CHRISTMAS MORNING DAWNED, cold and white. Aelora was wake up by Coventina who was carrying present presents alongside Anastacius.

"Merry Chrismast!!" She grined and started opening the gifts that was given to her. "Merry Christmas, girls." Anastacius smiled which is rare.

"Merry chrismast?" And of course, Coventina was the one who was calm.

"Be cheerfull! It's chrismast!" Aelora frowns. "No, it's just another day in this life until I die." Coventina shrugs.

"Nah but she is speaking fact tho-" A glare from Sirius shut the poor Slytherin up as quick as possible.

"If you want, we can show her our favorite place." Achilles suggests. "You do know that I don't want to talk to
you right? I don't even want yo be near
you." James states calmly.

"Really? Are you still mad?" Achilles asks, "What do you think!?" James grits his teeth. "J-just shut up!" He adds.

Meanwhile Antares looks at his hundreds of presents, not knowing which to opens first until he saw a familiar writing. "For the idiot."

It was a necklace with the symbol of of a snake, the snake lightening green colour. It was not difficult for him to know who sent this.

"Ha, I knew you would fall for me, ma déesse." He muttered.

"Aww she sent him a gift!" Narcissa smiles, her smiles quickly drops at the glare her mother was giving her.

"Keep up the pureblood perfect mask of course." Narcissa thought bitterly.

"I got so many presents!!" Draco grined, "And like every years, Antares still get the more account." Delphina pouts.

"Duh." Draco rolls his eyes and opened his presents. "They will try it late." Antares warned Draco. And the scene quickly shifts to The Great Hall looked magnificent.

Not only were there a dozen frost- covered Christmas trees and thick streamers of holly and mistletoe crisscrossing the ceiling, but enchanted snow was falling, warm and dry, from the ceiling.

Dumbledore led them in a few of his
favorite carols, Hagrid booming more and more loudly with every goblet
of eggnog he consumed. Percy,
who hadn't noticed that Fred had bewitched his prefect badge so that
it now read "Pinhead," kept asking them all what they were sniggering at.

"Now that the twin we knew!!" Gideon smirks and claps his hand.

"If he is more like Fabian," Marlene whispers.

Coventina sighs amused as she secretly watched Weasley and Granger.

"Are you okay?" Goyle's low rasp of a voice issued from his mouth. "Yeah," came the deep grunt of Crabbe from his right.

Weasley unlocked his door and stepped in front of the cracked mirror. Goyle stared back at him
out of dull, deepset eyes. Granger scratched her ear. So did Goyle.

"Oh, they really did the polyjuice." Remina sighs, "How troubkesome."

Weasley's door opened. They stared
at each other. Except that he looked
pale and shocked, Weasley was in distinguishable from Crabbe, from the pudding-bowl haircut to the long, gorilla arms.

"This is unbelievable," said Weasley, approaching the mirror and prodding Crabbe's flat nose.

"Unbelievable. " "We'd better get going," said Granger, loosening the watch that was cutting into Goyle's thick wrist.

"We've still got to find out where the Slytherin common room is. I only hope we can find someone to follow..." Weasley, who had been gazing at Granger, said, "You don't know how bizarre it is to see Goyle thinking."

"He must not really think much then?" Alice smiles.

"How is he a Slytherin? Like even Slytherin need to use their brain to
be sly and cunning right?" Peter mutters.

"How can you be a Gryffindor when
you are a coward?" Mortem thought.

They went down the marble staircase. All they needed now was a Slytherin that they could follow to the Slytherin common room, but there was nobody around.

"Any ideas?" muttered Weasley.
"The Slytherins always come up to breakfast from over there," said
Weasley, nodding at the entrance to the dungeons.

The words had barely left his mouth when a girl with long, curly hair emerged from the entrance. "Excuse me," said Weasley, hurrying up to her. "We've forgotten the way to our common room."

"I beg your pardon?" said the girl stiffly. "Our common room? I'm a
Ravenclaw."

"Dumbass!!"

