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A/N: *smirks hugely* Wow, you guys make me smile. Really, you do. Like half of you pointed out something VERY important. Now I am compelled to say that you should all really have learned two things about me: expect the unexpected, and I usually don't do things without a reason. If you don't know what I'm talking about, just ignore and read the chapter, maybe you'll figure it out, lol. I'm not sure I want to know what you guys will think of this chapter, so you'll probably either hate or love me for it. But that's not important really, this is a Chrismukkah (don't EVEN ask) present to all of you for being so awesome! Btw, I'm sorry last chapter wasn't all that funny, and I don't know if this'll be yet, but it'll be nice and long, I hope. Haha, I'm trying to go the whole chapter without doing anything perverted. Not likely to happen, but there's a chance.
Well, here goes.
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By the time I had almost COMPLETELY wasted the entire day, it was almost too late to undo that, but not quite.
Madame Rosmerta had taken back the spoons (she had put on gloves first, never fear) and all but kicked us out when I finally decided to make use of my time. I checked my watch; I had an hour before we were supposed to be back at school.
For every year before that, I had always gotten the first cheap piece of junk I could find for anyone I was obliged to buy a Christmas present for. And as previously said, I didn't really have anyone to get a present for that year. But since I had time and a bit of money, I decided to anyway. There was nothing to lose, really.
Wandering around Hogsmeade, I found the perfect present for my dear Tonksie.
An industrial-sized box of nothing but sugar quills, for use with her new boyfriend that she had told me about in a letter. Haha. (A/N: There went my resolution, I didn't even make it past the first page)
While I was trying to think of something for my mother, it occurred to me that I should simply send her an empty box of condoms. The very thought of knowing that I was, in fact, using them (honestly, she's so WEIRD) would probably be enough of a gift to her.
Sometimes I am shocked at my own brilliance.
So instead I just got her a candle. Somehow she'd survive.
I couldn't really think of anyone else, so to pass the time I strolled into a bookstore. I was debating whether or not it would be a good decision to go into the mature section, when something over in the muggle section caught my eye. And then it hit me.
Hermione.
Well, it was only natural that I should be thinking of her. I was in a bookstore. Who else could that possibly remind me of? Really, that was the only reason.
At least, that's what I tried to tell myself. I'm awfully pathetic, I know.
But anyway, I couldn't help thinking about her. Even though I had almost convinced myself that I really didn't owe her anything, I knew that was a lie. I kind of did. So when I saw something hidden away in a display in the corner of the muggle section, a certain memory came to mind.
It was perfect. More perfect than perfect. Absolute perfection. Nothing could have been better. There was no question in my mind that I simply HAD to get it for her.
Of course, there was always the thought of how mad she'd get at me. But I didn't care. It was so worth it. (A/N: I'm sorry, you guys are sooooo gonna hate me for it when you find out, but I'm not turning back now, hehehe.but you don't think I'm going to tell you and ruin the surprise, do you?)
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I was up half the night trying to conquer the completely impossible are of wrapping. I almost killed myself with the wrapping paper (don't EVEN ask), and I ended up using six rolls of tape. Needless to say, it was a very long night.
So the next morning, I wasn't very happy when I was being shaken awake. "What?" I mumbled into the pillow, unable to move.
"You have to get up." I was too tired to identify the speaker.
"Break, no school," was all I could manage.
"Today's the last day, idiot."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
I suspect that it actually COULD have gone on forever if I had not had the sense to stop, knowing that I would never at that point been able to go back to sleep anyway. I rolled out of bed. "Fine. Go away." I looked up. It was Blaise, that love-struck and hence mindless fool, eternal waker of me.
I don't know if that made sense.
Blaise shrugged and walked away.
Ten minutes later (probably the fastest I had ever gotten ready in my LIFE, not counting that Saturday morning, of course), I was sitting in the back of Zaitzev's class, trying not to fall asleep. I needn't have bothered, however.
When Zaitzev finally stumbled in, it was five minutes after class was supposed to start, and so five minutes that I could have spent sleeping. Zaitzev collapsed at his desk and put his head in his hands. "Why, I must ask, is there school today?"
There was a collective shrug throughout the classroom. I had to take the opportunity to speak up. "Are you drunk?"
He glared at me. "Excuse me, I am hung over, and so no longer drunk. There IS a difference."
"I'm sure. So what do you expect us to do?"
