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The Twelve Days of Christmas: Hogwarts Style

Chapter Ten: Ten Flying Snowballs

Draco

It was a mistake to kiss Granger. I realize that now. A wonderfully blissful mistake.

I can't take all the blame for my actions, though. It was, after all, her fault for tempting me in the first place. A guy can only take so much.

And now, now I can't get her off my mind. All yesterday was filled with small stolen kisses at every turn, and that last one lingers even now, hours after it occurred.

She tasted so sweet, like chocolate and butterbeer, an intoxicating combination I've discovered. Normally I wouldn't have kissed her in front of everyone like that, but it was just too good a chance to pass up. Besides, there wasn't that many people watching, just her obnoxious little friends, really, with the exception of a few teachers and students. The total of our audience didn't consist of more then twenty people.

But it was going to set the rumors flying, mistletoe or no. Besides, everyone knows I scorn the Christmas season, and therefor everything even remotely related, and that includes mistletoe.

Some, I'm sure, will believe it was nothing more then a vengeful prank, others will be more inclined to believe that I fancy her, which is absurdly ridiculous.

Me, fancy her? I'm a Malfoy, for Merlin's sake, Malfoys don't…fancy…anyone. I swear, the word isn't even in my vocabulary.

It was just physical attraction brought on by her clever little spell, it has nothing whatsoever to do with Hermione as a person.

Don't laugh, this is serious! I'm starting to doubt my sanity here, and all you can do is mock me…see if I ever confide in you again.


So, today is going by slower then most, nothing big has happened, it's almost as if they expect me to do something?

There's a kind of tention in the castle, and everywhere I go I can feel everyone's eyes on me, nothing new there, but this is different. Usually it's girl's checking me out and all, but now there's a different type of calculation in the gazes focused on me.

I expected to be swamped with rumors, and questions, but I got nothing. It was a bit of a disappointment, I'll admit. I was so looking forward to explaining to Blaise why I had kissed Granger, but I get the feelings he's avoiding me…wonder why.

Actually, I think everyone is avoiding me. I haven't seen Granger all day, and her little buddies should have confronted me by now. The dorm was deserted by the time I got up this morning, and no one was in the Great Hall when I got there for breakfast.

Well, if that's the way they want to be, that's fine with me. It's like every other Christmas I've ever had at home, doesn't make that much of a difference being here.

It wasn't like I expected anything better, after all, I'm in Slytherin, not Gryffindor or Hufflypuff.

Merlin, am I in a sour mood this morning. I blame Granger for that, I didn't get one ounce of sleep last night, and this hauntingly silent castle is starting to get to me.

Where is everyone? It shouldn't be that easy to avoid me, no matter how big the castle and grounds are, there should be someone around.

I was out sitting under a tree, contemplating the lake when I heard the first voice all morning (and it was now nearing noon), "Well, now Draco, why such a surly disposition?"

It was Granger, the last person I want to see. "I'm not surly, Granger." I say curtly, not bothering to look at her.

I could practically feel the amusement drain from her and her eyes turn steely as they stare holes into my back, "Well, you don't have to be so cold Malfoy."

"I'm a Slytherin, or have you forgotten? It's in my blood." I wasn't really expecting a reply, she'd probably just storm off angrily to go pout to her little followers.

You can imagine my surprise, therefore, when I felt something cold and wet connect with the back of my head. I didn't move for a few minutes, my mind processing the shock as chunks of frozen water slid down the back of my neck and under my school robes.

I slowly turn my head to stare at her incredulously, "You did not just throw a snowball at me." I said, as though my denial would change the fact that my hair was still frosted with the slowly melting snowball that did not just hit me in the back of my head.

She grinned at me cheekily, "You must be joking," She said in mock seriousness, "I would never presume to start a snowball fight with the Great Draco Malfoy, everyone knows he'd just loose anyway."

"Excuse me?" I inquire, she did not just say that, "Draco Malfoy never loses."

Just to prove my point I dig my hand into the snow beside me (but away from the spell that is keeping my butt from freezing to the ground), and pull out a fair sized ball of my own. I grin at her as she squeels and tries to run away. She's not fast enough, and I launch my frozen mistle towards her. Laughing, she ducks, and my snowball sails right over her pretty little head.

The war is on!

As she was bent over she scooped up a handful of snow, not bothering to stop in her escape. I begin forming a new snowball as I stand up, grinning a preditory smile as I begin stalking my prey.

