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SANTA, TELL ME. draco malfoy

( master list )

IN WHICH… Draco Malfoy no longer enjoys Christmas, especially not when he has to stay at Hogwarts while all his friends are gone. But a certain bright-eyed Hufflepuff is glad to keep him company.

( draco x hufflepuff! reader )

“Santa, tell me if he really cares. ‘Cause I can’t give it all away if he won’t be here next year.”

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Draco couldn’t remember when he had started to dislike Christmas. Maybe it was during his second year when he had to stay at Hogwarts for the winter and ever since then, he was required to do the same every year.

Draco mindlessly stared at the wrapped gifts his parents had sent him early. The cold Slytherin room was empty, everybody but Draco at home with their families.

The blond teenager was curled up on the soft couch, listening to the fire crackle and watching as the logs burned. Having had enough of wallowing in self pity, Draco slipped into a thick blazer and walked out of the common room.

He wandered around the halls, the sound of loud and joyful laughter catching his attention. He peeked out of the window, his nose slightly wrinkling when he saw Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. They were with two other girls that weren’t that annoying know-it-all, Hermione Granger.

Draco recognized one of them as Y/N L/N, a Hufflepuff who was unusually good at potions. The other girl was a dark-haired Ravenclaw with a stern beauty that contrasted Y/N’s soft features.

The group of four were playing in the snow, throwing it at each other and laughing when their noses turned red from the cold.

Y/N wore her yellow scarf which sorely clashed with her tight blue and white striped blouse, greyish-brown skirt, and puffy white jacket. She seemed to have fleece lined tights on because she wasn’t shivering.

Draco tore his eyes away from the happy friends and frowned. Even with his companions, they were never that carefree. But how Draco wished they could be. It must be great not having to worry about your every move and who you were friends with, who you liked, and who you were going to marry.

In a way, he envied Y/N. She was a pureblood brought up by muggle parents with no harsh expectations or demands.

On paper, she was a sacred pure but in every Slytherin’s eyes, she would always be an outcast. She was at every prestigious party in her bright and stunning yellow dresses, effortlessly sticking out like a sore thumb.

Draco released a sigh and ran a hand through his blond hair. He didn’t know what to do with Blaise and all his other friends gone. He had heard Nott was going on a trip to Paris. Wonderful.

Pansy was going to Italy.

Crabbe and Goyle were planning to visit a famous restaurant in London.

Millicent Bulstrode was going to New York.

And Matteo… the poor son of Lord Voldemort was stuck in the same orphanage his father had landed in decades ago. In the same room too.

Draco walked with no destination in mind until he ended up at the front gates of Hogwarts. He looked up, staring as the snowflakes dropped. Slowly, he stepped forward into the thick snow. He sank down into it and the cold offered a strange sense of comfort.

He had not been planning to go outside so he was wrongly dressed. Draco shivered slightly as the snow landed on his pale face. His cheeks were flushed red and his hands felt frozen. He wouldn’t be surprised if they were.

“You’re going to catch a cold.”

Draco hadn’t even noticed Y/N approaching him, her scarf in her hand. “If you plan to stay outside,” She uttered, trying to hand him the yellow clothing, “At least wear this.”

Draco looked her up and down, wondering why she was even talking to him. All he did was bully her friends, at least the ones in Gryffindor. Draco and his posse seemed to leave everybody else alone.

“You helped me last month. So I’m returning the favor.” Y/N brightly smiled and Draco felt his face heat up, much to his dismay.

Draco thought for a moment before he realized what Y/N was talking about. It was true, he had helped her but only because that boy who was trying to flirt with Y/N was making a fool of Slytherin and he didn’t approve of making girls uncomfortable.

“Ah.” Draco murmured, staring down at the scarf. He slowly reached out to grab it. “He deserved it.”

“Matteo punched him.” Y/N piped up, reminding Draco of what had happened. Yes, Matteo had punched the idiotic boy while Draco stood on the sidelines, merely watching. “His nose started bleeding. I’m all for defending people but was that necessary?”

