Chapter Twenty Extra: Merry Christmas
I tried a different approach to writing the chapter that failed miserably. I usually write my plan in short generalizedsentences then come back to it later and write, attampting to keep to my plan but sometimes going off on a tangeant. When I had written my plan for chaptet twenty, I wanted to write the christmas scene so much thatI skipped ahead and wrote it first. Naturally, when I wrote the rest of the chapter it didn't fit in anywhere, so sadly, I had to cut it.
"Why were you talking about jewellery?"
"Ron wanted advice on what to get Hermione for Christmas."
"…Christmas? That's ages away, isn't it?"
"It's on Saturday Tori."
"Oh fu- uh, funny how it creeps up on you, isn't it?"
"You forgot again, didn't you?"
"Of course not!"
"Maybe I should get my sneakoscope and double check."
"Alright, I forgot. But there's still time to get presents, right?"
...Goes shopping in Hogsmeade...
"Merry Christmas." Draco said as he handed Victoria a silver box tied with shimmering green ribbon.
"Oh! Thanks…" she slid the ribbon off and opened the box.
Inside on dark green velvet lay a silver necklace, shaped like a snake. Two minute green emeralds were embedded in the face for eyes and scales were carved the entire length of the body.
"Wow…" She whispered.
"Try it on." Draco lifted the silver serpent out of the box and slid it around her neck before stepping back.
A smirk crept onto his face. "You actually look like a Slytherin for once."
"Great, because you know that's just the look I was going for." She replied, her voice dripping in sarcasm.
"My apologies, perhaps I should have got you a red and gold choker instead?" he suggested satirically, closing in.
She was about to reply when he swept her hair to the side and nibbled her neck.
"So what did you get me?" he asked between bites.
Victoria's blood went ice-cold. "Get you…?"
His head snapped up and his piercing grey eyes locked with hers. "It's a two-way system, Potter. Give and receive. Were you never taught this, or doesn't your budget cover boyfriends?"
"B-boyfriends?" she repeated, startled by this term.
'Boyfriend? That sounds so… official. Are we official? Are we actually together? Does he actually think so?'
"You mean you think you and I are…" she couldn't finish the sentence.
"Together? A couple? Lovers?" He suggested slowly, the last word rolling off his tongue to linger in the air.
"You… we… lovers?" she faltered.
'LOVERS? Does that mean he LOVES me?'
"You… love me?" she asked tentatively, afraid of the answer.
"Yes. I thought you understood this. Or did you think I just put up with you because you're a good kisser?" he said sarcastically.
"I… uh… I never really thought about it…" she muttered to her feet.
'He loves me? LOVES ME? But, he's Malfoy for gods sakes! He can't love ME! I'm a Potter! I'm, I'm… I'm in really deep shit here. A huge, steaming pile of excrement. I… I don't love him! …Do I?'
She lifted her head and looked at him properly.
He stared steadily at her, his eyes pale and emotionless.
"I… I'm sorry, I have to go think about this…" she said softly, sliding out of his grasp and slinking away, tail between her legs.
"Merry Christmas indeed." She whispered sadly.
Once again the whole issue of the strange relationship Draco and Victoria have is brought up and I tackle it in a less than graceful fashion. I think Victoria still doesn't accept the relationship fully in her mind, and I just can't change that about her character at the moment. Afterall, if she accepts that, then where would all the sarcastic remarks go?
Plus I have a strange obsession with not letting people get a proper grasp on what time of year it is, and Christmas is like a large map that says "YOU ARE HERE." SoIcut it.