“Have a good holiday Harry,” I murmured into his ear as I was saying goodbye to my mates. It was now Christmas break and many students of Hogwarts were already waiting in the Entrance Hall. Severus told me that I could stay at his Manor for the holidays with him, and with that I unfortunately had to leave Harry behind. “be good and don’t cause mischief please. The present I bought you will help you, so read it Harry,”
“You got me a present?!” He looked shocked and apprehensive, as if he didn’t believe that it was possible. I looked at him funny. Of course I would have got him a present; he is my friend after all! However, over the last few days, I had encountered a strange feeling of protectiveness like a lioness has towards her cubs.
“Of course Harry, dear.” I murmured once more hugging him. I looked at the clock as it chimed and broke the embrace. “I have to go Harry. Have fun with Ron and the twins. I lo- I hope you have lovely holidays,” I rushed out. I was about to tell Harry Potter that I loved him! How weird is that? The weirdest thing about it is that I really do love Harry. I feel that looking out for him and the other two thirds of the Golden Trio has bought me closer to them.
Not necessarily in the sense that I was hoping but still it did. But now as I think about it, I don’t mind that at all. I feel close to Harry. I know that something about Harry’s home life is not right, but right now, I don’t want to ruin his holidays by telling him that I noticed something was off.
“Bye and thank you Carol!” Harry exclaimed happily, grinning like a Mad Hatter at me. I waved to him once again as I stood in the doorway, before spinning on my heels and rushing towards the dungeons for my muchly appreciated holidays. I smiled in glee as I thought about all the activities I would be doing with Severus that would bring us much closer together; kissing, building snowmen, decorating the Christmas tree, cuddling on the sofa in the luminous light of the warm fireplace.
I sighed in bliss. In all my thinking, I didn’t notice the figure that was walking straight into me. Or rather me walking straight into him. I bumped into him hard, sending both of us to the floor. I crashed my bum pretty hard and there was a slight pain there. Nothing that couldn’t be fixed with Murlap.
“Watch where you’re going you filthy Mudblood!” snarled the arrogant voice of Draco Malfoy. I stuck my nose in the air snobbishly after picking myself up and thought about how could an eleven-year old be so stuck up and ignorant.
“For your information Mister Malfoy, I am not a Muggleborn, and even if I was a Muggleborn, you would have no right in calling me a Mudblood, for this term is only used by stuck up little boys that have more money than they’re worth it like yourself and your bastard of a father.” I said somewhat hotly. I as an older person than this little boy will be treated with the respect I am entitled to.
“You have my sincerest apologies for crashing into you, but I wont bow down to you, for you are not worth it,” I added as a matter of fact. With that I stalked off down the cold corridor, without looking back.
“My father will hear about this!” I heard an angry and humiliated shout behind me. At once, I turned around and stormed towards the blond boy.
I pointed my index finger at him and punctured every word as if it was a sword, “I. Will. Not. Be. Threatened. By. An. Eleven. Year. Old. Capuche?”
He looked scared for a few minutes before getting red in the face and nodding his head ever so slightly. I felt satisfaction over the little accomplishment – showing a Malfoy where his place is. If only it was that easy with the older Malfoy… Lucius and I hadn’t had a good past for when I was in my first year, my grandmother was invited to the Christmas ball at the Malfoy Manor as she was one of the powerful Ministry officials. I remember when our animosity started…
I was wearing a stunning emerald green dress that clashed colours with my hair. My red waves were tamed and cascaded down onto the girlish dress, as a big emerald bow held them in place from entering my eyes. My pale skin looked even paler in the bright light of the diamond chandeliers; my lips as red as ripe cherries that are ready to be devoured and consumed with pleasure, were covered with delicate lipstick.
|Alan Rickman||as Severus Snape|