Later that evening, I was in my room putting away all my Christmas gifts when I heard tapping on my window. I turned to see a Great Horned owl bearing a package.

I opened the window and took the package. "Here," I offered the owl some Owl Treats I keep for Hedwig and Pig.

It accepted gratefully, hooted and flew out the window.

"Now who could have given this?" I wondered aloud. It was a Christmas gift, wrapped in shiny red paper under the brown package paper.

I opened it and gasped.

It was a navy blue cloak, shimmering with silver. I put it on and marveled at how warm it was. The clasp holding the cloak together was made of aquamarine set in white gold.

A note fell out of the box, and I picked it up.

Love-

I got this for your protection. This cloak acts as sort of a shield from curses and jinxes.

And the aquamarine? It's to calm your nerves- since you always seem to be tense and stressed.

Happy Christmas.

I love you.

Blaise

PS: Don't ever think of returning it. I'm not taking it back.

"So that's why it's shimmering silver," I said aloud.

It's lovely!

If you still don't believe he loves you, I'll go mental.

Ah, finally!

I still can't believe it. I know there are all these flashy gestures, but what's in it for him?

I'm off to the funny farm!

I sighed then hung the cloak in my closet, getting ready for bed.

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I got back from patrolling the halls with Ron (as Terry had gotten sick), ready for another evening of studying.

"Hermione?"

I spun to stare at no other than our esteemed Head Boy, Draco Malfoy.

"Malfoy, you know you could get into deep trouble for ingesting illegal substances," I said, shaking my head. "Now if you'll excuse me-"

"I like your wit," he says, walking over to me.

"Okay, now please excuse me," I cringed, trying to walk past him. "What have you ingested anyway? Firewhiskey? Crack?"

"I'm sober.. and what's crack?"

"Something I'm sure you'd love to try," I said dryly.

"If you want to play, Granger.."

"I'm not playing games, I really want to know why you're acting all mental!" I cried in frustration.

"I'm intrigued by you," he said thoughtfully, gazing at me.

This is honestly freaking me out.

"Malfoy.."

"Granger, I think you're interesting. You're feisty, witty and nothing short of amazing."

"Stop BS-ing me Malfoy."

"I'd like to date you- may I have the honor?"

"Ahh I get it now."

"Yes?" he asks, eyes gleaming.

"You're doing this just because Blaise is also doing this," I concluded, rolling my eyes.

"How come you call him Blaise and you call me Malfoy?" he asked indignantly.

"Blaise is one syllable, Zabini is three. Draco and Malfoy are two each."

"Who's mental Granger?"

"Uh, ha.. ha.. but can you please stop? And that also goes for him."

"No chance Granger, no chance."

I sighed and walked up to my room without another word to him.

Just great.

Another one! This is getting more taxing by the day!

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Wahaha, now that was short.. well last chapter was the longest ever, so.. shrugs :P

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