On the twelfth day of Christmas the Marauders gave to me... The Marauders' Map, eleven Golden Snitches flying, ten chocolate frogs a leaping, nine hugs, eight stink bombs in my bed, seven kisses underneath the Mistletoe, six invites to a Christmas Eve bash, five appointments to a Muggle dentist, four boiled eggs, three single Lilies, two detentions and a bottle of shampoo:

It was almost the night of the Christmas Eve party and I was sat at the Slytherin table trying to think of a way to go there. This was the first time I was thinking about rebelling against the school's rules. I was about to eat my scrambled eggs when Potter and Black approached the table.

"What do you two want?" Fleurdelice asked looking up from her copy of Witch Weekly. That was all the girl read. Regulus seemed to glare at his brother also.

"We just wanted to give Snape this," Potter said giving me a blank piece of parchment. Was this some sort of joke?

"Oh," Black leant forward with a grin lowering his voice, "You think we'd show you something without the proper provisions." Taking out his wand, Black looked around the Great Hall before tapping lightly on the parchment. "I Solemnly Swear that I am up to no good," he whispered. I watched as something red appeared on the sheet.

"Its the Marauders' Map," Potter explained in the same tone as his friend. "We're it to you for one night so you can go to the ball."

"What about you two?"

"Oh, us? We know the map by heart as we created it," he chuckled lightly.

SS

That evening I had managed to bypass Mrs Norris and Filch to go to this party's location on the seventh floor. When I entered the room, music hit by ears straight away. Fleurdelice floated over to me and I fixed her with a suspicious stare.

"Before you asked, it was not my idea." She stared over pointedly towards blonde male. "It's Artemis Montague who thought of the thing. Stupid idiot enjoys getting drunk and socialising."

"Montague is above idiocy," I replied nodding my head towards the older Slytherin. Montague smirked and went back to chatting up a pretty Slytherin girl. Fleurdelice giggled lightly.

"He is quite handsome, Severus. Oh right, I've got to meet someone. Later, Sev." She practically floated away amongst the crowd. An arm found its way around my shoulders. I turned to see an embarrassed looking Black.

"What do you want?" I snapped.

"Why did you ignore my invitations?"

"You? I thought Montague sent those invites, Black."

"Well, I told him about wanting to plan a party so he helped. Anyway, I sent the invites."

"Why would you do that?"

"Because I thought I would be nice for a change."

"Nice?" I repeated with uncertainty. "You're never nice to me."

"I know," he replied, his brow furrowing in annoyance. "I truly have no idea. Maybe I want to be your friend, or perhaps its pity?" Black then sighed dramatically before moving away. I frowned wondering what on was going on.

Author Notes:

Late I know but was it worth it? Please tell me. Until the next time,

Chelsea Leigh aka Rinnie10