Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter Universe.
A/n: This was honestly way to fun to write. So fun, I'm not sure if it's illegal. R&R Enjoy.
Hermione made her way up to her bedroom. It was decorated with pictures of Harry, Ron and her. Her favorite picture with them was at Hogmeade. They had just come out of the Three Broomsticks and were having a snow fight. Ron got hit between the eyes by Harry. She smiled as it kept repeating over and over again. Hermione went to her trunk and took out a new picture. It wasa pictureof Draco smirking (very sexily by the way) and winking at her. Also she took out the diary Draco had given her. She tried to open it for the millionth time but it wouldn't budge. Hermione moaned in exasperation. She took out a bit of parchment and began to write.
She rolled it up and attached it to Geniseve's leg. She gave her a treat and said "Draco Malfoy, Hogwarts"
X
Draco walked in soaking wet. He had been flying when it had started to rain. He didn't know what was stranger that it was raining during the winter when it should be snowing, or the lethal looking cloud that was lurking over a part of the forbidden forest.
He remembered it was a day like this when he bumped into Hermione in the bathroom. Draco rubbed the scar on his eyebrow. He went into his room and saw a familiar owl pecking at the window. He let it in and gave it a treat. He untied the note, sat on his bed and began to read.
Dear Draco,
How are you so far? I do hope you're okay. Wrecking havoc and mayhem where ever you go I suppose? Just make sure Hogwarts is still in tact when we return. I'd like to thank you for the gift. It's absolutely beautiful. Too bad I can't open it. I've tried almost all of the unlocking spells I know, and it still won't open. Must be amusing for you, but hell for me. Draco smiled. It did amuse him. However, I guess it is the thought that counts.
My parents are having this dinner party in two days, most of my relatives are coming. And guess what? You're invited! Okay, I know before you say no, think about it. It'll be fun, and you won't be cooped up in that castle doing Merlin knows what. There is no problem with transportation because I'm now hooked up to the Floo Network. My address is 74 Rocher Ave, Lancashire Great Britain. Do reply soon. Happy Christmas.
Hermione"I'll go when trees and monkeys sprout out of my ass and start slinging crap each other," he said bitterly to himself. Then he headed for the shower.
Fifteen minutes later Draco came out of the showers and looked outside. It seemed deserted. He liked his solitude, but this was getting creepy. He took a roll of parchment and began to write.
X
"So, who did you invite to come tomorrow?" asked Hermione's mother.
"Oh, just a few friends," replied Hermione "Pass the salt please,"
Hermione's dad passed the salt. "Oh, like who?" asked her father.
"You know, Ron, Harry…Draco," she coughed.
"Draco?" her mother asked, "And who's he?"
Hermione blushed and played with her pot roast.
"Must be pretty important, if he makes you blush," her father teased.
"I don't even know if he's coming, he hasn't returned my letter," Hermione said.
"Until now," replied her father pointing to the window with his fork.
Hermione turned around and saw an angry looking eagle owl pecking at the window. She opened it began to peck at her viciously. She quickly gave it a treat and shoved it out the window.
"Bloody bird," she said to her self. She opened it and it read:
Hermione,
About Harper, he was trained to do that to muggle-borns. I knew you'd like your gift. The reason why you can't open there is a second part to it. I'm surprised you didn't figure that out for yourself, Ms. Know-It-All. Anyways, about me going to that dinner, I'll go because of sheer boredom. Don't get your hopes up. There is absolutely nothing here. Pity really. Wrecking havoc and mayhem? Ha, I wish. So, I'll see you in two days.
Happy Christmas,
Draco
Hermione smiled and looked up at her parents. "He's coming,"
X
Green flame spontaneously burst in the Granger's fireplace. In place of the green fire was a six foot two fiery-red headed man and a messy black haired man.
"Harry! Ron!" Hermione shouted running hugging them both.
"Hey Hermione," replied Harry.
"Happy Christmas and a Happy New Year 'Mione," greeted Ron. Just then Mrs. and Mr. Granger walked into the kitchen.
"Harry and Ron, such a pleasure to see you again," welcomed Mr. Granger.
"Pleasure to be here," Harry replied.
"Everyone's in the living room," said Mrs. Granger. Harry and Ron nodded and left for the living room, Hermione followed.
"Bloody hell, what's that?" Ron asked pointing to the black box with moving pictures.
"That's the television, Ron," answered Harry.
"Wicked…" replied Ron. Hermione shook her head and laughed. She saw a green light in the kitchen and knew who it was. She walked to the kitchen.
"Draco!" she shouted with a smile when she saw the blonde haired boy in the fireplace brushing the soot from his clothing. Then she heard two voices behind her.
"MALFOY!" shouted Ron.
"MALFOY?" shouted Harry.
"Hi, we're Hermione's parents, you must be Draco," said Hermione's dad shaking his hand.
(A/N: I thought of ending it here, but it would be too short, and a bit cruel)
"Mr. Granger, Mrs. Granger," Draco replied shaking their hands.
