Through the Chimney

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Part X –

A man just came through the chimney! Through the floo! And if Hermione weren’t crazy, she would swear it was Father Christmas himself. She was dozing, thinking of Draco, the next thing she knew someone with a red robe and hat, white hair, and a giant bag filled with who knows what, was coming through the chimney.

She stood from her chair, searched quickly for her wand, couldn’t find it, so she picked up the closest thing she could find - the fireplace poker. Brandishing the poker, she raised it over her head to strike when the man in red turned around and spoke.

“Goodness, don’t hit me, Granger!” Draco dropped the bag and raised his hands. “It’s just me, for Merlin’s sakes!”

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