Christmas at Hogwarts
Draco sat in the library, in a cosy seat near the fireplace. He was reading his own diary carefully, not wanting to miss any detail.
Waw, he had really been in love with Hermione. Somewhere deep inside he wanted to fall in love with her again. But it was like a huge gap seperated him from her. It was all so confusing. He closed his diary after reading the last page and sighed. He had behaved like a fool two nights ago. How could he have left her? Now he couldn't talk to her for two weeks, couldn't ask her to give him a new chance, one last chance...
He was disturbed by a first year Slytherin, who came running into the library. The boy came to Draco.
"Euhm, professor Dumbledore is organizing a trip to Hogsmeade," the little Slytherin nervously said, "And he was wondering whether you'd like to come with us."
Draco thought about it for the moment, then he told the boy he would go with them. He needed some fresh air anyway.
"We're gathering in the Great Hall in half an hour." The boy said, and he ran away again.
Draco rose from his seat and left the library. He walked through the empty corridors to the Slytherin common room, where he took his cloak and gloves. He emptied a small box with Galleons in his pocket and left for the Great Hall. There weren't many people in the Great Hall. Dumbledore was chatting with McGonagall, Hagrid was talking to Trelawney, Snape stood in a corner with the first year Slytherin and Potter was surrounded by two second year Gryffindors. Including Draco, they were with ten.
"Ah, I see Draco has arrived." Dumbledore said, and he put on a red cap with a fluffy white ball at the end, making him look like Santa.
The group left the castle and waded through the snow. They separated in Hogsmeade. Dumbledore went into the Three broomsticks with McGonagall, Snape and Trelawney, Harry went to the Owlery with Hagrid and the Gryffindors, leaving Draco behind with the little Slytherin.
"Can I stay with you?" the boy asked nervously again.
"Sure." Draco said, a little irritated that he got stuck with a first years, "What's your name?"
" William Pucey. I'm a cousin of Adrian Pucey."
"Oh, right! Well, I'm..."
"I know who you are! You're Draco Malfoy! You defeated He-Who-Musn't-Be- Named."
"Yeah well..."
"And you were the first one to defeat Harry Potter during a Quidditch Match!" William said exited, admiration in his voice. Draco smiled, that boy wasn't so irritating after all.
"Wanna go buy a new broom with me?" Draco asked. He wanted to replace his two Nimbus brooms, one now lying on the bottom of the floor and the other burned on the Quidditch pitch (he had read in his diary what the Gryffindors had done after he had caught the Snitch).
"Cool!" William said, and he started to skip after Draco, like a little duck after his mother. They entered the Quidditch Shop and walked to the counter.
"What can I do for you, sir?" the shopkeeper asked.
"I'm looking for a broom." Draco said.
"What brand?"
"Is there a new Nimbus?"
"Only the new racebroom for children." The shopkeeper replied.
"Oh. Can you show me the newest brooms, then?"
"Of course." The man said, and he came from behind his counter. He went to a wall where a dozen of brooms hung.
"This is the new Firebolt," he said, pointing to a shiny broom.
"No Firebolts, please."
"Ok." The shopkeeper sounded a bit disappointed. He took another broom.
"This is the new Comet..."
'Oh no, not a cheap Weasley broom!' Draco thought.
"I'm going to make this easy for you," he said to the shopkeeper, "Show me the most expensive broom that you have."
The shopkeeper looked like it was his birthday.
"Right," he said. He left the wall and went to a showcase, "This is the Aquila 13, it's made of fine oak and it exalerates from zero to one hundred km/h in five seconds. It's protected against rain and strong sunlight. It's equiped with the a new technology: the Snitch Seeker."
"Snitch Seeker?" Draco asked.
"Yes, if a Snitch comes within the broom's area, the handle will become warm."
"Wooow!" William whispered.
"What's the price?" Draco asked.
The shopkeeper told the price, making William whisper 'wow' again.