“He’s done it before. Matteo only wanted to teach him a lesson. Sexual harassment is no joke. That boy has tried peeking up girl’s skirts so my statement still stands. He deserved it.” Draco uttered it more firmly this time.

“Where is Matteo anyway?” Y/N looked around, trying to catch a glimpse of the brunette boy. “I thought he would’ve stayed behind.”

“I’m not sure why he went back to the orphanage.” Draco wasn’t the best at small talk, especially not with friendly people. But Y/N didn’t seem to notice as she rambled on.

She was relatively good friends with Matteo. She was one of the few who could get away with talking to him and not receiving a glare in return.

“He told me he was staying behind but maybe he didn’t want to be alone again, since he assumed you were leaving too. He kind of envies you and your family trips. He’s envious because you actually have a family.” Y/N paused, slowly covering her mouth. “Ah… I wasn’t supposed to tell you that… sorry.”

She lifted her head, locking gazes with Draco. “You’ll… keep this between us, right?” She sheepishly smiled, “I swear I don’t usually spill people’s secrets…”

Draco shrugged. “I wouldn’t be able to do much with that information anyway.” The blond hair turned around to walk away, but he realized he was still holding Y/N’s scarf. “I changed my mind. I’m going back inside. I assume you’ll be staying out here for a while so take this back. We don’t want you to freeze.”

Draco wrapped Y/N’s scarf around her neck, nodding. There was a slither of a smile on his lips before he spun around and strutted off.

“Why were you talking with Malfoy?” Harry approached Y/N as soon as Draco left.

She hummed in surprise and slightly jumped. “What? Oh. He’s not so bad. He’s actually… somewhat nice.”

Harry scoffed and rolled his emerald green eyes. “Malfoy? Nice? As if. Anyway, we’re going to walk around the pine woods. Wanna join?”

Y/N shook her head and beamed. “No. I’m good. I’m a little tired so I’ll see you inside.” Harry smiled back at her before jogging over to Ron and Anna, the Ravenclaw girl.

Y/N pushed past the large wooden doors, walking back into the warmth of the Hogwarts castle. The fire in the Great Hall crackled as Y/N entered, intent on warming her hands. But she found Draco standing in front of the Christmas tree, staring at it in wonder and awe and sadness.

“It’s pretty, isn’t it?” Y/N snuck up behind Draco, startling him.

“Jeez! Merlin’s sake, L/N, don’t sneak up on me like that!” Draco stormed out of the Great Hall while Y/N poured and huffed.

“Hmph. What’s his problem? He was fine before.” She shook her head in annoyance as she warmed her freezing body by the fireplace. “Slytherins really are bipolar…”

Though, Y/N couldn’t help but feel sorry for Draco. She knew he was the only one in the common room because Matteo had told her everybody always went home. Pansy confirmed it.

Y/N and Pansy weren’t close but they had worked on a group project together and for along relatively well. Unbeknownst to Y/N, Pansy tried her best to hate the kind Hufflepuff but she never could.

Y/N could hear footsteps approaching the hall and assuming it was Harry, Y/N didn’t turn around. She should’ve because as soon as she caught sight of blond hair in a reflection, she knew it was Draco.

“Come to yell at me some more?” She asked, a joking tone to her question.

“You helped decorate the Great Hall, right?” Draco inquired, getting straight to the point.

“Yeah, I guess so. Why?”

“I need you to decorate the Slytherin common room.” Draco held up a pouch of money, “I’m willing to pay.”

Y/N glanced at him as he jingled the coins. She shrugged. “Nah. I’ll do it for free. Let’s go!” She linked arms with Draco and dragged him to the supply closet where the extra decorations were being been kept.

“Why do I need to help you?” Draco grumbled as Y/N shoved the boxes into his arms. She huffed.

“What? You think I could carry all this by myself? Hey,” She poked Draco’s shoulder, “There’s things even I can’t do alone. Besides, you’re strong. Use it for something helpful.”