She turns as she's running and throws the snowball back at me, I try to dodge, but it still caught my cloak.

I growl as I move forward, aiming carefully and chucking my newly formed snowball at her. She had just straightened from collecting more snow, and caught sight my snowball and dodged at the last second.

Wow, she has good reflexes.

I was distracted from my thoughts as she threw her own snowball my direction, my wand was out in a second, preparing to direct it right back at her, but I was just a second to late, and the snowball slammed into my hand, knocking my wand from my already slightly numb fingers.

Swearing I dive to collect it, Granger already preparing her attack. I see it coming, though, and roll out of the way (getting snow all over my already frozen self), my hand closing around my wand as I roll.

My avoidence worked on some levels (her snowballs had missed their target...namely me), but it wasn't so thought out in other areas (such as now I am even more cold and snow covered then before).

I hear her laugh as I come to my feet, my wand at the ready. "Conglobo Niveus." I mutter, swishing my wand at the snow, a fair portion large enough to fit nicely into my hand breaks away from the earth and comes to float before my wand.

I hear Hermione gasp and glance up, a smirk spreads over my face as I see her startled expresion. Then she tries to run again, I laugh and flick my wand in her direction. The snowball takes off instantly after the fleeing girl.

She glances back over her shoulder, and instead of appearing worried by the ball of cold quickly gaining on her, she grins at me. Now what is she up to?

I soon find out as she dives behind a tree, causing my ball to crash into the trunk. Merlin, she's quick too.

She seems to have taken a page out of my book, as her wand is now out as well, but I've already got my next ball ready for her, she launches one at the same time as me and, to my surprise, they hit eachother in mid air!

Granger's quicker then me this time and launches three more white balls at me. I try to get out of the way, but it's like she's put a heat seeking device on them and all three hit me square in the back...in the same spot I might add.

As I make my escape I mutter a quick spell and point my wand back at her.

I glance over my shoulder when I hear her shreik, and smirk at the sight. My spell hit it's mark, the branch directly above Granger had held an aweful lot of snow a few moments before, now all that snow was placed as a mantle on Hermione's shoulders.

I chuckle in amusement at the rage in her expression as she sends more balls of ice my way.

Our snowball fight ended in a draw, I'm sorry to say. Neither one of us wanted to give up, and we finally had to call it quits when Hermione started to sneeze.

She was shivering so bad that I pulled her close to me and wrapped my cloak around her shoulders. She melted into my side as we walked back to the castle, drinking in my warmth.

Since I couldn't very well take her to the Slytherin Commons, and I really wasn't in the mood to venture into Gryffindor territory, we settled for middle ground, the Room of Requirement.

The room, when we entered it had a blazing fire going with a nice black sofa for the two of us to recline on. On a small table was a pot of steaming tea and two cups.

I ushered Granger onto the couch and went to fetch us the tea. I handed her one as I sat down on the other side of the couch.

We drank our tea in silence for a while before I spoke, "I've been wondering, Granger, where is everyone?"

She frowned slighly, "Why do you insist on calling me Granger? My name is Hermione, it's not that difficult. And I thought you knew, everyone went to Hogsmead today, Dumbledor said they could."

I ignored the name coment, in case she hadn't noticed, Granger is her name as well. I'll call her whatever I want, and there's nothing she can do to change that.

Her next words caught me off guard, "Why were you avoiding me today?" She sounded so hesitant and shy that I could only stare at her, gaping like a stupid fish.

"I didn't avoid you today!" I protested, "You were the one avoiding me."

She was shaking her head even before I'd finished speaking, "No, Draco, I haven't been avoiding you, why would I?"

Merlin, I love hearing her say my name! "I assumed you were angry with me for kissing you in front of your friends like that."

She flushed, and I couldn't help but notice how cute she looked, "It wasn't like that at all, I thought you regretted it...kissing a mudblood like me."

I blinked in surprise, how could she think I'd regret something that tasted so wonderful? I shifted so I was sitting closer to her, "I will never in my life regret kissing you, Hermione." I told her honestly.

Granger's honey brown eyes searched mine for a long while, then she slowly leaned in towards me. Our lips were just a feather width away when she paused to smile impishly at me, "By the way, Draco, I win, ten to one." She didn't give me much time to mull over what she meant before her lips were on mine, driving all rational thought out of my mind for the time being.


If anyone didn't understand that, what she meant was she won in their snowball fight ten to one...(thus ten snowballs...)

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