"I'll take it." Draco said, "Can you engrave D.M. in it?" "Of course, sir." The shopkeeper said.
"Those are Snitches?" Draco asked, pointing at a box.
"Yes."
"You can give me one of those too."
Of course, sir."
"Can you deliver the broom?"
"If you give me your adres." The shopkeeper said, giving Draco a piece of parchment and a quil. Draco wrote his name and the name of the school. The shopkeeper looked at the parchment, then he looked at Draco.
"You're the son of Lucius Malfoy?" he asked astound. Before Draco could reply, he continued: "Yes, now I recognize you. The blond hair, the grey eyes...You look exactly like your father."
"You're wrong." Draco replied coldly. He threw the bag with Galleons on the counter and left the shop. He dropped William at the Three Broomsticks and walked back to the castle.
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It became evening and the group gathered in the Great Hall again for the Christmas meal. They all took place around a large round table. Draco, to his annoyance, opposite Harry. He was ripped from his thoughts when he heard Harry ask:
"Malfoy, can you pass the bread, please."
He glared at Harry, who glared back.
"Of course Potter." he replied as polite as possible.
"Thank you," Harry said.
"...insufferable ferret." Draco heard him mutter to himself.
"What was that?" Draco asked with a sharp voice and everyone became silent.
Harry looked up from his plate with an innocent expression, and said: "Nothing."
Draco felt the anger from the Quidditch shop rise again and he sneered: "Oh, so you think because you're famous, you can insult everyone, Scarhead?"
The people at the table looked from Harry to Draco, like if they were following a tennismatch.
"You really are an insufferable ferret, Malfoy." Harry yelled.
Before anyone could stop him, Draco threw a hot piece of meat in Harry's face. Harry was dumbstruck for a moment. Then he took a sandwich and threw it in Draco's face. The rest of the table was paralized for a moment, until McGonagall squeaked: "Albus! Do something!"
"What?" Dumbledore asked, then he said: "Oh! Right."
He rose from his seat and everyone looked at him, except for Harry and Draco who were glaring at eachother, each holding a trembling pudding in their hand.
"Well..." Dumbledore said, and he took a pudding too, "I guess this means...foodfight!"
He threw the pudding in Mcgonagall's face and chuckled. Recovering from the shock, McGonagall took a sausage and threw it to Dumbledore. Now the whole table began to throw food at eachother, except for Snape who was watching the scene in distaste. After a few minutes, the Great Hall looked a mess and the people even worse.
"Ah, the delightment of a ruined Christmas meal!" Dumbledore said, with a twinkle in his eyes. When the last cakes were smashed against the wall, he looked at his watch.
"Dear guests, I'm afraid our meeting ends here. A merry Christmas to you all and goodnight."
Harry left the Great Hall and he was crossing the hallway, when the front gate opened and a cold wind blew inside. It was Hermione who entered, with a trunk floating behind her and Crookshanks under her arm. When she saw Harry, she ran to him with tears in her eyes. Harry quickly took off his dirty robes and ran to her.
"Oh Harry!" Hermione cried, holding him tight.
"Mione, what's wrong?"
"I..."
"It's alright Hermione, you can tell me." Harry said softly.
"I'm no...no longer welcome at home, Harry." Hermione said, tears falling on her cheek.
"What? Why?!?" Harry asked.
Hermione burried her face in Harry's sweater, sobbing.
"Hermione, look at me! You have to tell me." Harry said, forcing her to look in his eyes.
"Harry, I...I'm pregnant." Hermione cried.
Author's note : * Ok, somewhat longer chapter this, but still not long enough...I hope you enjoyed it, I did, 'cause it brings me closer to the point where I want them. If you see any mistakes, review. If you want to curse me, review. If you would like to say anything else...guess what!...review! It really helps.
* I called the broom Aquila, I think it's a nice name and it means eagle. The king of the sky! I hope you understand what happened to the other brooms of Draco. Well, this new broom has a little role, that's why I let him buy a new one.
