Written In The Stars -[Harry Potter xFem!Oc]

Chapter Thirteen: Secret Longings.

It was mid-December and she still hadn't sent a letter to her mum since Harry's first quidditch match. One morning Hogwarts woke up covered in snow and the few owls that dared to deliver their letters had to be taken care of afterwards, so Hedwig couldn't leave the castle unless they wanted her to get sick.

Harry was staying for Christmas, so she decided to send a short apologetic letter telling her mum that she'd decided to stay, explaining that she wanted to see the Christmas feast.

She didn't tell her about the troll or the incident during the Quidditch match, or the Slytherin boy that she had befriended. What started as something innocent soon turned into a secret retaliation to her mum for keeping her a whole decade in the dark.

Mel sent letters to her uncle as well, they were all a good amount of boring in case her mum asked about the news he was getting from her. It was the first time she would be away from her family during Christmas but to be honest, she only half-regretted it.

The last week of school, while they were leaving the dungeons after the potions lesson, the kids ran into Hagrid holding a large fir tree.

"Hi, Hagrid, want any help?" Ron asked.

"Nah, I'm all right, thanks, Ron."

"Would you mind moving out of the way?" Malfoy asked in annoyance, "Are you trying to earn some extra money, Weasley? Hoping to be gamekeeper yourself when you leave Hogwarts, I suppose – that hut of Hagrid's must seem like a palace compared to what your family's used to."

The boy had been acting worse than usual after the match, upset about the score and wanting to upset them twice as much. The boys managed to remain indifferent to his rude comments, but they were slowly losing their patience.

Ron grabbed ahold of Malfoy's collar at the exact moment Snape appeared at the end of the stairs. Hermione tried to stop her friend but she wasn't fast enough.

"WEASLEY!"

"He was provoked, Professor Snape," said Hagrid, "Malfoy was insultin' his family."

"Be that as it may, fighting is against Hogwarts rules, Hagrid," said Snape neutrally, "Five points from Gryffindor, Weasley, and be grateful it isn't more. Move along, all of you."

"And you're not going to punish Malfoy for his acts?" Mel asked in disbelief.

"Miss Dumbledore, I would recommend you to think twice before speaking like that to a Professor," He growled at her, "I said, move along."

"Just leave it," Hermione whispered, avoiding Snape's glare.

"I'll get him," said Ron, once they were out of sight, "one of these days, I'll get him –"

"Yeah, and you'd only get punished for it," Mel huffed, "he's so unfair! Malfoy's a bloody rat and he knows it!"

"I hate them both," said Harry, "Malfoy and Snape."

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

The children followed Hagrid, and they were certainly not disappointed in what they found.

"How many days you got left until yer holidays?" Hagrid asked.

"Just one," said Hermione. "And that reminds me – we've got half an hour before lunch, we should be in the library"

"Oh yeah, you're right," said Ron.

"The library?" said Hagrid, following them out of the Hall. "Just before the holidays? Bit keen, aren't yeh?"