So-um-after that happened, we stayed in the common room a little longer until Scarlette walked in.
"Ugh, finally, your done snogging. I think the Christmas dinner should be starting soon." She said.
"What? Already?!" I said, standing up off the couch. "How?"
"We slept in, you've been in this common room for about an hour, and the feast starts in like half an hour."
"Oh. Well then I better get dressed...." I said, glancing down at my Weasley sweater.
I love it, but it's not for the public eye, aka the gryffindorks and some other kids that decided to stay at Hogwarts.
-time skip-
After I got dressed and Draco put on his gallon of hair gel, me, him, and Scarlette walked to the Great Hall.
"You know, I liked your hair before. It looked nice without all that gel." I said, walking up the dungeon stairs.
"Correction: it looked messy before all this gel." He said, touching his hair all self-consciously.
We walked into the Great Hall, and it looked like everyone was already there, pigging out.
The hall's ceiling was covered in thick streamers of holly and mistletoe. There were multiple frost-covered trees, and warm, dry snow was enchanted to fall down.
I sat next to Scarlette, and Draco sat across from us. Crabbe and Goyle were obviously already here, stuffing their faces.
"Ew, take a look at Potter's outfit." Malfoy said rather loudly. I turned to look and saw he was wearing a Weasley sweater.
"I'm the only one who can make it look good." I smirked.
Nothing that amazing happened, so we left soon after dessert.
We walked back to the common room, and Scarlette buried her nose in one of her new books.
Me and Draco cuddled-I mean-sat totally normally next to each other. Yea, totally weren't all snuggly wuggly or anything.
Ok... we were.
Scarlette didn't hesitate to fake gag every few minutes, but I didn't blame her.
And Draco showed me this hilarious newspaper article, I started wheezing. I showed it to Scarlette, who also wheezed.
It said:
INQUIRY AT THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC
Arthur Weasley, Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office, was today fined fifty Galleons for bewitching a Muggle car.
Mr. Lucius Malfoy, a governor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where the enchanted car crashed earlier this year, called today for Mr. Weasley's resignation.
"Weasley has brought the Ministry into disrepute," Mr. Malfoy told our reporter. "He is clearly unfit to draw up our laws and his ridiculous Muggle Protection Act should be scrapped immediately."
Mr. Weasley was unavailable for comment, although his wife told reporters to clear off or she'd set the family ghoul on them.
My idiot father, I'm glad he payed up.
Although him and Mum are probably super broke now, more then before.
"I gotta go get Crabbe and Goyle, they'll get a kick out of this." Draco said, getting up from beside me. I whined as he left the common room, and Scarlette rolled her eyes.
"Honestly, Alex, get over it."
"But I miss him so muuuccchhh!"
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Damnit, Weasley!
Fanfiction~A Draco Malfoy Love Story~ You may be familiar with the story of Harry Potter, and how he survived the Dursley's, Voldemort, and being a third wheel. However, this is not his story. This is the story of Alexandra Weasley, Ron's twin sister. In this...