Ravenklauw
Draco sat in the library, in a cosy seat near the fireplace. He was reading his own diary carefully, not wanting to miss any detail.
Waw, he had really been in love with Hermione. Somewhere deep inside he wanted to fall in love with her again. But it was like a huge gap seperated him from her. It was all so confusing. He closed his diary after reading the last page and sighed. He had behaved like a fool two nights ago. How could he have left her? Now he couldn't talk to her for two weeks, couldn't ask her to give him a new chance, one last chance...
He was disturbed by a first year Slytherin, who came running into the library. The boy came to Draco.
"Euhm, professor Dumbledore is organizing a trip to Hogsmeade," the little Slytherin nervously said, "And he was wondering whether you'd like to come with us."
Draco thought about it for the moment, then he told the boy he would go with them. He needed some fresh air anyway.
"We're gathering in the Great Hall in half an hour." The boy said, and he ran away again.
Draco rose from his seat and left the library. He walked through the empty corridors to the Slytherin common room, where he took his cloak and gloves. He emptied a small box with Galleons in his pocket and left for the Great Hall. There weren't many people in the Great Hall. Dumbledore was chatting with McGonagall, Hagrid was talking to Trelawney, Snape stood in a corner with the first year Slytherin and Potter was surrounded by two second year Gryffindors. Including Draco, they were with ten.
"Ah, I see Draco has arrived." Dumbledore said, and he put on a red cap with a fluffy white ball at the end, making him look like Santa.
The group left the castle and waded through the snow. They separated in Hogsmeade. Dumbledore went into the Three broomsticks with McGonagall, Snape and Trelawney, Harry went to the Owlery with Hagrid and the Gryffindors, leaving Draco behind with the little Slytherin.
"Can I stay with you?" the boy asked nervously again.
"Sure." Draco said, a little irritated that he got stuck with a first years, "What's your name?"
" William Pucey. I'm a cousin of Adrian Pucey."
"Oh, right! Well, I'm..."
"I know who you are! You're Draco Malfoy! You defeated He-Who-Musn't-Be- Named."
"Yeah well..."
"And you were the first one to defeat Harry Potter during a Quidditch Match!" William said exited, admiration in his voice. Draco smiled, that boy wasn't so irritating after all.
"Wanna go buy a new broom with me?" Draco asked. He wanted to replace his two Nimbus brooms, one now lying on the bottom of the floor and the other burned on the Quidditch pitch (he had read in his diary what the Gryffindors had done after he had caught the Snitch).
"Cool!" William said, and he started to skip after Draco, like a little duck after his mother. They entered the Quidditch Shop and walked to the counter.
"What can I do for you, sir?" the shopkeeper asked.
"I'm looking for a broom." Draco said.
"What brand?"
"Is there a new Nimbus?"
"Only the new racebroom for children." The shopkeeper replied.
"Oh. Can you show me the newest brooms, then?"
"Of course." The man said, and he came from behind his counter. He went to a wall where a dozen of brooms hung.
"This is the new Firebolt," he said, pointing to a shiny broom.
"No Firebolts, please."
"Ok." The shopkeeper sounded a bit disappointed. He took another broom.
"This is the new Comet..."
'Oh no, not a cheap Weasley broom!' Draco thought.
"I'm going to make this easy for you," he said to the shopkeeper, "Show me the most expensive broom that you have."
The shopkeeper looked like it was his birthday.
"Right," he said. He left the wall and went to a showcase, "This is the Aquila 13, it's made of fine oak and it exalerates from zero to one hundred km/h in five seconds. It's protected against rain and strong sunlight. It's equiped with the a new technology: the Snitch Seeker."
"Snitch Seeker?" Draco asked.
"Yes, if a Snitch comes within the broom's area, the handle will become warm."
"Wooow!" William whispered.
"What's the price?" Draco asked.
The shopkeeper told the price, making William whisper 'wow' again.
