Disclamer: Use some common sense. I obviously don't own Harry Potter. It's not "Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone" By Jessie Hiebert. No, its "Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone" By J.K. Rowling.
P.S.- I am making a music video for this story. I have an idea of what I want for the music, but if anyone else has a really good idea for it, I'm willing to here it.
P.P.S.- Does anyone else notic that weird eyebrow thing that Tom Felton does in like, every single movie? It annoys the hell out of me because it makes me wonder if he does it on purpose or if he has a severe eye twitch. It drives me batty everytime I see it because it looks so naughty. Anyways, enjoy the story.
It was Christmas morning. The fog that loomed over the castle a few days ago had cleared, and the moods of the 3 students in the Gryffindor changed too. The moodiness that was there a few days ago was gone. Everything that happened at the shrieking shack seemed forgotten.
"Ron! Draco! Get up! It's Christmas!" Cho was running around the boys dormitory. She pulled open all the curtains and started jumping on Nevilles empty bed.
"Jingle bells, Jingle bells, jingle all the way," she sang at the top of her lungs.
"Bloody hell Cho. Don't you sleep in?" Draco grabbed one of the sheets off the bed that him and Ron were sleeping on and wrapped it around himself.
"Not on Christmas. It's full of excitment and presents, and candy..."
"And obviously coffee," Draco muttered. Cho heard him, and laughed. "Yeah, that too," Cho said, jumping off Nevilles bed, and running over to Ron.
"RON! WAKE UP!" Cho yelled at him. She recieved a grunt in return. She looked over at Draco, who put a finger over his mouth and tip toed over to Ron. He tickled Ron's lower back. Ron jumped, and fell off the bed.
Cho and Draco laughed. "Owwww, my arse," Ron said, making Cho and Draco laugh even harder. "C'mon, get up Ron," Cho said. Ron sighed. "Fine."
Cho left the dormitory so the boys could get dressed. Ron was still half asleep, so Draco left him alone. When they dressed, they went downstairs to join Cho by the fire.
"It's weird how the house elves delivered everything down here. Usually it goes to the foot of your bed," Cho said, sitting in one of the armchairs by the fire. Draco and Ron flopped on either side of the couch. "Well, go ahead Cho, you first," Ron said, looking at Cho.
Cho sat down on the floor, and slid herself over to the presents. She began sorting the presents, placing hers by her side and throwing the others and Ron or Draco, depending on who it was for. They opened all their presents, with the occasional 'ooh' or 'ahh' or 'thank you.'
After all the presents were open, Cho was still sitting on the floor, sorting her every flavor beans, and Ron and Draco were looking through Draco's new copy of 'Quidditch through the ages.'
"Cho, what on earth are you doing?" Ron was staring at her.
"I'm sorting the colors, that way when I try one, and I don't like it, I can chuck the rest." Cho was concentrating, so Ron didn't ask her anymore questions. Instead, he chuckled and read the book some more.
They looked through their presents some more. They chatted and just goofed off in general, and at 12:00 they went down to the great hall for Christmas Tea.
Hermione yawned, and stretched out. She had ended up in Dudleys t-shirt again. She flipped over on her side to see a pair of green, almond shaped eyes staring at her. Harry wrapped his arms around Hermione. "Merry Christmas sweetheart," he whispered, kissing her on the cheek.
"Merry Christmas to you too," she whispered, kissing him on the lips. They held their embrace for a while, until Harry got up to got up to go to the bathroom. Hermione sat up and looked over at the Christmas tree. There were two neat little piles of presents. Hermione assumed that Harry stayed up last night, and waited for the owls to show up with the presents, so he could put them under the tree.
Harry came out of the bathroom, and beckoned Hermione to come and sit down by the tree. She grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around herself. She joined Harry on the floor, and Harry lit a fire.
"O.K. Your opening this one last," Harry said, pulling the little box containing the locket beside him. "Why?" Hermione was trying to pull the box away from Harry, but he put it under the chair beside the fire.
"No, wait." Harry stuck is tongue out at Hermione. Hermione reached up and grabbed a pillow from the bed. She hit him with it.
"That is not getting you no where," Harry teased. He placed a larger present, from Ron, in front of her. "Open these presents first," he said. Hermione pulled the paper of the present from Ron. He got her a box of chocolate cauldrons. She opened the box and began nibbling on one.
"Your turn, go on," Hermione said, through a mouthful of chocolate. Harry grabbed his present from Ron and pulled off the paper. Ron had gotten Harry a new canister of broom handle polish.
They opened the rest of their presents, until all the ones under the tree were gone. Harry smiled. "O.K. turn around and close your eyes." Hermione smiled back, covered her eyes, and turned away from Harry. He pulled the silver locket out of the box. The pendant was shaped like a heart. He undid the clasp and placed it around Hermione's neck.
"O.K open your eyes." Hermiones eyes opened and her small delicate hands went to her neck. She felt the pendant, and undid the small clasp that held the locket closed. When she opened it a massive amount of silver and gold sparkles spilled out. The sparkles landed on Hermiones lap, and a million butterflies starting flying out of it. When the butterflies stopped, rose petals started falling out of the small spot in the necklace.
