Sorry I took so long to update (although I did not take longer then a day, as it isn't even 9:00 here...anyway, everyone should seriously thank Honey Bunny because she agreed to help me in being my beta reader...don't you think that ears an applause? Well, anywho, I hope you enjoy! Oh, and I'm sorry if this chapter seems shorter then the others, I was having problems writing it and this is just how it turned out.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or The Twelve Days of Christmas


The Twelve Days of Christmas: Hogwarts Style

Chapter 3: Three Slimy Frogs

Hermione

I feel a hand on my shoulder and jump about a mile high; turning to stare wide eyed at my offender. But it's only Ron, and he's looking back at me with a confused and slightly worried expression. "Oh, it's you." I say in relief.

As you can probably tell, I'm a little on edge today. You can't blame me, really. You'd be scared spit-less too if you'd just played a really rotten prank on a Malfoy. I can only guess what he's going to do to me, and yes, he will retaliate. This is Draco Malfoy we're speaking of. It would be completely out of character if he didn't prank me back.

It's times like these that I wish Fred and George were still here. They'd be able to back me, no problem. They might even think of it as a fun game. But it's not really a game, and I don't even know why I sent that stupid present. He's sure to be furious!

Just to let you know, I have lived a very full life, even if it has been a bit short. Would you mind putting on my gravestone that I love my parents dearly, and wish my friends luck in their life. Oh, and tell Harry to be careful around Voldemort. I really don't want to be seeing him in heaven before he's 70, at least!

Maybe I'll even begin my will right now, yes, that would be understandable. I'll be gone in a few short hours, anyways.

Last night I was so exuberant, the adrenaline was pumping faster then I'd ever felt it before. You can imagine what it took for me to sneak into the Slytherin Dungeons to set up the prank. It took me a good ten minutes to find Malfoy's room; and then I had to pick which bed was his (It wasn't very hard. His was the one with the green comforter and the large silver serpent curving into an elegant D.) I had set the box in the center of his bed and got out of there as fast as I could, not wanting to get caught. Now wouldn't it have been lovely if I had? I would not have wanted to try to explain what I'd been doing in the boy's dormitories in the Slytherin part of the castle.

It had taken a few hours to get the spell for the prank correct. It wasn't that hard, but the balloons kept popping on me when I tried to place the spell. Then I spent an even longer portion of the day trying to discover the Slytherin Password. That hadn't been easy, let me tell you. Those Slytherins were very discrete and secretive...I guess that's why they were put in Slytherin, huh?

I had come back to Gryffindor Tower still pumped up, and it had taken me ages to get to sleep. Then this morning I woke up with this overwhelming sense of foreboding. It took me a few moments to remember what had happened last night. Then it clicked. Draco was going to murder me.

Sure it had seemed like a good idea last night (and most of yesterday) but now that I thought about it...well, let's just say I feel incredibly stupid.

Now I'm kinda glad that I didn't tell Ron and Harry what I had done yesterday, that would only make me feel worse, I'm sure.

And they'd probably end up sharing my dreadful fate; trust me on this, it's the last thing I want.


Once again I skip breakfast to go to the library; I still have to finish my paper you understand. It's becoming more interesting by the minute, you could probably tell.

...Sir Warrick, a young noble wizard from a pureblood family, fell head-over-heels in love with a young muggle maiden. He quickly won her over, and for a few months they were blissfully happy together. Then came the day when his mother found out about his little love affair.

She was furious, and refused to let him see her again, not even to say goodbye. The young girl, heartbroken, and believing her wizard lover had only been using her, fell into a depression that threatened to consume her. Warrick soon heard about the peril his love was putting herself in. And sent her...

"'Mione? What are you doing in here? Shouldn't you be at breakfast?" I glance up at Ron and Harry standing above me with worried looks on their faces.

"I should ask you the same question." I remark with amusement. If they weren't on the Quidditch field, you could always find them in the kitchens or the Great Hall.

"Well, we didn't want you going without breakfast. So we brought you an orange." Ron says.

"Oh. Thanks." I say offhandedly, taking the fruit from his hand; my mind already going back to my essay.

I can still feel their eyes on me for a few moments, before they both disappear out the door. Before I can continue reading, I realize that class is starting.