He put his head back in his hands. "I don't really care. I'm not teaching. You guys can do whatever you want, just don't be loud. Or I will make your lives hell."
About half the class once again shrugged, but then turned to each other, talking. The rest of us just sat there, some unsure of what to do, I just drifting off to sleep. Zaitzev sighed. "Are you guys really all that helpless? Really, you need to learn to think for yourselves." And I had NO idea what he was talking about. It was probably the hangover talking. "Like, Malfoy, what would you do if there was no school today?"
I thought for a minute, then shrugged. "Don't know. Burn something. Make someone miserable. Ruin a relationship. Whatever I can think of that might amuse me."
He rolled his eyes. "Fine. You can all do that. Just shut up."
That man really shouldn't have been teaching us. But it was quite a good thing he was.
So, out of sheer boredom, I turned to Hermione. "Hey, Hermione. How's it going?"
She, of course, was reading. "Is there something you want?"
"No, not really. Nothing that you'd actually consent to give me, at least." I smirked. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, I can't really think of any reason you'd be talking to me, considering you already took your test." I sighed. Hermione still really thought I disliked her. And I didn't, really. I couldn't.
Oh well. She could think that. Not my problem.
"So what, Hermione, you don't want to talk to me? Well, you've upset me greatly. Broken my heart, even. What would you say if I was to throw myself off the Astronomy tower out of despair because of that?"
She still didn't look up. "Watch out for the rosebushes."
I had to inwardly grin. Even though I knew she didn't really try to be, she could be quite funny at times.
Suddenly, however, I stopped to actually pay attention to what I was thinking. What was with the sudden warming up to Hermione, of all people? It was so bizarre.
(A/N: If you STILL haven't figured it out, it's probably too late for you, mwa ha)
It wasn't like I liked her or anything. But whatever. "Does Hogwarts even HAVE rosebushes?"
"Most likely. If not, there must be equally potentially lethal plants on the grounds."
"Are rosebushes lethal?"
"Well, they probably can be." Plants seriously confused me. Most especially mistletoe.
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Somehow I lasted through the day, and my final class was Potions. Fortunately it wasn't a double period, so I didn't have to suffer for too much longer.
When Snape swooped in, he growled that we weren't going to start anything new and that instead we had to write an essay on the properties of Love potions, in excruciating detail. If he actually planned on reading them, I didn't know, and didn't exactly feel the need to.
Not feeling like working, I simply carefully reworded a paragraph from my textbook on Love potions and spent the rest of the period waiting for it to be over. However, about five minutes before that happy, moment, Snape stood up and sneered at us all.
He sighed happily. "You know, this has always been my favorite part of all my O.W.L. level classes. You see, since this is the end of the term, I will follow my tradition of giving you reports on your progress. Oh," he added, looking almost directly at Abbott, "and I will request that all suicide attempts be held until at least the end of this period."
I smirked when I got mine. Of course, I had an 'O'. I turned to look at Abbott. She seemed ready to cry (I personally couldn't wait until it started), and was probably going to completely disregard Snape's final comment.
While rather tragic, it was still really not my problem.
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I barely noticed that half the school went home the next day, so it came as something of a surprise to me when I suddenly found it was Christmas Eve.
I hadn't even remembered to send my grand total of three (one more than the last year, at least) Christmas presents, so I *borrowed* a school owl and sent off the sugar quills to my darling cousin.
And those were probably the first present I had ever given that could actually be of some use.
A few days before, I had written a letter back to my mum, answering her questions. I had been at Tonks' house, school was fine, I had just taken my test, and no, give me a few weeks. Hehe. Plus, I told her to send me one of those TV things.
So I should be getting one for Christmas. And she would be getting a candle. Haha, not bad.
I grabbed the next owl I saw, strapped my mother's candle to its leg, and threw it out the window. Sadly, it began to plummet to the ground as soon as I let go of it. I leaned out the window to watch its progress with interest, but it got back into flight before it could hit the ground. I sighed in disappointment and left the Owlery.
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The next morning, I woke up at 7 A.M. God knows what cause me to arise so early on a vacation day, much less a holiday, so I wasn't too happy. To console myself, I turned to my sad, sorry, lonely pile of presents.
I had two. Yet I had SENT three. There was something seriously wrong with that.
I ripped the first one open. Of course, it was a TV thing, as I had previously instructed. There was also yet another letter with it. She hadn't even pretended to like the candle in said letter, so I figured she'd written in several days before. It pretty much said that she'd paid some guy to fix it so I could actually use it in Hogwarts.
