years. She wasn't afraid of him. Maybe it was the Weasley blood that did it. But Weasley and Potter avoided him, afraid they'd get into it with him, and then get into trouble. Bloody do-gooders. But even Hermione avoided him at times, afraid he'd call her a Mudblood or some silly thing like that. Honestly, they were just words. That was one of the things he really liked about the littlest Weasley, not that he would ever admit aloud that he liked ANYTHING about her.
She gave as good as she got. He couldn't intimidate her or scare her with a few measly words. She'd certainly get angry, but she never blew her top, lost her cool like Potter or her idiot older brother. Ginny Weasley was a worthy adversary for him.
And the day he thought she'd ever be anything more… Well, they could send him to Mungo's, that was for sure. His father had tried to kill the chit, for loud out crying. It wasn't like anything could ever happen between them.
No, and he'd best get the idea out of his head. His attention would be better focused on trying to figure out why his potion had turned a sickly green instead of the royal purple it was supposed to be, before Snape noticed.
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He was leaving dinner when it happened. He'd noticed of course, that she'd gotten a package from those bloody twin brothers of hers, the ones that had made the end of last year a nightmare with all their pranks. Along with everyone else in the Great Hall, he'd noticed the flying mistletoe. He just hadn't paid any attention to it, preoccupied as he was with the person it had been delivered to.
Thankful to finally be away from the oafs who followed him, he wasn't paying any particular attention to where he was walking. And he certainly didn't notice walking underneath the hovering Mistletoe hanging out in the hallway leading to the Great Hall.
He did, however, notice when he ran into an invisible wall. "What in the bloody hell?" he cursed, pushing at the wall with his hands. But nothing happened, and the air in front of him continued to offer resistance. It almost shimmered in front of him.
A jangling above him finally clued him in. Looking up, he noticed the mistletoe Ginny had received earlier hanging above him, bells attached to the branches chiming… It almost seemed like it was laughing at him.
Dammit it all to hell, this was just what he needed. Gag mistletoe. He had no idea how those bloody Weasley's had jinxed it, but it was obviously not willing to let him get away.
Maybe he just had to wait till someone came along and kissed him. Maybe it would be a cute, harmless gag like that.
Coming from the Weasley's? He snorted. Not bloody likely.
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A/N: Well, there's still a few twists about the Mischief Mistletoe to be revealed, but I'm thinking you've figured out the general idea :) And remember the cute little review button down below. Chapter Three coming soon!