Y/N turned away, which relieved Draco because he refused to let her see his flushed cheeks.

“Wow, it really isn’t decorated at all. That’s surprising, especially on Christmas Eve. The Hufflepuff common room is almost too shiny with all the tinsel.” Y/N looked around the Slytherin Chamber in disappointment. At least they had their Christmas tree up, though it was a very sad and bland one. She frowned. “How do you guys live like this?”

“I helped you carry the boxes. I trust you’ll be able to do the rest.” Draco dropped the boxes full of decorations and hurried off.

“Huh? Wait! You don’t expect me to do it alone! I need to socialise! I’ll die if I don’t talk to people!”

Draco slammed his dorm door shut, making Y/N sigh. “He’s only nice when Matteo is around.” She mumbled, “Does he have a crush on him or something? I wouldn’t be surprised. He keeps turning down girls, even Pansy. And she’s gorgeous.”

Y/N sorted through all the tinsel, sighing. “I suppose if I were a boy, I’d go for Pansy. Or Hermione. Maybe Luna?” She picked all the green tinsel strings, making sure to leave every single red-colored one in the box.

“Daphne Greengrass or whatever her name is would be a good choice too.” Y/N uttered as she wrapped the green tinsel around the stair rail. “Hm, who else? Ah! Cho Chang! Cedric sure is lucky to be dating her. I’m almost jealous!”

Y/N sighed as she hung ornaments on the lonely Christmas tree. “Ginny would also be on the list I guess. She’s a total badass. Why won’t Harry notice her? If I were him, I’d fall in love instantly.”

She checked fireplace, and made sure to add some more wood to the flames to keep them ignited. “Pansy, Hermione, Luna, Daphne, Cho, and Ginny. A strong lineup. What about the boys? Matteo is handsome but I only see him as a friend. Lorenzo I would get with. Cedric? Maybe. Oliver? Yes. Dating Harry or Ron would be a little weird so maybe not. Besides, I ship Hermione and Ron.”

This went on for quite some time. Y/N had made amazing progress while talking to herself. The chamber was almost unrecognisable. Draco, who was cooped up in his room, clenched his jaw. He was covering his ears, trying to ignore Y/N’s annoying rambling.

But she kept talking. Over and over again. About useless topics too. Finally, Draco had enough. He pulled open his door and was about to yell something until he heard Y/N mention his name.

“Draco? Hm… I don’t know. Am I supposed to call him Malfoy? I feel like we’re on relatively good terms. Would I date him? A solid maybe. He’s so handsome but he’s a little bipolar. If only he was a little nicer. I wouldn’t mind kissing him.”

Draco slowly lifted his head, hanging onto every word Y/N spoke. If he was a little nicer… she’d kiss him?

“I’m going out. The room looks great. Thanks, Y/N.” Draco hurriedly grabbed her hand, pressing an innocent kiss to her knuckles before he hurried off.

“Did he… just say thank you?” Y/N huffed in disbelief. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard his say that.” She looked at her hand, still able to feel the ghost of Draco’s lips against her skin.

Draco had never been a nice person from the start but he figured the way to Y/N’s heart was to get on neutral terms with Potter.

Speaking of the devil, Draco could see Harry, Ron, and Anna walking into the castle.

“Morning, Potter.” Draco uttered as he passed the trio, trying his best not to scowl. “And Weasley and, I’m sorry, I don’t know your last name but I like your black hair.”

Once Draco was out of earshot, Ron and Harry shared a disturbed look. “Was he… poisoned or something?” Ron asked, “I prefer when Malfoy’s mean! It’s scary when he’s nice.”

“Hey, guys!” Y/N jogged towards her friends, wildly waving at them. “Have you guys seen Draco?”

“Yeah. He went that way. But he was acting super weird. What did you say to him to make him greet us and tell Anna he likes her hair.” Ron scoffed, “Or did you slip a potion into his drink?”

