I'm so sorry that I only updated 1 yesterday...but I am a procrastanator...sometimes I procrastinate by writing, other times by doing something else (such as reading) yesterday it was reading. (although it's also Christmas and it's getting a bit crazy round here) Anyway, I'm not positive if I can update tomorrow, my parents might not let me. But I shall strive to (this story is getting extremely interesting to me, so I want to finish writing it) I'm sorry for the short chapters, forgive me.

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The Twelve Days of Christmas: Hogwarts Style

Chapter 5: Five Soaring Snitches

Hermione

I must say, that was quite the reaction I got from Mafloy, don't you think. Hehe...he...okay, so it wasn't funny at all. Actually, it...he...was rather scary. I seriously thought I was going to die for a moment there. What a sad way to go, murdered for bouncing ferrets.

Oh, and I'm sure Malfoy would have just loved being locked up in Azkaban for the rest of his would-have-been-extremely successful life. Yes, I do beliieve Malfoy has quite a future lined up for him. He's smart, good looking, rich, pure blooded (though I don't honestly see what that has to do with anything), though he is a bit rude.

Even when he's in emotional pain he's rude, as he so wonderfully displayed for us.

I can still see him in my minds eye, standing braced against the wall, his hand covering his face. He looked so...so tragic. Like a Greek God. I can still feel my heart constrict at the sight, I wanted to help him in any way I could.

But he brushed me off like a fly, and fled the room. I can't really say that surprises me, this is Malfoy we're talking about here. Up until yesterday I didn't think he had any emotions at all. He was just a block of ice.

Cold and expressionless, like a perfect stone statue.

Yesterday I had seen that stone crack. And over a few animals that he thought had been abused (they weren't really, I would never harm the adorable beasts-that are curently residing in my backpack, hiding out from my cat) I never thought that something like that would affect him so strongly. Of course I didn't expect him to actually think I was flinging the poor creatures around the hall, I mean really!

I was watching him as he had spotted the ferrets. His pupils had dialated, and his lips had thinned into a thin, forbidding line. HIs whole countanance seemed to darken before my very eyes, as though some grey cloud had passed over his features. I had stood paralized as he became more and more hostil. I could almost feel the anger radiating off him in great overwhelming waves.

All I wanted to do was run away, hide under a desk (or, better yet, my bed) and never come out again. I wanted nothing more then to get away from him. But I had forced myself to call out to him.

Then he had turned his eyes on me. It gives me the chills just thinking about it. His eyes were steel grey, and seemed charged with electricity. Then he had grabbed me and dragged me to that classroom (away from the prying eyes). Half the school is convinced he dragged me there to kill me...the other half...I honestly don't know what they thought, because I myself thought he was about to murder me. That's about the vibe that I got off him too.

Then when he had realised his mistake, he had looked so confused...then so desolate. As though everything was just to much for him, and all his emotions canceled themselves out. Leaving him utterly exhausted. An empty shell.

I don't know what had possessed me, but I reached out to him. Touched him. But he tore himself away and ran off. I stood there staring at the doorway for...oh I don't know how long. That was were Ginny found me about an hour later. My mind was on overdrive as I tried to understand what had happened. She had led me back to the Common Room and I didn't protest. How could I when my mind was ocupied with Malfoy.

You must think it silly of me to react like that, but look at it from my point of view. Is it really all that suprising? In a sence, I was the one who caused all this. I hurt him, although it was very unintentional.

What was I to do now? I felt almost like I needed to appologize to him, but that was rediculous! I didn't do anything wrong. I still felt terrible though.

A nights sleep didn't help much either, as I still feel terrible now. I haven't seen Malfoy all morning, and it it now ten minutes to lunch. He wasn't at breakfast, and he wasn't in any of the classes that we have together. I really hope he's alright. Although I really don't know why he wouldn't be alright, it wasn't like I had physically injured him or anything.

So where was he?

Why am I even thinking about him anyway? This is rediculous. I should be concentrating on the lecuture the Proffessor is giving, not letting my mind wander to stupid overdramatic Slytherins.

The sad thing is, I've been like this most of the day. I haven't heard a single lesson, and that would be a bad thing.

My odd behavior hasn't gone unnoticed by my friends. Ron and Harry keep casting me odd glances; ever since Ron stole my paper in order to copy my notes...only to find numerous doodles on the parchment.

It was rather emberressing too, I had stolen the paper back, red in the face. All my doodles had been about what had been happening over the past few days. There was an odd little cartoon character in the corner of a large owl sitting in a whomping willow. Then there was a chibi form of Draco-his hair on end and his eyes wide- as he was attacked by two killer snakes.

Then I decided to write out all my thoughts, hoping that that would sort them out. It was a terrible failure.

Ron had thought I was once more paying attention and had stolen my paper again...it wasn't to pleasant when he found out that the reasons I wasn't paying any attention to him or the lessons was Malfoys absence.

It had taken me five minutes to get him to calm down, and I do believe that he is now even more worried about me then before.

