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The Twelve Days of Christmas: Hogwarts Style
Chapter Two: Two Turtledoves
Draco
I can honestly say I didn't expect her to actually fall for it. She's supposed to be the smartest witch in our year, right? Well, appearently not. The moment Apolo returned from the Whomping Willow, I laughed till I cried. Well, not really, that's just a figure of speach.
Draco Malfoy does not cry, at least not now.
And I must say, that whole Owl in a Whomping Willow thing was a stroke of genious on my part. Though I can't take all the credit, really. Hermione was a huge help. I mean, I never would have thought of using the Twelve Days of Christmas in a prank, let alone a romantic type joke.
Who woulda thought little Miss Granger was a Romantic? Certainly not me, she doesn't seem the type. Of course, I always figured she was in love with her books.
I personally can't wait to see her reaction today, I wonder what she'll do. I've already been punched in the face, turned into a ferrit and bounced around the Great Hall, and basically been made a fool of on more then one occation. How is she planning on toping all of those?
Or maybe she wont do anything, for the sake of 'Christmas'.
I supress the urge to roll my eyes. Christmas is over rated, and I personally think the Twelve Days of Christmas is completely bogus. And what, may I ask, is with all the birds.
You do realise that half that stupid poem is about birds? "A Partrige in a Pear Tree. Two Turtle Doves", French hens, calling birds, swans, geese. You name it it's in the song.
And who decided it would be twelve days anyway? Why not just start on the first of December? Doesn't starting on the 13 make anyone feel a bit...odd? After all, 13 is the unluckiest number in the history of numbers, and this couple is basing their relationship on that? Call me stupid, but I just don't get it.
If you ask me, Christmas is more depressing then cheerful. All the snow makes everything cold and colorless, and the trees are all bare, except for the pine trees who's needles are green basically all year round. And did you notice that I did not say leaves, because pine trees don't have leaves. They have needles. Needles! And people decorate them like cakes.
And don't even get me started on the whole Santa Clause thing.
All in all, Christmas stinks. And I'm stuck in stupid Hogwarts for it. Not that going home would be much better, actually I think it was a rather good thing my parents decided to go on a trip to some paradice island for Christmas. It means I won't have to deal with them. At least until summer, when I will have to return.
Sometimes I'm surprised they even bother coming to pick me up from the express. It makes me wonder, ocasionally, what would happen if they didn't come to get me. Would I go back to Hogwarts? Would some teacher take me home? Or would I, perhaps, be stranded at the train station until someone finally bothered to take the time out of their busy scheduals to remember they had a son who was supposed to be home close to a week before.
I shake myself from those unpleasant thoughts. Really, I'm not usually so depressed, just around Christmas time. I think it's the fact that everyone else is always so unbelievably cheerful. It makes me want to wrap my hands around their necks and squeeze, hard.
Either that or pound some sence into them. Christmas is not all it's cracked up to be.
So, to keep myself entertained over the winter break, I end up picking fights with Potty and the Weasel. If Granger's there, all the better. Though I can usually find her in the library if I get bored and want somoene to pick on.
Really, she's fun to tease. She gets so angry. Her eyes flash, and her cheeks flush with her anger. She's not very tall, doesn't even reach my shoulders, and yet she seems so much more formidable when angry. Otherwise she's just a pretty little bookworm.
Don't look so shocked, it's not like I committed a crime, it'd be more wrong not to admit Granger was cute. I am a guy, after all, and one very in tuned to the girls. It would basically be a sin not to notice how attractive the bookworm is. I seriously don't see how Potter and Weasley don't seem to notice.
One day they will, and I plan to be around that day, because I'm sure it will not be pretty. I can see it now, Hermione falls in love with some guy and ends up getting married, only then do her two best friends realise what they missed out on, and see that they actually had feelings for her. Feelings that they have to keep secret in order to retain her friendship, and her happyness (since she loves that guy so much).