“Huh? I didn’t say anything!” Y/N exclaimed. She paused. “Oh… well, I did say I would kiss him if he was a little nicer. But I was talking to myself.”

“Bloody hell, Y/N.” Harry uttered. “Malfoy probably fancies you.”

“What?” Y/N tilted her head to the side.

“If you think about it, it makes sense.” Anna retorted. “I mean, he’s always trying to talk to you. He doesn’t bully you and he seems to stay away from bullying your friends as well. I mean, Harry and Ron and ‘Mione excluded.”

Y/N sighed. “That doesn’t prove anything. Do you know where he went? I need to ask him about the decorations. I’m decorating the Slytherin chamber.”

“He walked outside. Probably to Hogsmeade to go on a shopping spree for himself.” Ron quietly scoffed.

“Tell me if you see him, ‘kay?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Y/N walked back to the chamber, staring at the work she had done. The Slytherin common room looked much more comforting and welcoming now. She smiled proudly, placing her hands on her hips.

“Looks good, Y/N.” She happily high-fived herself. Y/N sat down on the couch, slightly slouching. She waved her wand around while mumbling a small charm, smiling as snowflakes floated around.

Hours eventually passed and Draco still hadn’t returned. Y/N had finished decorating and she had refurbished the fire as well. She was so bored she eventually found a way into Draco’s dorm and cleaned it too.

“Santa, tell me, if you’re really there. Don’t make me fall in love again if he won’t be here next year.” Y/N quietly sang, humming the beat to the muggle song. She had went to fetch Hermione’s gift, a small radio that played all kinds of songs. Y/N was enjoying it very much.

She grinned as she happily swung her legs. She stood up to check on the fire, slightly dancing.

The chorus played again, and this time Y/N sang louder.

At that time, Draco walked in. He froze, watching as Y/N surprisingly hit all the high notes in the Ariana Grande song.

Draco slowly smiled, strutting towards Y/N. He tapped her shoulder, “You’re a good singer.” He complimented her.

“Oh… thanks. What took you so long? I finished ages ago.”

“And you didn’t leave?”

“I, uh… didn’t wanna leave you alone.” Y/N sheepishly smiled. “Oh, what’s that?” She pointed at the bag in Draco’s arms. “A gift for your friend?”

“I guess you could say that… but she’s not really my friend. More like someone I owe.” Draco held out the bag, shoving it into Y/N’s hands. “For you. Merry… early Christmas.”

Draco looked away, trying to his his reddening ears.

Y/N tilted her head to the side before she opened the bag, gasping softly. “What the… Draco… this must’ve cost a fortune.” Inside was a freshly pressed Burberry blazer.

“I overheard that you were going to Paris in Winter next year and it snows there occasionally, so I bought you something to keep you warm.”

“Oh… it’s lovely, Draco.” Y/N smiled, feeling the fabric. “I love it. Thank you… so much.” She couldn’t contain her laugh of happiness.

“That’s not all.” Draco reached in, pulling out a jewelry box. “Vivienne Westwood.” He uttered, showing her the beautiful silver necklace.

Y/N gasped again. “You didn’t have to do this… you spent way too much money, Draco.”

“I wanted to do this. Consider it my thanks for decoration. It looks great. Turn around so I can put this on you.”

Y/N slowly spun around, feeling Draco’s cold hands against her neck. He gently pushed her hair aside, lingering for a moment too long. He put the necklace around her neck, carefully clasping it.

“Thank you.” Y/N grasped the pendant, smiling. “I love it. And I love the blazer too.”

Draco was still standing behind her, not wanting to move as he inhaled the smell of her sweet perfume.

“Y/N.” He whispered, “Can I…” Draco hesitated, “Can I kiss you?”

“What?” Y/N turned around in shock, staring at him with wide eyes. Draco, misunderstanding it as rejection, frowned.

“Sorry. I just blurted it out. I didn’t mean it.”

The clock in the common room loudly chimed as it reached twelve o’clock, a reminder of what day it was now. Christmas.