That, and it asked me if I had a girlfriend.
Sometimes I find myself wondering what my mother will obsess about when I actually HAVE a girlfriend.
The other one was from Tonks. I read the note first. 'Your mother told me what she was getting you, so I figured you might want this.' I stared. I wasn't sure I wanted to know.
So I just ripped it open. And it was the best present EVER.
There, in front of me, in DVD (now THAT'S true magic, those DVDs) format, was the only movie that I could have seen myself spending the remainder of the year watching.
Titanic. Yeahhhhhh.
Instead of watching it, like I normally would have, I decided to do something productive with my Christmas. So I headed down to the common room and spent most of the day playing poker with Blaise (I still can't quite figure out why I'm repeating myself) and trying to win back my sugar quills.
Of course, I did not succeed.
I hadn't won a single game all day, so it really figured that the first game that I actually COULD have won was never finished, as it happened to coincide with the start of the feast. And since I had forgotten to eat that morning, I didn't want to miss it.
As there weren't many people that hadn't chosen to go home over Christmas, there was only one table in the Great Hall, at which people from all houses were forced to sit at.
Since Potter and the Weasel were seated at one end, I purposely chose the other end. Not a wise choice, as Pansy was in earshot, but it was better than the only other option.
About five minutes after the feast had started, Hermione came in. She came over to me and sat down across from me, glaring at me. I knew I was in trouble. But I didn't care.
She sighed. "'How to Have Sex in the Woods'?"
I nodded. "Yep. You like it? I remember referring you to it long ago, but I tend to think that you never checked it out, so I figured I'd do it for you." I smirked.
Hermione shook her head and rolled her eyes, but I swore I could see a slight smile on her face. "Only you, Malfoy. I can't believe you."
"Can't you?"
She thought about this. "On second thought, I think I can."
"But hey, at least I THOUGHT about you. Isn't it supposed to be the thought that counts?"
"Yes, most of the time. But in your case, no."
"Okay then."
Dinner itself was actually rather uneventful. I recall spending most of the meal staring at the entrance to the Great Hall, wondering about mistletoe. Again.
It wasn't until dinner was almost over that it occurred to me I should simply experiment with it. Well, that's at least what I repeatedly told myself that I was doing, though I didn't really believe it.
The professors, for some reason, left the Great Hall before all the students. Everyone knew none of them trusted any of us for a second, so it was clearly unknown why they had chosen to do this. Nevertheless, they did.
So all the more reason.
When everyone was finally sick of each other (and most likely eager to get back to their dorms for some extra special end of Christmas fun), most of the students started shuffling out of the Great Hall.
I sat at the table, watching everyone leave, as I drank my coffee. I was having a silent debate with myself over whether I should do it or not when I finally noticed that Hermione was almost out of the Great Hall.
So it was pretty much my chance. It was actually more of a spur of the moment thing, but that's not really all that important.
I went after her and grabbed her wrist before she went through the door. "Hey Hermione."
She turned around to look at me. "What?"
I gestured to the door, grinning. "You know there's mistletoe there, right?"
She nodded slowly, as if she didn't actually know what I was suggesting. And I had always thought she was supposed to be the smart one. "Um, yes."
I smirked and pulled her toward me, then finally kissed her.
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A/N: Well.
Don't even tell me you guys couldn't see that one coming. I actually kind of feel like I might have rushed it. I didn't, did I? Oh well, that's the way it is, as if you couldn't see him warming up to her throughout the last few chapters. That's really all I can say. But now moving on.
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Redundant Goddess: Yeppers, the mistletoe was certainly leaning toward a theme, as was explained in this chapter. Hehe, hope you like. PIES! (with mistletoe.yes, poisonous mistletoe pies, yum)
RikuNghts: Veeeeeeeeeery bad game, just ask me. Actually don't, I don't wanna talk about it. Hehe, I of course continued the mistletoe thing into this chapter, as was planned.
kiwi36: Well, Draco did indeed get Hermione a Christmas gift. I doubt it's exactly what you are expecting, but hey, he IS still Draco.
In Dreams: Hmm.maybe Draco should have stopped JUSTIN from walking through the mistletoe at the end of this chapter! *laughs hysterically* Okay, no. And it led somewhere, so there you go. And you're right, Zev does seem the type to elope. You guys can elope to like Estonia or something.O.o eh heh don't ask.