It would be hilarious! And of course, I'd find some way to torture them about it. But that wont be happening for a long long time (if I am calculating correctly), so I don't have to worry about it yet.
Actually I don't think any one of them (Granger included) realise that she's actually rather cute, and that most of the male population in Hogwarts knows that. They just don't want to try anything because she's best friends with Harry Potter, the oh-so-popular boy-who-lived.
Gag me!
Breakfast and lunch were rather uneventful. Potter and Weasley were there, but Granger didn't show. She was probably in the library all morning researching something or other, and forgot what time it was.
It's probably not the first time she's done something like that. Now, if I were a gentleman, I'd sneak something off the table and take it to her...but I don't really feel like being a gentleman at the moment, not that she'd trust me enough to eat anything I gave her anyway.
I do feel like paying her a visit though, I really had expected her to approach me by now.
Well, if she's not going to come to me and let me torment her, then I'll just have to go to her.
She wasn't in the library.
I know, what a shocker. I was floored...well, not really, but you get the picture.
I've been thinking about it for the past three hours, and I can come up with only one reasonable explanation for her prolonged absence. Hermione Granger is avoiding me.
And nothing could taste sweeter. She has basically declaired that I win, she didn't even put up a fight. Not so much as one rude remark thrown my way. Instead she completely avoids me, and I must admit, she's rather good at it.
Every time I thought I saw her in front of me, I'd speed up, but she'd round a corner and when I'd get there, there would be no sign of her. I think she knows a few secret passages. It would make sence, smart as she is, that coupled with Ron's older brothers (Fred and George) it's no wonder she knows a few secret passages.
I saw her for a few minutes at dinner, but she left shortly after my arrival. I haven't seen her sence.
Oh, well, I'll just have to enjoy my victory, and resign myself to delaying my torture. She can't hide forever, you know.
I slip passed a group of Slytherin girls standing at the entrance to the boy's dormatory stairs, hoping to distract me. It doesn't work and I push passed them to decend towards my dorm.
You'd think that living in a dungeon would be a little odd, but it's not. Candles line the walls, giving the rooms a mysterious, mideval feel. All the furniture is green with silver embroidery (really what else would a Slytheren have?)
As I enter my bedroom I slip off my school robes and leave them hanging on the back of a chair, one of the house elves will take care of it tonight. As I'm taking off my shirt I move towards my bed. I toss the shirt over my shoulder (it lands somewhere close to the chair), and my eyes pass casually over my bed. I do a double take.
What is that? I think, staring at the silver box seated on my bed, two round green balls float above the box attatched to it by strings that appear to keep the balls from moving very far.
I have never seen anything quite like this in my life, and I'm curious as to what is in the box. I approach my bed and pic up the box. There was a small piece of parchment taped to the box.
Marry Christmas; was written on it in blood red ink.
I stare at what I now identafy as a present, in shock. Someone sent me a present?
I find this hard to believe, but who am I to complain? I reach out to lift the lid off, but a 'hiss' distracts me. Two live green cobras fall into my lap. Someone had charmed those two ball things to turn into snakes! I jump up, knocking the snakes to the floor, and kick them away, swearing loudly.
As the snakes disappear under Zabini's bed I give the gift a discusted look, but lift the lid anyway.
Contrary to your beliefs, the world doesn't revolve around you. I hope you liked your Christmas present, because I doubt you'll be getting many more.
Hermione Granger.
Why that insulent little girl. I would just have to show her who's boss, wouldn't I?
I toss the box down and begin my devious planning. Tomorrow I would have quite a surprise for little Miss Granger.
On the second day of Christmas my true love sent to me, two turtledoves.
Can anyone tell me what those two green 'balls' were? If no one guesses it, I'll just tell you in the next chapter (which is tomorrow). Anyway, thanks to everyone who reviewed my last chapter, I love you all! Now, don't forget to review this chapter, and remember, I do take constructive critisizm (sp-I suspect there will be many complaints about this chapter) and please, if you have any ideas for this story, please tell me!
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