"I'll take it." Draco said, "Can you engrave D.M. in it?" "Of course, sir." The shopkeeper said.
"Those are Snitches?" Draco asked, pointing at a box.
"Yes."
"You can give me one of those too."
Of course, sir."
"Can you deliver the broom?"
"If you give me your adres." The shopkeeper said, giving Draco a piece of parchment and a quil. Draco wrote his name and the name of the school. The shopkeeper looked at the parchment, then he looked at Draco.
"You're the son of Lucius Malfoy?" he asked astound. Before Draco could reply, he continued: "Yes, now I recognize you. The blond hair, the grey eyes...You look exactly like your father."
"You're wrong." Draco replied coldly. He threw the bag with Galleons on the counter and left the shop. He dropped William at the Three Broomsticks and walked back to the castle.
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It became evening and the group gathered in the Great Hall again for the Christmas meal. They all took place around a large round table. Draco, to his annoyance, opposite Harry. He was ripped from his thoughts when he heard Harry ask:
"Malfoy, can you pass the bread, please."
He glared at Harry, who glared back.
"Of course Potter." he replied as polite as possible.
"Thank you," Harry said.
"...insufferable ferret." Draco heard him mutter to himself.
"What was that?" Draco asked with a sharp voice and everyone became silent.
Harry looked up from his plate with an innocent expression, and said: "Nothing."
Draco felt the anger from the Quidditch shop rise again and he sneered: "Oh, so you think because you're famous, you can insult everyone, Scarhead?"
The people at the table looked from Harry to Draco, like if they were following a tennismatch.
"You really are an insufferable ferret, Malfoy." Harry yelled.
Before anyone could stop him, Draco threw a hot piece of meat in Harry's face. Harry was dumbstruck for a moment. Then he took a sandwich and threw it in Draco's face. The rest of the table was paralized for a moment, until McGonagall squeaked: "Albus! Do something!"
"What?" Dumbledore asked, then he said: "Oh! Right."
He rose from his seat and everyone looked at him, except for Harry and Draco who were glaring at eachother, each holding a trembling pudding in their hand.
"Well..." Dumbledore said, and he took a pudding too, "I guess this means...foodfight!"
He threw the pudding in Mcgonagall's face and chuckled. Recovering from the shock, McGonagall took a sausage and threw it to Dumbledore. Now the whole table began to throw food at eachother, except for Snape who was watching the scene in distaste. After a few minutes, the Great Hall looked a mess and the people even worse.
"Ah, the delightment of a ruined Christmas meal!" Dumbledore said, with a twinkle in his eyes. When the last cakes were smashed against the wall, he looked at his watch.
"Dear guests, I'm afraid our meeting ends here. A merry Christmas to you all and goodnight."
Harry left the Great Hall and he was crossing the hallway, when the front gate opened and a cold wind blew inside. It was Hermione who entered, with a trunk floating behind her and Crookshanks under her arm. When she saw Harry, she ran to him with tears in her eyes. Harry quickly took off his dirty robes and ran to her.
"Oh Harry!" Hermione cried, holding him tight.
"Mione, what's wrong?"
"I..."
"It's alright Hermione, you can tell me." Harry said softly.
"I'm no...no longer welcome at home, Harry." Hermione said, tears falling on her cheek.
"What? Why?!?" Harry asked.
Hermione burried her face in Harry's sweater, sobbing.
"Hermione, look at me! You have to tell me." Harry said, forcing her to look in his eyes.
"Harry, I...I'm pregnant." Hermione cried.
Author's note : * Ok, somewhat longer chapter this, but still not long enough...I hope you enjoyed it, I did, 'cause it brings me closer to the point where I want them. If you see any mistakes, review. If you want to curse me, review. If you would like to say anything else...guess what!...review! It really helps.
* I called the broom Aquila, I think it's a nice name and it means eagle. The king of the sky! I hope you understand what happened to the other brooms of Draco. Well, this new broom has a little role, that's why I let him buy a new one.
Ravenklauw