Hey everyone, here's the next chapter. Sorry I didn't update yesterday...but I was kinda busy. I'll update again tomorrow I promise. I hope you all enjoy this!
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The Twelve Days of Christmas: Hogwarts Style
Chapter 6: Six Singing Bubbles
Draco
This does not change anything. I do hope she realizes this. Just because I...admitted I was wrong...and apologized...doesn't change a thing. She's still a dirty little mudblood. But if my mother has taught me one thing, it's to know when I was wrong.
I had been very very wrong in accusing her as I had. That was the only reason I acted the way I did. She would do well not to expect much in the future.
I wonder what she thought of the little...gift I had left for her. Most girls would probably go ballistic about it, I am hoping she is different, and that she doesn't read to much into it.
I have a feeling that I should have just ignored what had happened the day before, and sent her something equally rude, something that might...say...make her cry. I now regret not doing just that.
I come to regret this even more when, right after breakfast I see her coming my way, a determined look on her face. Great, she probably wants to talk to me about the snitches. Stupid girl, like I'd seriously let her degrade me like that in front of the rest of the Slytherins.
"What do you want Granger?" I ask scathingly, sending her a cold as ice glare. Maybe she'll loose her cool and run back to Potty and Weasel.
The girl hesitates, and glances behind her, "Uh...I...uh..." Then her eyes become unreadable as she regards me in return, "Who said I wanted anything from you Malfoy?"
"What else would you be doing over here? Gryffindors don't usually associate with Slytherins, in case you've forgotten. Or has your feelings for me overshadowed your usual prejudice of my house?" The Slytherins around me snicker, and I raise an eyebrow at her in question.
To my immence amusement, Granger flushes, though her eyes take on a raging fire, "In your dreams Malfoy, but in case you hadn't noticed...your standing in front of the hall that leads to the library."
Wait...I am? "By all means, my lady, I did not mean to delay you." I say, mock bowing to her. The other Slytherins move quickly aside and I straighten as she walks by me huffily.
I smirk at her retreating form, despite what she had just said, I knew she had wanted to speak with me. She was rather easily distracted, wasn't she.
For the rest of the day, I continued to pester her, doing anything and everything to get on her nerves. It was amusing, as she tended to get flustered and either go into a sulky silence, or storm off in irritation.
I did not get the feeling she was going to do anything in return for my little...'prank' (although it wasn't much of a prank). I slowly faded into a calm of my usual life, no real fear of finding something unpleasant in a pocket or something like that.
The day passed mostly uneventful, and I had decided to retire to the prefects bathroom for some much needed relaxation. Luckily it was empty, so I didn't need to kick anybody out.
The Mermaid from the picture in the corner was gone for the moment and I made sure Mertle was not around before I stripped and made my way to the sunken tub. I automatically reach for my usual taps, then pause, sensing something odd.
My mind ran over everything in the room quickly, but I could see nothing abnormal. Then I returned to the tap I was about to turn, but my hand paused once more. Something was still not right, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
I slowly start to turn the nob, when it clicks, literally. The tab I was using usually poored out a combination of water and light blue foam. At the moment it was sending out a spray of water and very pink bubbles. "What the-?" I say, looking at the taps, thinking I'd picked the wrong one.
But no, this was the right tap. Strange, I think to myself, turning the tab off and moving to a different one. This one was supposed to send out green water...but this was very much clear with bright blue bubbles.
In irritation I moved to the next one. The bubbles were now red. The next, purple. Green. Yellow.
Finally I just roll my eyes and turn them all off, sinking into the now full pool. It was the perfect temperature, and the scent was rather soothing. I closed my eyes and lay back fully intending to enjoy myself.
I had been sitting like that for a few moments when the silence was rudely interrupted by a loud cheery corus of Jingle Bells. My eyes snap open and I look around for whoever had ruined my relaxation. I was very much alone, even the pictures were empty.
The music started to fade, and I sank down again into the water, convinced it had just been some overly excited students walking passed the portrait.
I hadn't quite closed my eyes again when a voice started singing Rudolph the Red nosed reindeer. My eyes snap open again, searching the shadows for whoever it was that were just asking for a detention.
No one was there.
I narrowed my eyes, and shifted in the water. Another group of people began to sing. This time it was Here comes Santa Clause.
I believe I have mentioned once or twice how much I despise Christmas, well, this was really starting to grate on my nerves. Angrily I swim across the pool right through a cluster of pink bubbles. As a few broke upon contact with my skin Frosty the Snowman could be heard in the cavernous room.
My eyes narrowed as I slowly realized what was happening. Someone had bewitched the bubbles to sing Christmas songs as they popped.
One guess who had done this.
Granger had just found my sore spot. I moved towards the edge of the pool in an attempt to get away from the bubbles, being careful to stay away as far away from the bothersome bubbles as possible. Unfortunately one brushed against me and popped, starting a gut wrenching rendition of I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Clause.
I made a mad dash towards the edge, not desperate to escape. In my rush to get away a few more songs broke free, including two more Rudolphs and an All I want for Christmas.
I quickly wrapped a towel around my waist and rushed to the changing rooms. On my way out I heard a giggle off to my side. I narrowed my eyes slightly and veered off in that direction. Hermione Granger sat curled up on the other side of a bench, obviously not realizing she had been caught.
I smirk and lean against a wall, "I assume your proud of yourself?" I say in a low voice.
The girl shrieks, standing and whirling in one smooth motion. Her eyes go wide and a ruby blush stains her cheeks at the sight of me.
My smirk widens, and I move away from the wall. I take great care in making my movements appear predatory, and dark. I step towards her, my eyes focused on her very frightened and flushed face. "That was very clever of you, yet very very foolish." I say upon reaching her. I stand before her, not even a foot separating us.
I don't know what possesses me, but I raise a hand and trail a couple fingers up and down her arm, my eyes watching her reaction in a detached sort of way.
She takes a deep breath, and I realize that she's shaking. I lean my face towards her, "Do I frighten you?" I whisper into her ear.
She shivers, and I smile, "N-no." she stutters.
I smirk and bring my hand up to her face, "I'd watch my step if I were you, my dear little mudblood. You might be getting in way over your head."
That said I step away from her and walk to a passage that led straight to my room. I must say, that was the most...interesting bath I've had in quite some time.
On the sixth day of christmas my true love sent to me, six geese a laying.
Well, I hope you enjoyed that, cus I had lots of fun with it. I was toying with the idea of doing that last part in the next chapter, but I gave in and did it here (I like it better here, cus he's like almost naked...it'll give Hermione plenty to think of next chapter. anyway, I'm sorry for such a short chapter. Please
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