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13 Days of Christmas (Day 2) [Dec. 14th, 2015|05:30 pm]
SS Tree Snake: Neville Longbottom/Pansy Parkinson

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Title: 13 Days of Christmas (Day 2)
Character Pairing: Neville/Pansy
Previous Parts: [1]
Prompt: The Decline of All Things
Rating: G
Word Count: 418
Summary: Pansy doesn’t want to celebrate Christmas, but Draco refuses to let her mope.
Author's Notes: I went more for the feeling of the prompt on this one, instead of using the actual words.
Link to Prompt Table: Here


The first Christmas after the war was approaching, and Pansy did her best to ignore it. She was alive and still at Hogwarts, but she had trouble being happy about even those things. Hogwarts looked as though a battle had never been fought there and everything went on as it had in their younger years. The castle was decorated beautifully, snow was falling, the food was filled with all her favorite holiday flavours, but it was as though she watched it all through a thick mist.

It wasn’t only her.

After so much death, many students had trouble moving on as though Christmas was something to celebrate. Which was why the teachers created the voluntary gift-exchanged. She flicked her wand and burnt the fourth parchment bearing her name.

‘I’m not participating.’

Draco rolled his eyes and wrote out her name again. ‘You need some holiday cheer.’

‘Then buy me something.’ When he didn’t responded she continued, ‘Who ever gets me will probably hex my gift.’

‘I open them for you.’

‘Why don’t you just put your own name in there then?’

‘I already have, Pansy.’

She tapped her quill against her Potions essay. ‘It won’t let you put my name in there anyway.’ She gestured to the goblet. ‘There is a charm around it.’

‘You’ll put it in there.’

Pansy snorted. ‘I will </i>not</i>.’

He smirked at her then and after folding the parchment and handing it to her said, ‘You will, or I’m giving your journal to Longbottom for some light reading.’

She gasped in outrage and then thought better of it. ‘You can’t get into my room, you’re a boy. You don’t have my journal—besides, why would I care if he reads it?’

‘Queenie owed me a favour, and—there is no use lying to me, Pansy, I’ve already read it.’

‘Where is it?’ she demanded.

Draco put his arm around her and squeezed her shoulder in an attempt to calm her. ‘Safe. Go enter your name and I’ll give it back.

Weighing her options, she glared at him, and then kicked his ankle as she stood up to throw the parchment into the goblet. Her journal lay on top of her essay when she got back to sit next to him. She saw him smiling out of the corner of her eye, but refused to look at him.

She’d better not get a cursed packaged out of this.

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