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A/N: *smirks hugely* Wow, you guys make me smile. Really, you do. Like half of you pointed out something VERY important. Now I am compelled to say that you should all really have learned two things about me: expect the unexpected, and I usually don't do things without a reason. If you don't know what I'm talking about, just ignore and read the chapter, maybe you'll figure it out, lol. I'm not sure I want to know what you guys will think of this chapter, so you'll probably either hate or love me for it. But that's not important really, this is a Chrismukkah (don't EVEN ask) present to all of you for being so awesome! Btw, I'm sorry last chapter wasn't all that funny, and I don't know if this'll be yet, but it'll be nice and long, I hope. Haha, I'm trying to go the whole chapter without doing anything perverted. Not likely to happen, but there's a chance.
Well, here goes.
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By the time I had almost COMPLETELY wasted the entire day, it was almost too late to undo that, but not quite.
Madame Rosmerta had taken back the spoons (she had put on gloves first, never fear) and all but kicked us out when I finally decided to make use of my time. I checked my watch; I had an hour before we were supposed to be back at school.
For every year before that, I had always gotten the first cheap piece of junk I could find for anyone I was obliged to buy a Christmas present for. And as previously said, I didn't really have anyone to get a present for that year. But since I had time and a bit of money, I decided to anyway. There was nothing to lose, really.
Wandering around Hogsmeade, I found the perfect present for my dear Tonksie.
An industrial-sized box of nothing but sugar quills, for use with her new boyfriend that she had told me about in a letter. Haha. (A/N: There went my resolution, I didn't even make it past the first page)
While I was trying to think of something for my mother, it occurred to me that I should simply send her an empty box of condoms. The very thought of knowing that I was, in fact, using them (honestly, she's so WEIRD) would probably be enough of a gift to her.
Sometimes I am shocked at my own brilliance.
So instead I just got her a candle. Somehow she'd survive.
I couldn't really think of anyone else, so to pass the time I strolled into a bookstore. I was debating whether or not it would be a good decision to go into the mature section, when something over in the muggle section caught my eye. And then it hit me.
Hermione.
Well, it was only natural that I should be thinking of her. I was in a bookstore. Who else could that possibly remind me of? Really, that was the only reason.
At least, that's what I tried to tell myself. I'm awfully pathetic, I know.
But anyway, I couldn't help thinking about her. Even though I had almost convinced myself that I really didn't owe her anything, I knew that was a lie. I kind of did. So when I saw something hidden away in a display in the corner of the muggle section, a certain memory came to mind.
It was perfect. More perfect than perfect. Absolute perfection. Nothing could have been better. There was no question in my mind that I simply HAD to get it for her.
Of course, there was always the thought of how mad she'd get at me. But I didn't care. It was so worth it. (A/N: I'm sorry, you guys are sooooo gonna hate me for it when you find out, but I'm not turning back now, hehehe.but you don't think I'm going to tell you and ruin the surprise, do you?)
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I was up half the night trying to conquer the completely impossible are of wrapping. I almost killed myself with the wrapping paper (don't EVEN ask), and I ended up using six rolls of tape. Needless to say, it was a very long night.
So the next morning, I wasn't very happy when I was being shaken awake. "What?" I mumbled into the pillow, unable to move.
"You have to get up." I was too tired to identify the speaker.
"Break, no school," was all I could manage.
"Today's the last day, idiot."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
I suspect that it actually COULD have gone on forever if I had not had the sense to stop, knowing that I would never at that point been able to go back to sleep anyway. I rolled out of bed. "Fine. Go away." I looked up. It was Blaise, that love-struck and hence mindless fool, eternal waker of me.
I don't know if that made sense.
Blaise shrugged and walked away.
Ten minutes later (probably the fastest I had ever gotten ready in my LIFE, not counting that Saturday morning, of course), I was sitting in the back of Zaitzev's class, trying not to fall asleep. I needn't have bothered, however.
When Zaitzev finally stumbled in, it was five minutes after class was supposed to start, and so five minutes that I could have spent sleeping. Zaitzev collapsed at his desk and put his head in his hands. "Why, I must ask, is there school today?"
There was a collective shrug throughout the classroom. I had to take the opportunity to speak up. "Are you drunk?"
He glared at me. "Excuse me, I am hung over, and so no longer drunk. There IS a difference."
"I'm sure. So what do you expect us to do?"
