Author's Note : So basically, Mary is going to try hard to get closer to Severus. But how far will she go? Review, Review, Review!

Chapter Two

The next morning was finally Christmas morning. The whole house woke up early ad ran down to our common room. In the middle of the room, under the large Christmas tree, presents were stuffed underneath.

Everyone ran down, pushing one another. Young or old they wanted to get their presents. I dug through the presents, and found three. I grinned and went back up to the room and bounced onto my bed. One of the presents were in a small box, one in a medium box and one in a large small box. I read the names of whom gave them to me. One was marked anonymous- while one was from my parents, the last one was marked from Parkinson. I cringed. I hated that guy.

I opened the one from my parents first- in the medium box. I pulled off the wrapped paer and pulled out a navy blue cardigan. I grinned, folded it and set it to the side. Next, I opened the small one. A letter fell out and I quickly read it:

Dear Lonely MacDonald,

You know, we doubt you'll ever find love .I mean look at you! So , maybe this will help you out. Ha Ha!

Sincerely, Parkinson.

I frowned. What a git. I mean come on? Why did he hate me so much. I pulled off tissuep paper from a round objext. Wrapped in it was a perfume bottle. I read it, which read Love potion. It wasn't perfume at all. I knotted my eyes brows angrly, and pulled out paper and a quick.

Dear Mr. Bitch Face, I wrote.

Its so nice that you gave me such a wonderful gift. Too bad I won't be using it on you. So , don't give your hopes off. Your too round for me. Like Santa. Except I like him. Bye Now.

Sincerely, MacDonald

P.S. Your pretty ugly.

I sniggered and gave it to a random owl that sat on the window ledge.

"Parkinson." I said before it flew off with the note.

I sat back down before I opened the small, long box marked anonymous. I didn't recgonize the handwritting, so I shrugged and unwrapped it. I pulled off a white case top, and inside, a long white silver necklace laid lightly on the box. At the bottom of the necklace, was a silver key. I rolled it in between my fingers before I slipped it on.

A note floated out of no where and I quickly read it over. Something about keeping the key with me at all times, and that I'll need it.

I shrugged and quickly changed into jeans, a grey top and my new cardigan. I put on black boots and walked down to the great hall. I took a seat at the Ravenclaw table and looked over towards the Slytherin's table. I caught Severus. He had looked up at me. I swear! But looked down when I looked up. Next to him, an angry Parkinsn loked over at me angrly, shouted at his friends of what I've done passing around the letter.

Somehow, Snape ended up reading it. He seemed to snicker before putting it down and looking at me. ' Merry Christmas!' I mouthed to him. He just looked away. As he did so, I swear I saw a small grin.

I ate breakfast quickly before taking my bag of books and myself down to the library. I took a seat at the far back table that was hidden behind book cases. On it, sat a book wrapped in gold material with a blue ribbon. I read the name tag. Mary MacDonald. What the? I opened it quickly, reading the note first this time

Dear Mary,

I saw your note that you wrote to Parkinson. Nice one, now as promised- here is one thing you shall need that key for. You might be needing it more so don't get rid of it just yet.

Sincerely, Anonymous.

I blinked, and pulled out a small locked box. I quickly grabbed the key off my neck and opened the box. Inside, a silver hair clip sat. The design- a large butterfly. I smiled before I slipped it into my hair, adjusting it.

I couldn't help but blush, who had give me such a gift? A secret admirer? Severus Snape. I hope. I frowned. I highly doubted out. I stuffed the note in my bag, and pulled out a piece of parchment and quil.

Dear Anonymous,

I really wished I knew who you were and why you were giving me these things. Surely, not a secret admirer. Aha, well... Thank you for these two wonderful gifts. They are both beautiful. You seem like a lovely person.

Sincerely, Mary Allison MacDonald.

P.S. Merry Christmas. (:

I folded the note and put it on the table before gathering my things. I as about to leave when I spotted Severus. My eyes gleamed and I quickly paced over.

" Severus! " I called.

He turned quickly taken by surprise by the informality.

" Its Snape." He simply said.

" Sorry... Well, have a good Christmas. Would you like to go to lunch with me later? Or perhaps hang out?" I asked, trying not to sound desperate.

" I'm quite busy. Good day now." He turned, adn quickly paced off.

I frowned slightly as he walked away. Why was he giving me the cold shoulder? Was I really annoying? And why do I care what he thinks? Do I perhaps like him? No. Of course not.

But then again. Who am I kidding?