How Malfoy Stole Christmas

A/N: just a Drabble to aid my procrastination! This ignores the fact that students go home for Christmas break. Popped into my mind after spending a while day stringing up lights. Enjoy :)

Every wizard

Down at Hogwarts

Liked Christmas a lot

But pale as a blizzard

Draco Malfoy did not!

Malfoy despised Christmas! The whole cheerful season! Everyone wondered why, no one quite knew the reason.

"Now they're hanging their stockings, they're going to bed. With sickly sweet dreams, playing in their heads!

I must find a way, and I must find it soon, to stop Christmas from coming, my impending doom."

Malfoy hmmed and he hummed, he hummed and he hawed, his head heating up, his composure thawed.

Then he got an idea.

An awful idea.

A wonderful, awful, brilliant idea!

"I know what to do," he chuckled in his throat.

Then he conjured a little red hat and a coat.

"Now all I need is a reindeer, a pet just for show."

And he happened to see Crookshanks below.

His planning now complete, he crept on silent feet, down the stairs, through the dungeon, no obstacle could compete.

Malfoy stalked through the castle without care, not noticing the paintings had started to stare.

"My first stop," Malfoy said grinning a grinchy smile,

"Is the Hufflepuff dorm; this will hardly take a while."

Malfoy cast a charm on the hidden door, and it swung open: "My what a bore."

And entering the common room, he stripped it bare. He removed every present, every wreath, every hair.

He vanished the decor with a simple spell, but entered to the kitchens, attracted to a smell.

What greeted him was beyond belief, a luxurious feast. His stomach growled in relief.

Draco helped himself to the Hufflepuff's meal. He finished it off with passion and zeal.

Chuckling to himself and leaving the room, Malfoy flew off as if on a broom.

He arrived at the next, studious house. He let himself in, quiet as a mouse.

He wasted no time in clearing the tower. He'd show Ravenclaw some real Slytherin power!

"And last but definitely least," he thought with a sneer. "Poor little Gryffindor, the ones 'without' fear."

He snuck past the snoozing Fat Lady.

Draco Malfoy really was incredibly shady.

Just as he'd started to vanish the tree, Malfoy blinked twice at what he could see.

The Gryffindor Princess had entered the room. Malfoy could feel it, could sense his doom.

"Draco?" She mumbled with a tired stare.

Malfoy took in her appearance, rumpled clothes, messy hair.

And before he could stop, he propelled himself forward.

He held her in his arms and did something untoward.

He leaned down and captured her lips.

First gently, then with a vice-like grip.

And Hermione kissed back, with all of her might.

And she claimed that Malfoy's heart grew three sizes that night.

Maybe Christmas, he realized, doesn't come from a store.

Maybe Christmas perhaps means a little bit more!

He conjured the presents, he conjured the feast.

And he, (he himself!) carved the roast beef.