Emerald and Howlite Eyes

Chapter 7: The Mirror, Desires, and Christmas

First and foremost, I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in a while. I recently took my SAT and used the week to study for it. I'll be back with 1-3 updates per week again. Thank you for understanding and I hope you enjoy the chapter!

- The-Songbird-Who-Wrote

Severus was looking forward to Christmas. It had been a long time since he had someone to spend the holidays with. The last person he had spent it with was with Lily. He still kept the last gift he had received from her, a scrapbook filled with pictures, muggles, and wizards. They were pictures of Severus or Lily or even both of them. Some even had pictures of Severus' mother, before she passed, while some had pictures of Lily's parents. The scrapbook is Severus' most prized possession. Besides Harry, the scrapbook was the only memory Severus would have of Lily.

Although, it was concerning was Draco had told him that he would be returning to Malfoy Manor and wished to celebrate Christmas with him and Harry. Draco had told him the reason why, and Severus was proud of the boy. It was good that Draco was able to form his own thoughts and ideals about the pureblood traditions. More so, he was glad that the boy would not grow to become a mini-Lucius. But he rather didn't enjoy the fact that Draco would be intruding on his and Harry's first Christmas, especially Harry's. But what's done is done. Thankfully, Severus had one more spare room in Spinner's End to allow Draco to use.

Severus already knew what to give Harry. It would be Harry's greatest gift he knew with a gentle smile gracing his lips. He hopes that Harry would accept it when the time comes.

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Harry did not know what to get for his friends and Professor Snape. He knew what they all liked, but he didn't want his gift to be generic at all. He wanted his gifts to be special and unique to each of his friends, especially for Professor Snape. Harry sighed as he walked to Defense. Speaking of which, the headaches in the class we're getting worse. It was more painful when Harry accidentally touched his scar while rubbing his sore head. He had yet talked to Professor Snape about this matter ever since school started. He had forgotten to tell the man after the troll incident, worry over his leg wound made Harry forget.

Well, I'll tell him during the Christmas holiday. Harry thought as he almost reached Defense. He was about to turn the corner when he was stopped by Weasley, named Ron, and his Gryffindor friends.

"Well well well," Ron started with a sneer on his face. "look what we have here boys. A stupid Puff."

Harry's face started to blush.

"I'm not a stupid Puff! If anything, you're a Gryffindor arse." Harry stated as he looked around the corridors. It was all empty. The only living presence was Harry along with Weasley and his lackeys. At most, his words did not affect the Gryffindors in front of him.

"What's wrong, Puff? Looking for your boyfriend?" Finnegan stated as he snickered into his hand.

"Boyfriend?" Harry didn't know what they meant by such a question, but Harry did not want to find out. Unfortunately, fate had other plans for him.

"Malfoy, you git. You're always leeching off of him. Why? I'm sure you have more than enough money and fame than Malfoy. You're quite the leech, aren't you?" Harry felt himself getting angry. He was mad at Weasley for saying such degrading words at him, especially towards Draco's worth too.

"Draco is not my boyfriend. He is my best friend who I cherish. If anyone is leeching, it might be you seeing how you're always looking at me with those troll eyes of yours." Harry hated violence, even if was through words. Harry first hand knew how much words can hurt. But Hermione had told him that sometimes, you have to use hurtful words to get people to leave you alone.