𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐀 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀

Chapter 13

See the blazing Yule before us,

Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Strike the harp and join the chorus,

Fa la la la la, la la la.

"Deck the Halls", Trad

"I think you two should eat together," Hermione stated on their way to the Great Hall after the choir lesson, talking to himself and Malfoy.

"Why?" Malfoy asked behind her.

"Because you choked on that apple at lunch," she said matter of-factly.

"Don't you think that you are exaggerating a little? It was an apple, not a demon that dragged me under the table to kill me."

"You could have suffocated if Harry hadn't gotten there so quickly."

"Why do I think of Snow White when you're talking about this, Hermione?" Harry asked.

"That's an excellent comparison, Harry! It is like in Snow White."

"Snow is white, what are you referring to?" Malfoy wanted to know.

"It's a Muggle story about a princess that chokes on an apple her stepmother had poisoned. The princess wakes up when some prince kisses her." Harry told him.

"Seriously? A story based around someone choking on an apple? Muggles..."

"Actually, in the original story the stepmother tried to suffocate Snow White with a corset and some other things before the apple." Hermione developed.

"And this story was told to…?"

"Children."

"And you thought our story's were brutal, Hermione," Ron said.

"Back to the original conversation, Potter really doesn't have to sit with me," Malfoy said before Hermione could answer Ron.

"I think you're both underestimating this. Two things have already happened today, so why shouldn't a third?"

"Well, about that, Hermione, it really – " Harry spluttered.

"I think she's right." Parkinson of all people cut Harry off, and Malfoy looked at her with wide eyes.

"I really shouldn't leave you alone so often," he said.

"Shush Draco, I just think that Granger has a point."

"Like I said, this is the second time this month you're agreeing with her."

"And with good reason. Now Potter, you will sit at our table now, and tomorrow at breakfast Draco will sit at yours, and so on."

"I really don't think – " Harry began, but once again someone cut him off.

"Great idea," Hermione said and pushed Harry towards the Slytherin table just as they entered the Great Hall. Nott dragged Harry with him, and he could see over his shoulder Ron fighting valiantly for his freedom, and how Hermione gave him a glare that said this was not up for discussion. Nott led him to the table and made him sit down between Malfoy and himself.

"Your ex looks like she is about to throw something at me," Malfoy whispered in his ear, warm breath sending shivers down his back, and when he looked up he found that yes, Ginny was staring at him and Malfoy with wide, dangerous eyes. He also noted Dean beside her, trying to get her attention, undoubtedly with a good lie about why Harry was sitting next to Malfoy that did not involve them being lovers of some sort.