Disclaimer: I don't own any Harry Potter characters. Obviously, J.K. Rowling does. Please review.
"Crab! I told you not to eat all my cookies from Narcissa! You dumb old fool! Now you have to go buy me a whole new batch… with interest!" Draco yelled at Crab on his way back from the Great Hall on Christmas Eve.
"Oy! What the hell… Granger, you better watch out where you going next time!" He screamed, annoyed at Hermione, while picking himself up off the floor.
"Draco, maybe you better watch your own two feet instead of yelling at other people!"
"Why'd you call me.."
"Why does it even matter. If you'll excuse me, I have to go wrap presents for tomorrow." She brushed her long, brown silky hair off her shoulders and walked away.
"Why does it even matter. Whatever Granger!" He mimicked. But on the inside, many thoughts were floating through his, believe it or not, packed brain. Why did she call me Draco? They don't call me that. Only Crab or Goyle, or Pansy can call me that. But, maybe she… no Draco stop! That is absolutely the most stupid idea ever! She's a mudblood. You're a pure blood. They just don't associate. But… if only
He managed to push the thought out of his head until he reached his own dormitory. On his bed there sat a little package, neatly wrapped in green and silver paper, Slytherin's paper. He looked for a tag, for some sort of idea as to where it came from, but there was none.
"Hell, why not. It can't be that important if there's no name." But then he saw it. On the bottom of the package, in the smallest letters he had ever seen, there was a message…
Draco,
Your admirer
That's all it said, but it was enough to keep him from opening the gift that night. He would save it till morning. Greedy or not, this package had to be something special.
The whole night, Draco tossed and turned in his big queen bed he had brought from his house because he was too picky for the twin beds.
He wanted, no needed, desperately to know who it was from. Finally, he could wait no longer. He got out of bed and pulled on his robe and slippers. He walked down the stairs to the main dormitory and found his pile. There sat many gifts from his family, because he couldn't visit them this Christmas because they were in Switzerland and wouldn't take him with. Right on top sat the little mysterious package.
He hesitated a little and sat down on a chair. He gently untied the bow on top and pulled the paper off without making a sound. Inside the package sat a little bottle of store brand cologne, obviously the best the person could afford. He lifted the top and a fantastic aroma filled the room. His favorite scent!
But who knew it was his favorite? It couldn't have been any of his friends, because they were all rich and could afford the non store brand cologne. He pondered this for a few more minutes before walking back up the stairs, leaving his present behind him, and falling asleep.
AN: Sorry this is short but I needed to stop there for my next chapter. Ok, at the end of every chapter, there is going to be questions so answer them and please review...
Which Harry Potter character do you most likely relate to?