If the Voldemort could see me now… The ole fart would have a stroke…Draco gave Hermione a quick peck on the cheek, looked up and saw Harry and Ron's faces contorted with confusion, anger, surprise and maybe even a bit of gas.
"Pothead, Weaselbee," Draco nodded nonchalantly.
Hermione turned around and laughed nervously. "Happy Christmas guys," She then turned around to Draco and glared and dragged him into the bathroom.
"I want you to behave," she said seriously.
"Wanted a quick shag before we meet the rest of the family, I see," Draco drawled seeming to ignore what she just said.
She rolled her eyes. "I'm serious!"
"I will if they do," he said calmly.
"Draco..." she warned.
"Fine," he pouted "Bossyboots…"
"What did you just call me?"
"Bossyboots," he said calmly.
"Don't call me that!" she said crossing her arms.
"Bossyboots," he said getting closer to her, "Boosyboots," he teased, poking her on the shoulder, "Boosyboots," he said innocently kissing her.
She looked at him and a smile came on her face. "You are so retarded," she said starting to open the door.
"I'm your favorite retarded person aren't I?"
When she opened the door, she heard an 'ouch' and knew exactly what was going on.
"Harry, Ron were you eavesdropping?" she said slightly smiling.
"No…" lied Harry not looking at her face.
"You guys are disgusting," Ron muttered.
X
Hermione's uncles, cousins, friends (even though no one but Harry and her relativesknew what was going on) and dad were completely engulfed in watching football, while her aunts, cousins, and mom were cooking dinner. She was taking care of her little cousins, nieces and nephews.
"Aunt Mia!" said Zachary "I wanna watch that!" pointing to the TV guide, which had "The Year without a Santa Claus,"
"Mia?" Harry asked.
"Oh, well they can't say Hermione, so it was first Mione, but can't say that either, so it evolved to 'My-E', then just Mia,"
"Interesting," mumbled Ron.
"When commercials come okay?"
"Fine!" Zach pouted. Then a commercial came on about 'oxyclean'.
"Well, just your luck, it's commercials," Hermione took the remote and changed it to the channel. It was the part where the Snow Miser was singing.
"Ooh!" shouted Hermione.
Draco, Harry and Ron looked at her like she had two heads.
She began to sing.
"I'm Mister White Christmas, I'm Mister Snow.
I'm Mister Icicle, I'm Mister Ten Below.
Friends call me Snow Miser, What ever I touch, Turns to snow in my clutch--I'm too much!"
"She's gone mental, Hermione has," Ron said as he elbowed Harry. Harry nodded.
"He's Mister White Christmas, He's Mister Snow
That's right!
He's Mister Icicle, He's Mister Ten Below.
Friends call me Snow Miser, What ever I touch Turns to snow in my clutch.
He's too much!
I never want to see a day that's over forty degrees. I'd rather have it thirty, twenty, ten, five and let it freeeeEEEEEEeeze!" sang Hermione.
Draco had never known Hermione to be like that. Back in his Hermione-hating days he had always thought of her as an ice-queen. But seeing her like this was a new experience, it was like she was drunk, that or snorting paint remover. However, it was cute.
Hermione finished and looked around. She saw the weird looks she was getting. "What?"
"And I'm retarded?" said Draco.
"Dinner!" he heard Mrs. Granger say.
X
Who knew muggles cooked so well? His mother never cooked, but who needs to when you've got enough house elves to feed a starving third world country?
Hermione was surprised. No cursing, no hexing, to stabbing, no biting. Everything was going by perfectly. Harry, Ron and Draco had even taken part in their boring (to Hermione anyways) conversation about Quidditch.
"It's time for Christmas songs!" Draco heard one of Hermione's aunts shout. He saw Hermione's face light up.
"Okay, every one to the piano!" shouted Leah. He remembered her name because she offered him a beer called Hine-E-Kin.
"All right every one, we'll be listening to a song sang by Hermione!" her mother introduced. Harry, Ron and Draco's eyes grew round. Hermione stood in front of the Christmas tree wearing those Santa Claus hats and a red dress that was much shorter than what she would usually wear. She nodded at Leah who was playing the piano began to sing.
"Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me
I've been an awful good girl
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa baby, an out-of-space convertible too, light blue
I'll wait up for you dear
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Think of all the fun I've missed
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed
Next year I could be oh so good
If you'd check off my Christmas list
Boo doo bee doo
She was almost singing it… seductively.
Santa honey, I wanna yacht and really that's
Not a lot
I've been an angel all year
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa cutie, there's one thing I really do need, the deed
Hermione was looking directly at Draco now.
To a platinum mine
Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa baby, I'm filling my stocking with a duplex, and checks
Sign your 'X' on the line
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Come and trim my Christmas tree
With some decorations bought at Tiffany's
I really do believe in you
Let's see if you believe in me
Boo doo bee doo
Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring
I don't mean a phone
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry down the chimney tonight,"
Everyone clapped. Draco glupped.
A/n: Hehe… Merry Christmas indeed. R&R