Chapter 1: Dear Santa

Last night I took a walk in the snow,
Couples holding hands, places to go,
Seems like everyone but me is in love
Santa can you hear me?

I signed my letter that I sealed with a kiss,
I sent it off, it just said this:
I know exactly what I want this year
Santa can you hear me?

I want my baby, baby
I want someone to love me, someone to hold,
And maybe, maybe
He'll be all my own in a big red bow

Santa can you hear me?
I have been so good this year
And all I want is one thing,
Tell me my true love is near

He's all I want, just for me
Underneath my Christmas tree
I'll be waiting here
Santa that's my only wish this year

Christmas Eve, I just can't sleep
Would I be wrong for taking a peek
'Cause I heard that you're coming to town
Santa can you hear me?

I really hope that you're on your way
With something special for me in your sleigh
Oh please make my wish come true,
Santa can you hear me?

I want my baby, baby
I want someone to love me, someone to hold
Maybe, maybe
We'll be all alone under the mistletoe

Santa can you hear me?
I have been so good this year,
All I want is one thing
Tell me my true love is near

He's all I want, just for me
Underneath my Christmas tree
I'll be waiting here
Santa that's my only wish this year

I hope my letter reaches you in time
Bring me love I can call all mine
'Cause I have been so good, so good this year,
Can't be alone under the mistletoe,
He's all I want in a big red bow.

Santa can you hear me?
I have been so good this year
And all I want is one thing
Tell me my true love is near

He's all I want, just for me
Underneath my Christmas tree
I'll be waiting here,
Santa that's my only wish this year

Oh Santa, can you hear me?
Oh Santa, Well he's all I want
Just for me, underneath my Christmas tree
I'll be waiting here,
Santa that's my only wish this year.

Hermione sighed as she turned off her music. She was only making herself more depressed than she already was. She was sitting in the window well staring out the window, literally doing as the music said and watching all the couples outside walking hand-in-hand in the snow – her best friends included. Harry had Ginny and Ron … well Ron had broken up with her a month ago and of course immediately started dating Lavender after. It still hurt but given the choice she honestly wouldn't go back to him either. Right now Hermione just wanted someone who would love her. Ron was the closest thing that reminded her of it and of course it didn't help with it being close to the holidays it only made her want it more.

"Dear Santa," she said out loud, "If you really do exist now would be the ideal moment to send me my only wish this year … Mr. Perfect, whoever he is."

She wished Santa Claus was real and in a month and a half she would find Mr. Perfect waiting for her underneath her Christmas tree. She laughed at herself. Now she was just being silly and slightly desperate.

The war was over and people were moving on and were happy again. She wanted to be part of that. Here she was – her 7th year. It should have been the best. Everything was so much better now. Even she was better. She took pride in how she looked now and it wasn't necessarily about the best grade, ok fine grades still mattered. But she had other hopes like to catch someone's eye – even though she didn't know whose. She was supposed to be out there, happy with everyone else but she couldn't bring herself to. This was especially after it took her forever to convince Harry and Ron and a few others to even come back and finish school. She was happy with the way things had turned out but honestly something was missing and she felt incredibly lonely.

She was lost in her own world and didn't notice someone walk into the Head's Common room.

"Still pining over Weasel because I'm fairly certain he's not pining over you," said a voice.

"Shove it, Malfoy," she said as she turned to give him a glare.

"Feisty," he said with a smirk.

Hermione just rolled her eyes and went back to focusing on her potions homework.

"So you're not denying it then?" he asked.

Silence.

"Ignoring me?" he asked again.

Hermione looked up and gave him a quizzical look.

"What do you mean ignoring you? We never talk and I don't know why you're bothering right now unless it's your one desire to irritate me to death and unfortunately I have to say it's working," she said.

"Score one point for me," he said with yet another smirk and then went to his room.

Hermione thought that was incredibly weird. They seriously never talked. Things weren't nearly as bad as they were during their first 6 years of school together, but they weren't great either. They merely tolerated each other, and normally that meant silence. They were both the heads surprisingly. She thought they should have chosen someone who was a real 7th year and not a repeat. Hermione didn't really want the attention, especially after the war, but Professor McGonagall said it would be a good example if they were heads together and got along in public. That's why they tolerated each other, but still it always meant silence.

Hermione just shook her head and focused on her homework again.

A few moments later Malfoy came out and sat his stuff at the table.

"Oh and by the way, nice pink cloud pants," he said.

Hermione gave a small smile, hoping he didn't see but still ignored him. He really was acting weird. Especially now he was sitting in the same room with her by choice.


A/N: This is my first HP Fanfic! Read & Review please! This one should finish up by Christmas otherwise it wouldn't make sense. :) This is obviously set during their makeshift 7th year and the characters might be slightly different than their normal selves... example Hermione cares what she looks like now, so just an FYI. Still hope you enjoyed!