"The girl look so confuse like -

She walked away, looking suspiciously back at them.

"she is like; 'They are very sus.'

Granger and Weasley hurried down the stone steps into the darkness, their footsteps echoing particularly loudly as Crabbe's and Goyle's huge
feet hit the floor, feeling that this wasn't going to be as easy as they
had hoped.

The labyrinthine passages were deserted. They walked deeper and
deeper under the school, constantly checking their watches to see
how much time they had left.

After a quarter of an hour, just when
they were getting desperate, they heard a sudden movement ahead. "Ha!" said Weasley excitedly.

The figure was emerging from a side room. As they hurried nearer, however, their hearts sank. It wasn't a Slytherin, it was Percy. "What're you doing down here?" said Weasley in surprise.

Percy looked affronted.

"That," he said stiffly, "is none of your business. It's Crabbe, isn't it?" "Wh - oh, yeah," said Weasley. "Well, get off to your dormitories," said Percy sternly. "It's not safe to go wandering around dark corridors these days."

"You are," Granger pointed out.
"I," said Percy, drawing himself up, "Am a prefect. Nothing's about to
attack me." A voice suddenly echoed behind Granger and Weasley. Draco Malfoy was strolling toward them.

"Let's see how good mini Luci is!" Barty giggles.

"Stop calling me, Luci." Lucius states firmly.

"Okay then barbie doll." Dorcas snickers. "What is a barbie?"

"There you are," he drawled, looking at them. "Have you two been pigging out in the Great Hall all this time? I've been looking for you; I want to show you something really funny."
Draco glanced witheringly at Percy.

"And what're you doing down here, Weasley?" he sneered. Percy looked outraged. "You want to show a bit more respect to a school prefect!" he said. "I don't like your attitude!"

Draco sneered and motioned for Granger and Weasley to follow him.

"That Peter Weasley -" "Percy,"

Weasley corrected him automatically.
"Whatever," said Draco. "I've noticed him sneaking around a lot lately. And I bet I know what he's up to. He think he's going to catch Slytherin's heir single-handed."

"What's the new password again?" he said to Granger. "Wel-" said Weasley. "Oh, yeah -pure-blood!" said Draco, not listening, and a stone door concealed in the wall slid open. Malfoy marched through it, and they followed him.

"I-It's that easy?" Sirius hesitately asks Regulus.

"Not really, it's got every change many times." Regulus smiles slightly at his older brother.

Older brother something he have always found cute and amusing because between the two of them, Sirius was always more vulnarable even if he
acted like he is not.

The Slytherin common room was a long, low underground room with rough stone walls and ceiling from which round, greenish lamps. were hanging on chains.

A fire was crackling under an elaborately carved mantelpiece ahead of them, and several Slytherins were
silhouetted around it in high-backed chairs.

"Wait here," said Draco to the, motioning them to a pair of empty chairs set back from the fire. "I'll go and get it my father's just sent it to me -" Wondering what Draco was going to show them, Granger and Weasley sat down, doing their best
to look at home.

Draco came back a minute later, holding what looked like a newspaper clipping. He thrust it underWeasley's nose. "That'll give you a laugh," he said.

"Pretty sure that he planned all of this to see them broke out of character." Evans grins.

"Wow! You got a brain!" Rabastan sass.

"Fuck you too rabit!" Evan pout."Rabit? Really?" Rabastan frowns.

Granger saw Weasley's eyes widen in shock. He read the clipping quickly, It had been clipped out of the Daily Prophet, and it said:

INQUIRY AT THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC; Arthur Weasley, Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office,
was today fined fifty Galleons for bewitching a Muggle car.

Mr. Lucius Malfoy, a governor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where the enchanted car crashed earlier this year, called today for Mr. Weasley's resignation.

"Weasley has brought the Ministry into disrepute," Mr. Malfoy told our
reporter. "He is clearly unfit to draw up our laws and his ridiculous
Muggle Protection Act should be scrapped immediately." Mr. Weasley was unavailable for comment, although his wife told reporters to clear off or she'd set the family ghoul on them.

