It Started With A Closet. . . A Drarry Fic (No Smut!!!)

Day Twelve--Christmas!!! Part One

True to her word, Abigail woke up at 5:45 A.M. Christmas day.

Hexa, however, was already awake, writing.

"Up up up!" Abigail demanded. "Time to get ready!"

The two did indeed arrive at breakfast at seven A.M.

Harry and Draco sat next to one another, chatting until they saw the two girls come up.

"Wow. . ." was the most that Draco could manage, and Harry just sat there with his mouth slightly agape for a moment before also saying, "Hexa, you look. . . different. In a good way, of course. . . You both look extraordinary today. . ."

Abigail was wearing a gold dress with gauze over it, and a red ribbon around her midsection. She was wearing golden bell earrings and glittering high heels, accompanied by gold eye shadow, a matching shade of lipstick, brown eyeliner, thick mascara, and a thin layer of blush laced with tiny gold sparkles to make her skin look shimmery. (Her hair looks like the one on the left (ignore the color): http://www.americansforenergy.us/wp-content/uploads/2018/01/1515237451-formal-curly-hairstyles-for-long-hair-prom-curly-hairstyle-for-long-hair-prom-hairstyles-long-curly-hair.jpg). Her nails were painted bright red.

While Abigail looked like fire, Hexa looked the exact opposite with her light brown boots up to her silver updo. (A/N  It looks like this, I can't describe hair for the life of me (ignore the color): http://weddbook.com/media/2680239/bridal-headpiece-bridal-halo-for-updo-hair-vine-freshwater-pearl-wreath-bridal-hair-accessories-demi-halo-back-of-head-wedding-comb). She was wearing a long, silver dress, contrary to Abigail's, which only went down to her knees. It went down to her ankles, and there was intricate white, sparkling swirls from the shins to the bottom of the dress. A pale, almost silver blue ribbon was around her midsection as well, but instead of tied in the front like Abigail's, it was tied in the back. Her earrings were dangling (once again contrary to Abigail) feathers almost two inches long. She had the thinnest layer of blush on, a nice rosy color to contrast all the winter colors, some mascara, and those stick-on sparkles that were at the corners of her eyes---three in a line on each side. Her nails were icy blue, with white snowflakes painted expertly onto the thumbs and little gems in the middle of them. The only really recognizable thing about her were her boots, her silver hair, and her bag that was always slung over her shoulder no matter what.

As soon as the two sat down, saying their thank yous, Zack and Deven came into the hall together. Hexa smiled and waved them over.

Zack took a seat on one side of Hexa, and Deven sat across from him next to Harry.

"So, when are we going to open presents?" Harry asked.

"Mail's coming" was Hexa's response, and sure enough, in came the owls.

Instead of a package with the same elegant numbers scrawled on the wrapping, an envelope that bared no name was dropped in front of Harry.

"Is this that secret thing that happens every morning at breakfast?" Abigail asked, mostly to Hexa, as Harry picked it up.

Hexa's eyes were fixed on Harry. "Can I finally tell them now?" she asked, almost in a desperate way.

"Yeah. . ." he said absently as he unfolded the parchment that had been in the envelope, and read the contents.

"Harry has a secret admirer who's been doing the twelve days of Christmas for him," Hexa said in a rush, like she'd been waiting too long to have said anything to anyone else (and in her opinion, she had).

"Awww, that's so cute!" Abigail said. "I so wish someone liked me that much. . ."

"We can't tell anyone though," Hexa said to them. "If the admirer is. . . not someone Harry's romantically interested in, they don't want it spread all over the school because, well, it's embarrassing and we're nice people, so we're not going to do that, got it? It stays between us six, and two of Harry's other best friends that he writes to every day, Ron and Hermione."