Potions is one class you don't want to be late for, if you know what I mean. So I stuff my paper back in my bag and head down to the dungeons. The orange lay forgotten on the table I had just vacated.


I'm one of the last people to enter the room, so there aren't many seats left open. I quickly scan my surroundings and realize there is only one seat open.

Grumbling to myself, I take my seat...next to a smirking Draco Malfoy.

Have I ever told you how much I hate that stupid smirk of his? It makes me feel terribly exposed.

I can feel his silver eyes boring into my head, but choose to ignore him in favor of listening to Professor Snape.

"You know, clever as your little prank was, Granger, I hope you weren't trying to frighten me." I roll my eyes and turn to face him.

"If I was trying to 'frighten' you, I would have succeeded." I tell him sharply.

He smirks, "I would just love to see you try. Nothing scares a Malfoy, Granger. Nothing."

I gaze at him appraisingly for a moment, "You keep telling yourself that, Malfoy." I look back to the front of the classroom in time to see Snape send us a death glare. I smile innocently at him, as though I'd been paying the utmost attention to him the entire time.


Potions class was one of the longest periods of my life. Draco, true to the annoying jerk he is, pestered me the entire time. I almost messed up on the potion I was working on; when he started to add stuff to my potion.

Luckily, I was able to salvage the potion and give him much pain (I kicked him hard, under the table). But I seriously doubt that is all he has planned for me. He's evil, pure evil. So, of course, he will do something completely evil. The problem is...where and when.


I get my answer after lunch. We have Care of Magical Creatures, the advanced course. Oddly enough, most of the creatures Hagrid has us working with are really cute and none deadly. This class was, sadly, a combination of all the Houses, seeing as not everyone wanted to take the course. Mainly because Hagrid was the teacher. Unfortunately, Draco seemed to think it amusing to take the course. I think he was hoping to run into another 'Buckbeak', and get Hagrid in trouble again. Ha!

Well, I opened my bag to pull out my quill and parchment, only to find three large warty toads.

I'm sorry to say, I start screaming.

Ron's little fear is Spiders, Harry hates dementors. Fine. Throw me up against either one of those. But I'm afraid I have this tiny little fear of frogs...and snakes...and lizards.

Don't give me that look. I didn't have to touch the snakes I gave Draco last night...they were perfectly harmless. Totally not creepy balloons.

"What is it 'Mione?" Ron asks in concern, coming to my side. I drop the bag and take two giant steps away, my hands shaking slightly in shock. That was a bit unexpected, give me a two minutes, and I'll be able to deal with it, I promise.

Sadly enough, I don't have two minutes.

Draco Malfoy saunters over to us, a smug look on his face, "What's wrong Granger? Didn't like my return gift?" He taunts me.

I narrow my eyes at him in frustration, "You did that?" What a stupid question, and one he had just got through answering.

"Why, yes." He says, his lips curling into a smirk, "I thought one of those three little toads would be your prince Charming. Well, what are you waiting for? Don't you think you should start kissing them? There's really no time to waste."

That jerk! "Why are you suddenly so interested in my love life, Malfoy?" I ask coldly.

"Why, I have no interest whatsoever. I just thought I'd help you get over your little crush on me."

"How very...thoughtful." I say, biting back my anger, "Unfortunately, I'll have to inform you that you must be delusional. You see, I've never had a crush on you, and never will."

"Denial." He says in a singsong voice, before he walks away, leaving the three ugly creatures in my bag.

"Your such a jerk, Malfoy!" I screech at his retreating form.

"I love you too, Granger." Is his irritating response.

Huffily, I turn back to my friends; to see their baffled expressions. I flush, why I'm not sure. Harry and Ron will be wanting an explanation. Great. Just great.

I blame Malfoy.


On the third day of Christmas my true love sent to me, three french hens


Well, what do you think? Was it good? Did you like the arguments between Draco and Hermione (cus I sure did). If you thought Draco's response to Hermione's was a bit...odd for Draco...think of it this way: He was purposefully trying to annoy her, and he knew that would do it...besides, he'll regrett it soon enough. Like I said, it's a bit short, and I appologize. If you have any ideas you want to share with me, feel free, and don't forget to:

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