He put his head back in his hands. "I don't really care. I'm not teaching. You guys can do whatever you want, just don't be loud. Or I will make your lives hell."
About half the class once again shrugged, but then turned to each other, talking. The rest of us just sat there, some unsure of what to do, I just drifting off to sleep. Zaitzev sighed. "Are you guys really all that helpless? Really, you need to learn to think for yourselves." And I had NO idea what he was talking about. It was probably the hangover talking. "Like, Malfoy, what would you do if there was no school today?"
I thought for a minute, then shrugged. "Don't know. Burn something. Make someone miserable. Ruin a relationship. Whatever I can think of that might amuse me."
He rolled his eyes. "Fine. You can all do that. Just shut up."
That man really shouldn't have been teaching us. But it was quite a good thing he was.
So, out of sheer boredom, I turned to Hermione. "Hey, Hermione. How's it going?"
She, of course, was reading. "Is there something you want?"
"No, not really. Nothing that you'd actually consent to give me, at least." I smirked. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, I can't really think of any reason you'd be talking to me, considering you already took your test." I sighed. Hermione still really thought I disliked her. And I didn't, really. I couldn't.
Oh well. She could think that. Not my problem.
"So what, Hermione, you don't want to talk to me? Well, you've upset me greatly. Broken my heart, even. What would you say if I was to throw myself off the Astronomy tower out of despair because of that?"
She still didn't look up. "Watch out for the rosebushes."
I had to inwardly grin. Even though I knew she didn't really try to be, she could be quite funny at times.
Suddenly, however, I stopped to actually pay attention to what I was thinking. What was with the sudden warming up to Hermione, of all people? It was so bizarre.
(A/N: If you STILL haven't figured it out, it's probably too late for you, mwa ha)
It wasn't like I liked her or anything. But whatever. "Does Hogwarts even HAVE rosebushes?"
"Most likely. If not, there must be equally potentially lethal plants on the grounds."
"Are rosebushes lethal?"
"Well, they probably can be." Plants seriously confused me. Most especially mistletoe.
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Somehow I lasted through the day, and my final class was Potions. Fortunately it wasn't a double period, so I didn't have to suffer for too much longer.
When Snape swooped in, he growled that we weren't going to start anything new and that instead we had to write an essay on the properties of Love potions, in excruciating detail. If he actually planned on reading them, I didn't know, and didn't exactly feel the need to.
Not feeling like working, I simply carefully reworded a paragraph from my textbook on Love potions and spent the rest of the period waiting for it to be over. However, about five minutes before that happy, moment, Snape stood up and sneered at us all.
He sighed happily. "You know, this has always been my favorite part of all my O.W.L. level classes. You see, since this is the end of the term, I will follow my tradition of giving you reports on your progress. Oh," he added, looking almost directly at Abbott, "and I will request that all suicide attempts be held until at least the end of this period."
I smirked when I got mine. Of course, I had an 'O'. I turned to look at Abbott. She seemed ready to cry (I personally couldn't wait until it started), and was probably going to completely disregard Snape's final comment.
While rather tragic, it was still really not my problem.
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I barely noticed that half the school went home the next day, so it came as something of a surprise to me when I suddenly found it was Christmas Eve.
I hadn't even remembered to send my grand total of three (one more than the last year, at least) Christmas presents, so I *borrowed* a school owl and sent off the sugar quills to my darling cousin.
And those were probably the first present I had ever given that could actually be of some use.
A few days before, I had written a letter back to my mum, answering her questions. I had been at Tonks' house, school was fine, I had just taken my test, and no, give me a few weeks. Hehe. Plus, I told her to send me one of those TV things.
So I should be getting one for Christmas. And she would be getting a candle. Haha, not bad.
I grabbed the next owl I saw, strapped my mother's candle to its leg, and threw it out the window. Sadly, it began to plummet to the ground as soon as I let go of it. I leaned out the window to watch its progress with interest, but it got back into flight before it could hit the ground. I sighed in disappointment and left the Owlery.
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The next morning, I woke up at 7 A.M. God knows what cause me to arise so early on a vacation day, much less a holiday, so I wasn't too happy. To console myself, I turned to my sad, sorry, lonely pile of presents.
I had two. Yet I had SENT three. There was something seriously wrong with that.
I ripped the first one open. Of course, it was a TV thing, as I had previously instructed. There was also yet another letter with it. She hadn't even pretended to like the candle in said letter, so I figured she'd written in several days before. It pretty much said that she'd paid some guy to fix it so I could actually use it in Hogwarts.
