Weeks came and went, and eventually it was Christmas. Snow blew outside, although the bitter cold was nothing compared to Snape's homework assignments, as Harry put it. Hermione was going home to visit her family, and Ron was also going back to the Order's Residence. Ron tried to convince Harry to come, but persistent as Ron was, Harry was staying. That of course, was because Lauren was staying, and he couldn't stand the thought of Draco somehow winning her back.
Only a small amount of the extremely large school stayed at Hogwarts that year, so few, that they ended up eating all at one table during meals (Harry and Draco would keep their distances of course, and Lauren would stay by Harry).
During the Christmas season, little bunches of mistletoe were bewitched (by Dumbledore no doubt) to fly around the school and stop in between unsuspecting students. Harry prayed that someone unfortunate wouldn't happen to be caught beside him. Neville already had to kiss Millicent Bulstrode, and immediately afterwards, went to go wash his mouth out with soap.
But, as always, life hurts, and in this case, Harry found out the hard way...the REALLY hard way!
It was lunch, on Christmas Eve (no surprise there), but as worse comes to worse, who happened to be sitting beside Harry? Pansy Parkinson. Harry didn't notice it at first, but as her laughter is quite atrocious to the ear (and her looks are quite atrocious to most peoples' eyes [lol]), he noticed her right away. The mistletoe were around their side of the table, Harry looked around... This was going to be interesting. Harry tried to make a jolt to the door, but it backfired, the mistletoe were ready for that kind of escape route, Harry cursed Dumbledore under his breath... It (the mistletoe) placed itself right over and in-between Pansy and Harry... Both had disgusted looks on their face. As they leaned in for the kiss, gasps were here from around the table, and snickering from some Slytherins. As they kissed, one thing was going through Harry's mind, "I hope Lauren makes up for this later...".As the kiss subsided, he immediately finished his lunch, and returned to Gryffindor tower...to wash his mouth out...with a bit of help from Lauren...*wink**wink*
And that was Harry's worst experience with Mistletoe (or was it?)!
(A/N: Sorry 'bout that folks, I couldn't resist! Now, back to your regularly scheduled chapter.[lol])
After lunch, Harry decided to head down to Hagrid's Hut. He figured he hadn't been there in a while, and he hadn't been taking Care of Magical Creatures, so he hadn't seen him altogether. Lauren headed along with him as they crept by the dark gates of the Forbidden Forest.
"What is that place?" She asked.
"Oh, you wouldn't want to go in there, trust me! It's very dark, gloomy, and all together scary. There are centaurs, and some other stuff too...But even I haven't gone that far into it", Harry answered.
"You've been in there? Wow, you must be really brave... But then again YOU are Harry Potter, and have faced The Dark Lord..." She paused for a moment to think. She continued, "four times!"
Had it really been that many times? He thought to himself. He counted on his fingers.
"Technically five times, but the first time, I didn't really face off against him." He replied.
They soon reached the small shabby looking hut. Harry could hear Fang clawing away at the door, but not as he usually did, it was almost like he really wanted to escape. The howling that emitted from the hut was deafening.
"Hagrid?" Harry called.
He repeated himself, "HAGRID?!"
Harry let himself in, only to see that everything lay scattered and in disarray. His bed wasn't made (which was unusual for Hagrid) his tea kettle lay on the floor, dented, and Fang looked like he hadn't been fed in days. But in all this messy madness, Hagrid was no where to be seen. No note, no evidence, nothing, not even a pang of blood. Had the ministry sacked him? Even then, Dumbledore would have fought for his innocence. This is my entire fault, I haven't seen him since last year, and then, this happens. If only I had kept in touch with him...
As Harry turned to leave, he noticed Lauren was keeping her distance from Fang, as he barked loudly at her, almost snarling.
"FANG!" He swatted the dog on the nose, "sorry about that Lauren, he's usually pretty calm, and usually doesn't make a peep." He said, as the dog calmed down.
They fed Fang and left, heading back into the castle, looking for answers.
Only a small amount of the extremely large school stayed at Hogwarts that year, so few, that they ended up eating all at one table during meals (Harry and Draco would keep their distances of course, and Lauren would stay by Harry).
During the Christmas season, little bunches of mistletoe were bewitched (by Dumbledore no doubt) to fly around the school and stop in between unsuspecting students. Harry prayed that someone unfortunate wouldn't happen to be caught beside him. Neville already had to kiss Millicent Bulstrode, and immediately afterwards, went to go wash his mouth out with soap.
But, as always, life hurts, and in this case, Harry found out the hard way...the REALLY hard way!
It was lunch, on Christmas Eve (no surprise there), but as worse comes to worse, who happened to be sitting beside Harry? Pansy Parkinson. Harry didn't notice it at first, but as her laughter is quite atrocious to the ear (and her looks are quite atrocious to most peoples' eyes [lol]), he noticed her right away. The mistletoe were around their side of the table, Harry looked around... This was going to be interesting. Harry tried to make a jolt to the door, but it backfired, the mistletoe were ready for that kind of escape route, Harry cursed Dumbledore under his breath... It (the mistletoe) placed itself right over and in-between Pansy and Harry... Both had disgusted looks on their face. As they leaned in for the kiss, gasps were here from around the table, and snickering from some Slytherins. As they kissed, one thing was going through Harry's mind, "I hope Lauren makes up for this later...".As the kiss subsided, he immediately finished his lunch, and returned to Gryffindor tower...to wash his mouth out...with a bit of help from Lauren...*wink**wink*
And that was Harry's worst experience with Mistletoe (or was it?)!
(A/N: Sorry 'bout that folks, I couldn't resist! Now, back to your regularly scheduled chapter.[lol])
After lunch, Harry decided to head down to Hagrid's Hut. He figured he hadn't been there in a while, and he hadn't been taking Care of Magical Creatures, so he hadn't seen him altogether. Lauren headed along with him as they crept by the dark gates of the Forbidden Forest.
"What is that place?" She asked.
"Oh, you wouldn't want to go in there, trust me! It's very dark, gloomy, and all together scary. There are centaurs, and some other stuff too...But even I haven't gone that far into it", Harry answered.
"You've been in there? Wow, you must be really brave... But then again YOU are Harry Potter, and have faced The Dark Lord..." She paused for a moment to think. She continued, "four times!"
Had it really been that many times? He thought to himself. He counted on his fingers.
"Technically five times, but the first time, I didn't really face off against him." He replied.
They soon reached the small shabby looking hut. Harry could hear Fang clawing away at the door, but not as he usually did, it was almost like he really wanted to escape. The howling that emitted from the hut was deafening.
"Hagrid?" Harry called.
He repeated himself, "HAGRID?!"
Harry let himself in, only to see that everything lay scattered and in disarray. His bed wasn't made (which was unusual for Hagrid) his tea kettle lay on the floor, dented, and Fang looked like he hadn't been fed in days. But in all this messy madness, Hagrid was no where to be seen. No note, no evidence, nothing, not even a pang of blood. Had the ministry sacked him? Even then, Dumbledore would have fought for his innocence. This is my entire fault, I haven't seen him since last year, and then, this happens. If only I had kept in touch with him...
As Harry turned to leave, he noticed Lauren was keeping her distance from Fang, as he barked loudly at her, almost snarling.
"FANG!" He swatted the dog on the nose, "sorry about that Lauren, he's usually pretty calm, and usually doesn't make a peep." He said, as the dog calmed down.
They fed Fang and left, heading back into the castle, looking for answers.