"Arthur Weasley loves Muggles so much he should snap his wand in
half and go and join them," said Draco hiding his amusement.

Arthur blushes embarassedly, and shrimp as the glare his wife give him.

"Ohhhhh~!" Fabian and Gideon smirks.

"You'd never know the Weasleys were pure-bloods, the way they behave."
Weasley's - or rather, Crabbe's - face was contorted with fury. "What's up with you, Crabbe?" Draco smirks.

"Stomachache," Weasley grunted. "Well, go up to the hospital wing and give all those Mudbloods a kick from me," said Draco annoyed.

Narcissacfrowns, she dislike that word and the fact that her son is saying it make her disapointed? Not in her son but his language.

Meanwhile all muggle-borns were flinching in their seats.

"You know, I'm surprised the Daily Prophet hasn't reported all these attacks yet," he went on thoughtfully.

"I suppose Dumbledore's trying to hush it all up. He'll be sacked if it
doesn't stop soon. Father's always said old Dumbledore's the worst
thing that's ever happened to this place. He loves Muggle-borns. A
decent headmaster would never've let slime like that Creevey in." Draco rolls his eyes. started taking pictures with an imaginary camera and did a
cruel but accurate impression of Colin: "

"It's is normal for me to accept everyone." Dumbledore states grandfatherly.

"But we don't accept you." Marlene snicjkers.

"Luckily Potter is much smarter and is not friend with those mud-bloods and blood-traitors." Draco tilted his head and raised a brow.

"What's the matter with you two?"
Far too late, Granger and Weasley forced themselves to laugh, but
Draco seemed amused.

"Now people think of Potter as the Slytherin's heir." He said slowly. "I wish I knew who it is," said Malfoy petulantly. "I could help them." Weasley jaw dropped so that Crabbe looked even more clueless than
usual.

"Damn Cissa, your son is a very good actor!" Andromeda whispers to her.

Narcissa smiles at her older sister and nods.

"You must have some idea who's behind it all..." "You know I haven't, Goyle, how many times do I have to tell you?" Draco mocked.

"And Father won't tell me anything about the last time the Chamber was opened either. Of course, it was fifty years ago, so it was before his time, but he knows all about it, and he says that it was all kept quiet and it'll look suspicious if I know too much about it. But I know one thing - last time the Chamber of Secrets was opened, a Mudblood died. So I bet it's a matter of time before one of them's killed this time .... I hope it's Granger," he said calmly.

"Is not he going too far?" Lily exclaims in disbelief.

"And can't you shut your mouth?" Sirius asks as nicely as possible.

Weasley was clenching Crabbe's gigantic fists. Feeling that it would be a bit of a give away if he punched Draco, Granger shot him a warning
look and said, "I will go and help Crabbe with his stomatchache!"

Without further to do they sprinted the length of the Slytherin common room, hurled themselves at the stone wall, and dashed up the passage, and left.

"Good ridance." The Slytherin thought seeing the muggle-born and blood- traitor away from their common room.

Draco's smirk fade away as soon as they left, "Oh Merlin! If mother ever discover those words, I am so dead!"

Narcissa giggles, if only her son know that she was watching him, meanwhile Lucius was amused, Draco act a lot his grandmother, Lilia Malfoy nee Laskos.

"Stop being dramatic and good acting!" Delphina smirks, she was walking toward him.

"Thanks." Draco shrugs. "Oh and by the way," He adds, "Did you gift that ring?" Draco pulled out a ring with a word on it, he did not know the meaning though.

"No." Delphina shook her head, "Weird, I asked everyone, and they also said no..." He muttered. "Who know? Maybe you got yourself an admirater!" Delphina grins.

"Oh shut up." Draco blushes.

"Oh! Mini barbie got a little lover!" Sirius grins.

"Sirius," Euphemia chuckles.

"Opps, I mean Heir Malfoy." He shrugs, "Sorry mom." He adds much to Walburga's pleasure.

"Why would he calls her 'mom'? I am his mother!" She thought.