A/N: I told you guys I was going to write a Dramione Christmas story! And it's in the twelve days, like I said. The last chapter will be posted on Christmas. Stay tuned!

Disclaimer: I own nothing of J.K. Rowling's. I only own the plot, and even that is so highly predictable that I may not own it at all.

his christmas list.

CHAPTER ONE: CHOOSING A TREE.

"Merlin, why does it have to be so cold?" Draco Malfoy grumbled as he trudged through the snow. Hermione Granger walked in front of him, ignoring his complaints. All she'd heard during the entire evening was the winter wind and Malfoy's mutterings.

"Granger," he groaned.

"What?" said Hermione, turning around to face him. Her hair whipped around her face, and her cheeks were pink with cold.

"I said, why can't we just Apparate?"

Hermione frowned at him. "We Apparated half the way, Malfoy! We just got here, and I think we could do with a little snow and cold." She sniffed importantly, turned back around, and continued.

Draco felt like setting her hair on fire, but he didn't.

"And anyway, it's only the Forbidden Forest. We could've walked from the grounds to here, honestly."

"Why's it called the Forbidden Forest if it's not forbidden?" Draco growled grumpily, walking a little faster to catch up with her. "Whoever named it should get a smack in the face."

"And I'm sure that you'll give Rowena Ravenclaw a smack in the face." said Hermione, only because she wanted Draco to know that she knew who named the forest.

"Merlin, why do you know that?"

She smirked smugly.

"Granger, that's not something to be proud of."

"And I suppose you're proud of Quidditch and how many girls you've slept with."

Draco held up his hands in surrender. "Whoa, calm down there, Granger. Jealous?"

"You wish." Hermione spat. "Hurry up. It's getting late."

"Granger, this was your idea."

"Shut up!"

"I'm just sayi—"

"Shut up! I wish to hear your voice no longer."

"Granger—"

"The Queen has spoken!"

"Granger, I don't even know what you're saying anymore."

"Ah! We're here." said Hermione abruptly, stopping.

Draco squinted. "How can you tell?"

"Trees are different." Hermione explained shortly. "You choose one, I'll choose one, and then we can vote on it."

"Well, that's stupid. You're obviously going to vote for yours—"

"Fine!" yelled Hermione. "I'll choose one."

So she did. It was a small, dark-green evergreen, with glistening needles. "I think this one is pretty," she announced.

"It's fat." said Draco flatly. "I'm not taking a fat tree."

"You choose one then!" Hermione shouted. "One that's muscular!"

He shot her a dirty look and thoughtfully pondered the trees.

"That one's quite nice." he said, pointing at a slim, tall-ish tree.

"It's thin," Hermione spat.

"It's attractive." Draco corrected. "Learn from it."

She glared at him, but looked the tree over. Unfortunately, it was rather nice. "Okay," she said gruffly. "Now all we need to do is lug it back inside."

"Lug?" repeated Draco in disgust. "What a terrible word. I'm thinking more like, we Apparate, then we Accio it from the forest."

"What if it hit someone?"

"They'd duck."

Hermione tried to take deep breaths. "Okay. We are going to levitate it above us, and carry it inside. Sound good?"

Draco frowned at her. "Do you know how cold I am?"

"No." replied Hermione shortly. "And I neither want to nor care. Do you want to do the spell, or me?"

"You. I'd probably mess it up."

That could have been a compliment, but Hermione didn't dwell on it.

When she pulled out her wand from her pocket however, she gasped. "Well," said Draco unhelpfully.

He pulled out his own wand, and then shrieked. "Granger, what have you done?!"

The wands were frozen solid. "I didn't even know wands could do that!" said Draco, hyperventilating.

"Now what are we supposed to do?" said Hermione, flopping down on a rock.

"I'd thought it be obvious," Draco said, glaring at her. "We run as fast as we can to the castle and go to bed."

"We wouldn't have the tree!"

"Who cares?" Draco roared. "My ass has probably frozen in the span of time we've been here!"

"If we're going back to the castle with hypothermia, might as well have the tree." said Hermione stubbornly.

"You," said Draco, pointing a finger in her face. "are too dedicated to your job."

Draco and Hermione were Head Boy and Head Girl of Hogwarts School, eighth year. Really, it was their ninth, because of the war, but they were kindly allowed to enter back to school with the majority of their class, including Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. They were made their own grade and rooms, and were terribly spoiled by Headmistress McGonagall.

Hermione and Draco had been giving the task of organizing a Christmas ball, and so far, it wasn't going so well.

Draco Malfoy had never really had a real Christmas, and because of this, Hermione was determined to give him one. It was much harder than she had expected, so she had made a list:

1. Choose a tree.

2. Buy Christmas decorations.

3. Make Christmas invitations.

4. Listen to Christmas music.

5. Ice skating.

6. Snowman.

7. Gingerbread house building.

8. Hot chocolate and Christmas stories.

9. Christmas shopping.

10. Baking.

11. Christmas movie marathon.

12. Attend a Christmas ball.

Now, Hermione hadn't done the last one either. She had nicely told Draco that it was going to be an adventure for her too, to which Draco had rudely responded that the adventure could go do something that was bodily impossible for the adventure to do.

Anyway, the two of them had hefted the tree on their shoulders, and Hermione was secretly glad that they hadn't chosen the "fat" tree.

Soon they were dragging it across the snow.

"It stabbed me!"

Hermione ignored him.

Soon, they had reached the door of Hogwarts castle, Hermione panting. Draco had given up halfway and had flopped down on the snow, grabbing the top of the tree. She had dragged both him and the tree all the way to the school.

At the moment, he was singing funeral songs to himself, mostly ones that he had made up, to the tune of some Weird Sisters song.

Hermione banged on the door, and it opened, and she pulled the tree and the boy inside the Great Hall. Thankfully, no one was inside, or else both her and Draco's reputations would've been killed with a few well-thought-out words.

Finally, she reached the end of the hall, opening the far door to the ballroom. She pulled the tree inside and flopped down next to Draco, both of them trailing mud and snow and ice all the way down the Hall's stone floor. They were both covered with dirt and soaked with melted snow.

"Hello," said Draco pleasantly, and she hit him in the face with her melting wand.

After a few blissful moments of peace, they both got up and got to work. Draco cleaned up their mess and Hermione duplicated the tree, strategically placing it in different places of the ballroom.

They stood back and admired their work.

"I did so good," said Draco happily.

But Hermione wasn't listening. She pulled a piece of paper from her pocket and checked off number one, to choose a tree.

Day one wasn't a complete failure.