Ron and Harry decided that the only way to shake me out of my odd behavior, was food. Appearently they think food makes everything better. Heh, typical males. Luckly for them they were smart enough to bring chocolate. Yes, as one of them escorted me to the great hall for lunch, the other ran up to their dorm and grabbed a hand full of chocolate frogs.

It helped a little.

Then that same black owl from before (Malfoys owl) swooped down in front of me and held out a peice of parchment to me. As my hand reached out automatically to take it from him, my eyes saught out Malfoy across the hall.

He was watching me with a cool expression on his face. Once the parchment was in my lap I absently stroked the birds soft feathers. It crooned in delight before flying off.

My eyes were still locked on Malfoys. Slowly, he nodded at me, then returned to his meal as though nothing had happened.

"What's that?" Ron asked from next to me, I blinked in surprise and looked down at the parchment.

In the same beautiful green penmanship as before was written:

Granger, go to the Transfiguration Classroom after lunch.

"That looks like the same handwriting from before." Harry says curiously.

"Yes."

"Are you gonna go?" Ron asks.

"Yes."

"Is he your boyfriend now?" Ginny asks from in front of me, a sly look on her face.

My head snaps up, a blush staining my cheeks, "Wh-no!" I exlaim, my eyes automatically shifting to Malfoy and back to Ginny. If only she knew what she had just asked. I think Ron would've had a hissy fit.

Okay, so why am I going to go to the Transfiguration classroom right now? I know for a fact that Malfoy sent that note, and only an idiot would continue. And yet, here I am, standing in the doorway of appointed room.

I must be a bigger idiot then everyone thought. Why else would I follow Malfoy's instruction. This has to be payback for my prank yesterday. If so, it's going to be bad.

I try to tell my feet to leave, that I don't have to go in there, but they seem to have a mind of their own and I soon find myself inside my once-favorite classroom.

I swallow hard, my eyes sweeping the room. It was deserted, and I could see nothing out of the ordinary. So why had Malfoy sent me here? My eyes widen, maybe he was going to lock me in so I wouldn't make it to the remainder of my classes!

With a small gasp of alarm I whirl around, ready to dash back out again, yet expecting to find Malfoy blocking the way. But the doorway was empty, and the door was as I had left it-wide open.

A small sigh of relief escapes me and I turn back to inspect the room more closely. Maybe this was the prank. Sending me on a wild goosechase? It didn't seem quite as cruel as I expected.

Then my eyes alight on a small wooden box in the very center of the room. Strange, that wasn't there before.

Cautiously I move forward. This had to be it, whatever was in that box was what Malfoy had sent me here to find. My heart is beating rapidly, and I know that I can still flee unscathed. But I remain where I am, staring at the box. I can't see it very well from here, but do I really want to see it better?

Curiousity finally takes over and moves me towards the box. Whatever it was Malfoy had set for me, it was sure to be brilliant. Rude, harsh, cruel, maybe, but brilliant nevertheless. And I believe that is what has me so facinated.

I want to know what he has in store for me. I need to know.

The box is only about six inches long and four inches high. It's beautifully carved with a rose in the center. Looks can be decieving. I must never forget that, Malfoy himself is a classic example of this.

Taking a calming breath I reach out and place my hand on the lid, I pause waiting for something to happen. Nothing.

I slowly push the lid up, still nothing.

Something inside is moving. I can't see it all the way, because I haven't pushed the lid back completely; but something inside is definately moving. I gulp down my nerves and thrust the lid back.

A flurry of gold erupts from the box. My eyes widen as I step back and look up at the five beautiful golden snitches. They zoom around the room, around me and I stare in wonder. Never before had anything taken my breath away.

It was strange, really, but for a moment, I wasn't in this old classroom. I was out in a feild, five golden fairies danced around me the sound of their laughter like small tinkling bells. Then the magic faded, and I was in the classroom again and the bells I could here were coming from the snitches. Malfoy must have spent hours fixing those snitches and setting the charms.

I smile slightly as I look back into the box. On the bottom of the box was a note situated on the red velvet lining. It read:

Please accept this gift as my sincerest appologies for my actions yesterday. I was out of line.

Draco Malfoy

I couldn't believe my eyes. Draco had just appologized to me. To me. But why? Aren't I just some stupid little 'mudblood'? Well, appearently even Draco Malfoy has a contence.

I left the snitches to be found and caught later, placed the beautiful box in my bag and went off to

my next class. I suddenly felt much better.


On the fifth day of christmas my true love sent to me, five golden rings!


Um...if this seems odd, I'm terribly sorry. Once again (like last chapter) once I got in it a bit...the characters kinda took over. I hope it doesn't seem too OOC...just think of it this way...Draco felt very very bad. He did accuse Hermione of Animal Abuse-faulsly I might add) Well...I guess this is where he got on her good side...he appologized. That has to be a shocker. Any idea's for the next chapter, feel free to suggest them. My ears are always open.

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