Y/N reached out, grabbing Draco and pulled him forward. She quickly kissed him and shyly pulled away, her cheeks flushed bright red just like Draco’s ears.

“Merry Christmas, Draco.”

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it has been SO LONG but I couldn’t let Christmas pass without feeding you people. so here. have some soft-ish Larissa. You’re welcome, Merry Christmas to all that celebrate. 🎄🥰

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Santa, tell me if you’re really there, don’t make me fall in love again if she won’t be here next year.

The first time you spent Christmas at Nevermore wasn’t anything too eventful. It might have been, if it weren’t for the fact that you were stuck watching students clinging to each other’s arms, couples laughing and smiling as the snow fell around them. Meanwhile, you stayed in the background, refusing to let yourself open up enough to even BEGIN to form a relationship with anyone. Did you not want to get your heart broken, or was it something else?

Feeling Christmas all around, and I’m tryin’ to play it cool

The whole school had been decked out with Christmas decorations; garlands on the fireplaces, wreaths hung on dorm-room doors, and lights twinkling in almost every window. You walked slowly through the snow, wrapped in a fluffy coat and gloves, the hood pulled up over your head to try and warm your chill-reddened ears. The atmosphere was wonderful, snow falling lightly around you, and when you walked inside, the coziness was nearly enough to warm you up all on its own. Yet you could feel a certain unease in your bones that refused to go away no matter how long you stood in front of the fireplace.

Let It Snow is blasting now, but I won’t get in the mood

Enid had dragged you back to Ophelia Hall the next time you saw her to hang out, and you saw her girlfriend as well, still decked in black and pigtails ever-present. She acknowledged you with a nod of her head but nothing more. As Enid grabbed your hands and grinned at you, chattering about the cold and whatever she’d been up to that week, you heard a familiar tune start playing out of her wireless speaker. “I love this song!” she squealed, turning the volume up as ‘Let It Snow’ blasted through the large device. Still, as much as you enjoyed the time with them, you couldn’t quite bring yourself to be as happy as Enid was, denying her offer to dance when the next song came on with a polite smile and instead choosing to sit by Wednesday to ask softly how her novel was going. Her responses were curt and cold, but you didn’t take it personally; she talked like that to everyone except Enid.

I’m avoiding every mistletoe until I know it’s true love

It was no secret that the students of Nevermore were a sneaky bunch. Very few hadn’t pulled a prank or two on the faculty–or each other–and that was a normal occurrence. So why were you thinking that maybe you would get through a single holiday without getting messed with. It was another day of arguing with your boss, Principal Weems, as per usual. The two of you were walking side by side, ironically enough, bickering loudly and animatedly as neither of you refused to give in even though both had work to do. And so you’d resolved to argue as you kept walking, something about your friendship with Wednesday. Larissa didn’t like her, that much was obvious. You supposed she had a good reason for her dislike of Wednesday–unlike her uncalled-for dislike of you–after all the shit she’d pulled since her enrollment. But you didn’t agree with her taking that anger out on others, not even on you. “That’s bullshit, Larissa! She’s just a kid, you can’t–” The silver-haired woman cut you off with a raise of her hand and snapped, “I can and shall do whatever I want, Miss L/N.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes and taking a firm step down as you spun on your heel to face her in the doorway you’d just arrived at.

“Why do you hate her so much?! I’m not saying she’s perfect, but I don’t think you should be considering expulsion!” You snapped back, glaring at the (much) taller woman in front of you, also stopped and now with her hands on her hips and an unimpressed glare on her face. With a tut she stated “Might I remind you that this is the third time Miss Addams has done something like this? Not only could she have hurt herself, but she could have endangered her classmates, as well!” With this statement she too stepped forward, poking you rudely in the sternum with a perfectly manicured nail and getting much too close for your poor hammering heart. She was so close that you could practically feel the heat radiating from her body, though you were probably imagining it.

