First Christmas at Hogwarts

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Katrina's POV

"I do feel so sorry," I heard Draco Malfoy say during one of the last potions classes before break, "for all those people who have to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because they're not wanted at home."

"Shut up daddy's boy!" I growled under my breath. I hated when he made fun of Harry. He looked at me and opened his mouth to say something but then surprisingly, chose to stay silent.

I tilted my head and looked at him curiously. He had been doing that a lot lately. Hermione thought it was because he had a crush on me like "all the other boys" but I had laughed and dismissed that ideas as poppycock.


When we left the dungeons at the end of Potions, we found our way blocked by a large fir tree. Two enormous feet stuck out at the bottom and a loud puffing sound told us that Hagrid was behind it.

"Hey, Hagrid, want any help?" I asked, sticking my head through the branches.

"Nah, I'm alright. Thanks, Kat."

"Would you mind moving out of the way?" Came Malfoy's cold drawl from behind us. "Are you trying to earn some extra money, princess? Hoping to be gamekeeper yourself when you leave Hogwarts, I suppose? That hut of his must seem like a palace compared to what you're used to." I dived at Malfoy just as Snape came up the stairs.


I let got off the front of Malfoy's robes.

"She was provoked, Professor Snape," said Hagrid, sticking his huge hairy face out from behind the tree. "Malfoy was insulting' her,"

"Is this true, Malfoy," Snape hissed under his breath as his eyes narrowed.

Malfoy's mumbled something inaudible but Snape got the message. "Detention, Malfoy. Tonight at 8'oclock see me in my office...Katrina, just because you are provoked does not give you the right to start fighting and break school rules - got it?" He said sternly. I nodded my head feeling properly shamed as he strode off down the hall.

"Phewww...I can't believe he didn't give you detention as well!" Exclaimed Ron.

"That's because she's teacher's pet," grinned Harry as he nudged my shoulder.


"Well its true! All the teachers love you! Your the perfect little 'princess'," he said as his grin widened. "Even Peeves loves you!"

"Shut up, Harry! And don't call me that! I don't want that to become my new nickname!" I groaned as I rubbed my temples in frustration.

"I think it's a little too late for that," chuckled Ron.

Sadly he was true. As each day went by, more and more people had started calling me the "Hogwarts Princess". It was utterly ridiculous! I blamed the Weasley Twins for having started the trend but no matter how much I begged and pleaded with them to stop, they wouldn't.

They seemed to find it very funny to bow and scrape every time I entered their view and even went so far as carrying my books to and from classes. Harry, Ron, and Hermione found it hilarious, but I just blushed most of the time.

"Come on, cheer up, Kat! It's nearly Christmas," said Hagrid. "Tell yeh what, come with me an' see the Great Hall, looks a treat."

The Great Hall did indeed look spectacular. Decorations had been put up everywhere and 11 large fir trees were stationed around the room (the 12th was being dragged into the hall by Hagrid).

"Professor Flitwick, would you like some help with that?" I offered as I watched Flitwick levitating ornaments onto the trees.

"Why thank you, Kat! That'd be just lovely," he squeaked out.

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