That, and it asked me if I had a girlfriend.
Sometimes I find myself wondering what my mother will obsess about when I actually HAVE a girlfriend.
The other one was from Tonks. I read the note first. 'Your mother told me what she was getting you, so I figured you might want this.' I stared. I wasn't sure I wanted to know.
So I just ripped it open. And it was the best present EVER.
There, in front of me, in DVD (now THAT'S true magic, those DVDs) format, was the only movie that I could have seen myself spending the remainder of the year watching.
Titanic. Yeahhhhhh.
Instead of watching it, like I normally would have, I decided to do something productive with my Christmas. So I headed down to the common room and spent most of the day playing poker with Blaise (I still can't quite figure out why I'm repeating myself) and trying to win back my sugar quills.
Of course, I did not succeed.
I hadn't won a single game all day, so it really figured that the first game that I actually COULD have won was never finished, as it happened to coincide with the start of the feast. And since I had forgotten to eat that morning, I didn't want to miss it.
As there weren't many people that hadn't chosen to go home over Christmas, there was only one table in the Great Hall, at which people from all houses were forced to sit at.
Since Potter and the Weasel were seated at one end, I purposely chose the other end. Not a wise choice, as Pansy was in earshot, but it was better than the only other option.
About five minutes after the feast had started, Hermione came in. She came over to me and sat down across from me, glaring at me. I knew I was in trouble. But I didn't care.
She sighed. "'How to Have Sex in the Woods'?"
I nodded. "Yep. You like it? I remember referring you to it long ago, but I tend to think that you never checked it out, so I figured I'd do it for you." I smirked.
Hermione shook her head and rolled her eyes, but I swore I could see a slight smile on her face. "Only you, Malfoy. I can't believe you."
"Can't you?"
She thought about this. "On second thought, I think I can."
"But hey, at least I THOUGHT about you. Isn't it supposed to be the thought that counts?"
"Yes, most of the time. But in your case, no."
"Okay then."
Dinner itself was actually rather uneventful. I recall spending most of the meal staring at the entrance to the Great Hall, wondering about mistletoe. Again.
It wasn't until dinner was almost over that it occurred to me I should simply experiment with it. Well, that's at least what I repeatedly told myself that I was doing, though I didn't really believe it.
The professors, for some reason, left the Great Hall before all the students. Everyone knew none of them trusted any of us for a second, so it was clearly unknown why they had chosen to do this. Nevertheless, they did.
So all the more reason.
When everyone was finally sick of each other (and most likely eager to get back to their dorms for some extra special end of Christmas fun), most of the students started shuffling out of the Great Hall.
I sat at the table, watching everyone leave, as I drank my coffee. I was having a silent debate with myself over whether I should do it or not when I finally noticed that Hermione was almost out of the Great Hall.
So it was pretty much my chance. It was actually more of a spur of the moment thing, but that's not really all that important.
I went after her and grabbed her wrist before she went through the door. "Hey Hermione."
She turned around to look at me. "What?"
I gestured to the door, grinning. "You know there's mistletoe there, right?"
She nodded slowly, as if she didn't actually know what I was suggesting. And I had always thought she was supposed to be the smart one. "Um, yes."
I smirked and pulled her toward me, then finally kissed her.
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A/N: Well.
Don't even tell me you guys couldn't see that one coming. I actually kind of feel like I might have rushed it. I didn't, did I? Oh well, that's the way it is, as if you couldn't see him warming up to her throughout the last few chapters. That's really all I can say. But now moving on.
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Redundant Goddess: Yeppers, the mistletoe was certainly leaning toward a theme, as was explained in this chapter. Hehe, hope you like. PIES! (with mistletoe.yes, poisonous mistletoe pies, yum)
RikuNghts: Veeeeeeeeeery bad game, just ask me. Actually don't, I don't wanna talk about it. Hehe, I of course continued the mistletoe thing into this chapter, as was planned.
kiwi36: Well, Draco did indeed get Hermione a Christmas gift. I doubt it's exactly what you are expecting, but hey, he IS still Draco.
In Dreams: Hmm.maybe Draco should have stopped JUSTIN from walking through the mistletoe at the end of this chapter! *laughs hysterically* Okay, no. And it led somewhere, so there you go. And you're right, Zev does seem the type to elope. You guys can elope to like Estonia or something.O.o eh heh don't ask.
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