However, it was only when you made to take your leave, finally getting sick of this pointless argument, did you realize that you couldn’t move. It was as if you were tethered to the floor by some unseen force, looking up to Larissa to see if she was experiencing the same effect. It was obvious that she was by the way her wide eyes glanced wildly around the area, looking for any sign of escape. It was then that she looked up (though she didn’t need to look very far given that she was only about six inches below the top of the door frame) and made eye contact with what, at the moment, was the most repulsive object she’d ever seen.

Mistletoe.

And apparently, not JUST mistletoe, but cursed mistletoe. It was the only explanation, at least in this place, and since the woman just kept staring you also eventually looked up and saw the small plant hanging there, bright red berries practically taunting you from above. You released a shaky sigh and lowered your gaze slightly to Larissa’s, already glaring down at you as if it was your fault the two of you had ended up in this position. In return, you gave her a scandalized look and exclaimed, “Oi! Don’t give me that look, I’m as shocked as you are!” The Principal groaned under her breath, cursed quietly, and finally let out a heavy sigh before muttering, “Can I please go one day without being the victim of some childish joke?” You knew she was stalling; neither of you were stupid, or ignorant enough, to believe that this was some sort of fluke or odd chance. There was one way you were getting out of this and it was not favorable to either of you. “In light of recent events, I’d say the answer is no…” you muttered, crossing your arms and refusing to meet Larissa’s eyes.

The principal didn’t look away, staring at you even as you continued burning holes into the lacquered floorboards beneath your feet. Every few seconds you tried to step away again, just hoping that somehow, by sheer force of will, you could break the curse and escape this torment. Alas, you couldn’t move an inch and finally, Larissa scoffed and hissed something under her breath. Now, you were quite a bit shorter than this woman, obviously. Just to look her in the eye, you had to strain your neck upwards and you weren’t even that short. She was just fucking huge. Given this height difference, it’s not like it could be a quick one-and-done thing because Larissa would have to make a big deal with getting down to your height. So with no choice but to (in her mind) embarrass herself–the woman silently thanked the gods no one else was around to see this unfortunate series of events–she bent at the waist, tipped your chin up with her right hand, and pressed her lips to yours. It barely lasted a moment, over faster than you could even blink, before she stood up straight again with an expectant air about her.

But nothing happened. You tried to move away, but that force still kept your feet planted in place. Horrorstruck, Larissa’s gaze snapped down to your equally alarmed one as you breathed “Oh gods…” The older woman snapped “What? What is going on, y/n?!” It was not often that Larissa used your first name, insistent that she must maintain professionalism by continuing to use your surname. It was only when she was worried, tired, or upset that she pulled out the first name, so you scrambled to reply; “I think I know what this is. It’s cursed-” “Oh, figure that one out yourself, did you?” “Shut up, Larissa! If you would let me finish, I was going to say that it isn’t going to let us go without…” you groaned, covering your face with your hands as heat crept up your neck and cheeks. Thankfully Larissa got the message and if you’d have looked up you would have seen a gentle flush dust her cheeks as well. “I have things to do today,” she muttered, clearly getting more upset the longer you two stayed there.

With an indignant huff, you thought about all the things you had to do today and how much it would suck to have to do them tomorrow because you refused to grow a pair and kiss Larissa Weems under the goddamn cursed mistletoe. Fingers twitched at your sides for a moment, you ground your teeth together in focus, before finally reaching out, grasping the lapels of Larissa’s blazer, and yanking her down to meet you. To her credit, the only indication of her surprise was an almost imperceptible ‘oh!’ before your lips met. You held her there, squeezing your eyes closed until the pressure began to get painful. Larissa’s own hands hung in the air on either side of you, her muscles straining uncomfortably with the angle at which her body had to bend to reach you. This had to be the most awkward and uncomfortable kiss you’d ever initiated as Larissa still did not move until finally, after what felt like actual millennia , she hesitantly placed her hands on your shoulders, the muscles unconsciously relaxing under her warm touch.

