A/N: I know it's pretty lame and all, but it depressed me to see very few holiday fics anymore, so I just wrote this down really quick. I know it's terrible. Don't be too mean.

In Need of Green

This was one of the few times in her life that Hermione truly despised Dumbledore. Being Dumbledore, he immensely enjoyed the spirit of different holidays; St. Patrick's being no different. In his early days as headmaster, he had cast a charm over the school so on St. Patrick's day, if you didn't wear green…you'd be sore the entire day.

Not only did friends and students have the right to pinch you, enchanted armor, various statues, and almost anything could reach out and give you a nice squeeze wherever they could reach. Unfortunately, this charm did not die along with Dumbledore.

And so here she was, digging desperately through her trunk trying to find something green. As her pile of assorted colored clothing grew larger, she began to panic. Why on earth did she not own anything green?

The answer was pretty obvious, as she was a true Gryffindor and refused to wear or pack anything green and bring to Hogwarts. And now, she regretted her foolish decision.

Sighing, she fell against her bed, screaming into her pillow in frustration. There was no way she could go outside her room, for even the decorative armor in her common room was under Dumbledore's enchantment.

Classes had been canceled out of irritation, for some students, like Hermione herself, refused to go out because of the constant pinching. However, Hermione was unfortunate enough to have used up all available resources in her room as a source of entertainment, and she was now stuck with nothing to do. She desperately needed to get to the library, but there was no way she could endure all the pinching from her room to the library.

But perhaps…just maybe…

Hermione quietly slid off of her bed and peeked out into the common room. It was void of a certain blonde Head Boy at the moment, exactly what she had been hoping for. Silently, she crept to the door next to hers and pushed it open slowly. He wasn't in his room…which meant she had a chance to sneak in and grab something green and race out.

Quickly, she began rifling through his trunk, looking for anything with a hint of green. Seconds turned into minutes as she could find absolutely nothing of her desired color.

"For Merlin's sake, what kind of Slytherin doesn't own anything green?"

"Apparently this one, Granger."

She froze.

"And would you be as kind as to explain to me why you're in my room, much less why you're going through my things?"

She stood up and cleared her throat, refusing to meet his eyes. "I, uh, was just looking for something green. I, myself, seem to have run out of green-colored items, and because you're a Slytherin, I assumed that you would naturally own something of your house color."

"Well, you assumed wrong."

She risked a glance at Malfoy's face and was mystified to see his lips twitch, suppressing either a smile or a frown.

There was an awkward silence, and she cleared her throat again. "I suppose I should leave." Quickly, she made her way to the door.

As soon as she got out, she let out a sigh of relief. Pulling out a green scarf, she smiled. At least she had managed to snatch up the scarf before Malfoy had seen her.


He shook his head, allowing himself a small smile. As long as she was going to keep his scarf, he might as well not tell her about her diary that he had taken.

A/N: Told you. But forgive me, I've been having writer's block for the past half a year, and I'm just too lazy to continue any story I begin, so the oneshots I've been writing haven't been exactly the best writing material.