"Things will continue coming out when it was open," Harry said as Hermione shut the clasp. Hermione smiled, and laughed when she saw the mixture of rose petals and sparkles on her legs, and floor. Harry laughed as well, and helped Hermione up from the floor. The glitter and rose petals on her legs fell to the floor as she stood up.
The butterflies flew around the top of the room, and burst into a puff of glitter after a few minutes. Harry and Hermione laughed as the rainbow glitter coated the room.
"Thank you Harry," Hermione said, staring into Harry's eyes. Harry smiled, and looked down at his shoes. "No problem," he mumbled. He and Hermione had spent all that time together, and he still couldn't look her in the eye when he gave her something. Hermione cupped Harry's chin in her hand and kissed him lightly on his soft lips.
Harry smiled, but turned away from Hermione. There was a record player sitting on the table beside them, and Harry turned it on. From there, he wrapped his arms around Hermiones waist and she placed her hands on Harry's shoulders. Hermione rested her head on Harry's shoulder. "You make me feel special," she whispered.
"Because you are special," Harry answered. They danced around the room slowly, even after the record stopped. Hermione's cheeks burned red because of the tempurature in the room. Harry grabbed his wand and put the fire out. Hermione smiled, "Thanks," she said.
"No problem," Harry replied, a smile on his face as well. Hermione laughed. "Whats so funny?" Harry asked.
"Oh, nothing," Hermione said. Her face lit up and she laughed some more. Harry didn't question her anymore, instead, he kissed her, deeply. Hermione's eye's stayed open from shock for a few seconds, but closed as she sunk into Harry's body.
Ron and Draco went for a walk around the black lake. Cho decided to stay in the gryffindor common room, because her caffiene buzz had worn off. It was O.K. though, because Ron and Draco wanted a little time alone anyway. It had been an akward silence for the first little bit, but Draco broke it.
"Are you ready for the final battle?" Draco was watching his feet.
"I don't really know. I mean, even if we are ready, how are we going to know?"
"I don't know, maybe there is a sign..."
"What sort of sign?" Ron was curious to here Dracos views. He had always heard the rumors that Draco was superstitious, but he never believed them.
"It's impossible to tell, until it happens. When it happens, you just know"
"I suppose." There was a silence for a few minutes.
"If you survive, what do you want to do?" Draco was looking at his shoes again. He and Ron both cringed at the thought of not living after the final battle.
"I'm not sure. I mean, I guess I just want to settle down. I'll have a job of course, but I mean, I never really thought that out."
They walked in silence for a few minutes more, looking at each other occasionally, then Draco spoke up.
"I never even got a chance to choose what I was going to do for my future. I was marked right from the beginning..." Draco pulled up his sleeve, revealing that same skull, with the serpent tongue that Ron had seen so many times before.
Ron didn't look at Draco. He didn't want to stare into those cold grey eyes, those cold grey eyes. Draco continued on, "If I was given the choice, I would have definitely chose to be something else, maybe even an auror. I hate my dad for what he did to me. He deserves to be where he is now."
There was silence again. Ron really wanted to ask Draco what his father did, but he decided against it. Draco looked at Ron. "He treated me exactly like he treated Dobby. I was kicked down stairs, burned," Draco whispered. Ron finally decided to look up, seeing tears running down the blondes cheeks. Ron stopped, and grabbed Draco's hand.
"It's O.K. he is gone now, he won't get out of Azkaban, never. He will rot in there." Ron squeezed Draco's hand for reassurance. Draco looked at Ron, and smiled.
"I wasn't even supposed to come to Hogwarts. My mom fought for me to go here though. He treated her just as badly." Draco shivered.
"Then why didn't you just leave?" Ron asked. They started walking again, hand in hand. Draco sighed. "I don't know, It just never really occured to me until after he went to Azkaban. I can't leave now though, not without my mom."
Ron nodded. "I may be one of the 7 kids in my family, but I could never hate my mom, not like Percy does." Ron could feel Draco tense up. "Is something wrong?"
"I don't want to talk about it, at least, not yet."
Ron really wanted to know what Draco was worrying about. He didn't press on the subject though. Instead, they finished their walk around the lake, and headed back to the common room for a nap.
When they reached the dormitory, Draco fell asleep easily, but Ron stayed awake.
Dear Journal,
I am worried about Draco. Why couldn't he tell me what he was worried about? As soon as I mentioned Percy, and the fight with mum, he tensed up, and didn't want to talk anymore. I am respecting his wishes, and not asking him about it, but I am so curious. I wish he would be comfortable enough to open up to me. I'm not going to press the subject though. I still want to tell Harry about the final battle, but if I tell him, he will ask questions. There is no way I can lie to him without him finding out. Ever since you-know-who returned, everyone tells him everything. Kind of like the time when that stupid thick head Colin Creevy told Harry about me and Cho going to the dormitory together. That kid has been making me mad since the second year. He was always trying to take Harry's picture, but he ended up getting me a couple times. I've seen those picture around the school...
Ron Weasley
Alright, So, I really want to know what everyone thinks of this chapter, just to make sure that I am staying on the right track.
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