Faintly you could feel the tackiness of her candy red lipstick on your mouth as she–whether knowingly or not–gradually began to respond, both of you allowing yourselves to at least kind of enjoy the sensation. The taller woman’s fingers tentatively lifted to your jaw, grazing the bone almost reverently. Still, the moment Larissa felt the uncomfortable weight lift off her shoulders she didn’t hesitate to jerk away from you. While you took a moment to recover from whatever that was, Larissa took one glance down at you, at your flushed cheeks and out-of-it expression, and with little more than a soft blush, the woman marched away, not looking back once with some sort of subconscious fear that, should she do such a thing, she wouldn’t be able to look away. Oh, how she hated you.

Santa tell me if she really cares

After your less than lucky run-in with mistletoe and a certain Principal, you’d had even more trouble ignoring the woman. She, however, had no problem with this task. Any time you made eye contact, no matter what the situation, she without fail managed to bail, leaving you to stare after her in bemusement. Unless it was the weekly staff meeting, at which time you had no choice but to sit in the same room together for almost an hour. Still, Larissa resolutely avoided your gaze, expertly appearing to pay attention to you when you spoke while also never actually making any sort of eye contact. At least before, she would interact with you long enough to get into an argument with you. Now, you just felt quite…lonely.

It had always been obvious, to you at least. You’d had a crush on Weems since practically day one. That’s why you missed even the constant fights you’d have with the woman, once she seemed to stop caring about your existence entirely. ‘Distance makes the heart grow fonder’ must be true, for the longer you went without any contact, the more you yearned to apologize. To explain. To do anything as long as it meant being able to smell her perfume and see the stupid little smirk she gave when she won an argument.

I’ve been down this road before, fell in love on Christmas Day

Another bleak and cold December afternoon, and you sat perched on the windowsill in your room, looking outside to the snowy Nevermore campus. It was a day like this, you realized, when you said those three fateful, terrible, damning words to them. These days it was little but a fleeting memory, but you could remember the soar in your chest when you realized your true feelings, the adrenaline rush that came with confessing to them, and the following admittance of mutual emotion. The snow fell around you as you embraced, not caring about the cold or the way your bodies trembled, only caring about the warmth each other’s lips brought the other.

But on New Years Day, I woke up and they weren’t by my side

All of those feelings came crumbling down only weeks later when they told you they were wrong. When they said that they had only wanted to feel like that about you, because truly they loved seeing you happy, but they didn’t love you. It was holding back tears that you smiled and bade them farewell; from your home, your life, your universe. It was the first day of the New Year, and you had planned on celebrating your new life that you had thought was ahead of you. Instead, you lay in a crumpled heap on your apartment floor, sobbing and cold at the lack of their presence. Since that day you refused to let anyone influence you in such a way, refused to allow your heart to get shattered like that all over again. It hurt too much, was too painful to relive. So instead you moved here, to Jericho. Started a new life, a new job, started over. What you hadn’t expected was to fall in love with the Headmistress.

Now I need someone to hold, be my fire in the cold

Another day of loneliness accompanied by a scathing sense of disdain towards anything “nice”. Even more couples had been flaunting themselves around the school, not afraid to show their affection and adoration for all to see. And it didn’t feel fair that the only person you wanted to share those moments with was STILL avoiding you like the plague. Not to mention that even if she wasn’t, she still hated your guts. The chill of midwinter air was felt down to the bone, no matter how many layers you wrapped about your shoulders, or how hot your mug was in your woolen-clad hands. It was blistering and biting in a way that only loneliness could be, in a way only the feeling of another’s embrace could relieve.

But if it’s hard to tell if this is just a fling or if it’s true love

At this point, your mind was completely in tatters. One day Larissa was avoiding you, and now she was stuck to you like a bug to fly paper. Every corner you turned she seemed to be there, trying to strike up a conversation–any conversation for that matter–and it confused and distressed you greatly. Because you were finally starting to take the time away from the woman to get over her, but with her having flung herself back into your life at such a breakneck intensity there wasn’t anything you could do except let it happen, really. It caught you off guard how friendly Larissa was being, to the point where you were the one who had to begin to distance yourself. And once again the silver-haired bipolar flipped like whiplash, noting your sudden apprehension and pulling away all over again. Oh, how you despised her.

