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immaPairing: Draco/Neville
Rating: PG or G (dunno - not usually that low *grins*)
Wordcount: 150
"On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me..."
What the hell... Draco was fuming publicly. Well, not fuming. More like, exploding gradually. Snape had *not* just teamed him with Gryffindork Longbottom, he muttered to his croonies, dislike almost too vehement. Bloody useless twit, if anybody asked him, and they did. More fit for degnoming than making potions, he said...
"You dork, chopped, not crushed!" Draco rolled his eyes and snorted.
"Sorry" Neville sounded meek, the glint in his eyes although another story . Draco caught it. A strong glare. Neville looked away.
Stirring carefully, Neville was interrupted again by a loud yell. "Dammit!! You have to let it cool!" Draco sweared loudly.
"Mr. Malfoy! No swearing in my class! Detention, 8 pm, my office!" Dark voice sending shivers through the blond Slytherin.
Class ended. Brushing by Neville, Draco whispered, a faint blush coloured the Gryffindor's cheeks. Anything for Draco and this was only the first day of Christmas.