I wanna have her beside me on the 25th by the fireplace

Here it was. Christmas day. Well, evening technically. The Christmas party that had been, remarkably, kept quite hush-hush until the day of. It was a blast but the happiness dissolved as soon as you began the long walk to your room. Dazed, slightly out of it, and just a tad bit tipsy, you didn’t realize that you’d ended up in front of what was not your room until you looked up and found a door that was, decidedly, not yours. In fact, it was the very person you’d had on your mind for the past month, and with alcohol raising your confidence, you brought your hand up and knocked on the heavy mahogany wood thrice. A few moments later a melodic voice sounded out an “Enter!” to which you did just that, slipping inside and closing the door behind you.

Larissa hadn’t yet looked up, just muttering “What do you want?” while she languidly twirled her fingers around the stem of a crystal wine glass. She sat in front of a large fireplace, curled up on a settee that looked far too expensive. “Do you want the truth or some sugar-coated lie?” At the sound of your voice, the woman’s head whipped to face you, firelight glancing over her features and shrouding her icy eyes in shadows. That gaze raked over your form before her broad shoulder drooped with a heavy sigh and long fingers gestured you forward. The woman’s body returned to its previous position, angled towards the still blazing flames.

But I don’t want a broken heart, this year I’ve got to be smart

“You never answered my question,” you stated as you sat down beside her, giving yourself enough room to not touch her, but staying close enough as to not remain a stranger. “Do you want the truth, or not?” Larissa huffed out a strained laugh, taking another sip of wine and never once looking toward you. “Personally, I want some peace and quiet, but you can’t even give me that, can you Miss l/n?” she replied, but for once it wasn’t biting. Instead, it held a tone of indifference and, if you squinted, playfulness. God forbid. In response you shrugged and also looked to the fire, twisting your fingers together as you said, “I suppose not, Principal Weems.” The two of you stayed silent for a long while, as you fought the urge to scoot closer to the woman and she considered whether she should offer you some wine.

Eventually, though, you got sick of the silence and sighed before muttering, “Perhaps I should go. It’s gotten late,” and going to stand up with a nod towards the Principal. “Happy Christmas, Larissa.” “Miss l/n.” You did not respond, not in the mood anymore to banter. Only when you were halfway to the door and you heard a sharp “Y/n!” did you freeze in place. When it was followed by a softer, sweeter “Please come back,” you could do nothing more than obey, returning to your spot on the couch–this time closer as Larissa motioned for you to do so. A long arm came to gingerly lay over your shoulders and you, just as timidly, leant your head against the woman’s shoulder, sighing contentedly at the warmth she emanated and the scent of that oh-so-familiar perfume you had missed so badly.

This time when the room fell silent, it wasn’t for long, and it wasn’t tense. Larissa broke it then, murmuring no more than a breathy apology. An apology. From Larissa Weems? To you? You must be dreaming. But no, she really was apologizing, and instead of teasing her for it, you just nodded and repeated the sentiment. It didn’t need to be said, what was being apologized for. It just was in the air. You knew what it was for, without having to speak it into existence. And there, the two of you stayed, for quite some time, just enjoying the peace with no sound except your soft breaths and crackling wood embers in the hearth. When you did finally bid goodnight, well past midnight, Larissa hesitated to let you go at the door. There was a shared look between the two of you that sparked something in her chest, and the woman bent down to place a chaste kiss on your lips. It lasted no more than a moment, but the intention was clear enough. It was loud enough, even with no words spoken. And once you did leave, her door closing silently behind you, the two of you unknowingly both leant against the thing, and but a single thought flitted through your heads.

“Oh, how I love her.”

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