Decorating for the Holidays

"Um, Harry?"

"What happened with the snakes now?" Harry wasn't sure he wanted to know what Ron was going to say.

"They have candy stripes."

"So the peppermint I keep smelling isn't because I've been hanging around you for the last week?" Harry looked annoyed. "Lovely."

***

Fred carefully packed, and charmed the snowball, waiting for the perfect opportunity to launch it at an unsuspecting victim. Beside him, George did the same, the twins grinning at each other. As McGonagall came down the hall one way, and Hagrid the other, they both threw the snowballs....

***

Hagrid twitched the branches that now resided where his lower face should be, looking annoyed. If a fir tree that brushed the ceiling could look annoyed. Fred, who was now looking up at him, was sure it was possible. He began to run.

Hagrid shook his head, well, the top of the tree, and pulled his pink umbrella out from under the branches, and fired off a snowball at the fleeing teen. Tucking the umbrella back under his branches, he levitated over, and hooked Fred up by the loop on his head.

***

McGonagall took a deep breath. Then another. She would not scream in rage at the top of her lungs, it would be totally pointless. And a student might hear her. She glared at the spot where George Weasley had been. As soon as he'd thrown the snowball, he'd run. Unlike Fred, who was now....

She turned, and chuckled at the sight. The one twin was a snowman ornament, with a terrified expression on his face, hanging off one of the branches of Hagrid the Christmas tree.

"Um, Minerva..."

"I won't tell."

"I need more ornaments."

"Well, George Weasley needs to be taught a lesson about throwing snowballs at teachers. And Mr. Malfoy is currently hiding somewhere in the great hall, last I saw him. He'd make an excellent angel for the top of the tree."

***

Draco peered out of his hiding place near the teacher's table fearfully. Hermione still was a cat, and she was still out there... He yelped as he was picked up by said person, who was now no longer a cat...

"There you are, Malfoy. McGonagall wants to see you."

"Let go of me, you stupid Mudblood! Let me down!" His voice was squeaking again, and he clamped his mouth shut.

I will, as soon as I've delivered you to McGonagall."

***

Harry and Ron both stared at the Christmas tree in the great hall. It was levitating right behind the seat Hgrid normally occupied, with several ornaments hanging from the branches. Two of them bore a strong resemblence to Fred and George. And on the top was Draco, fuming, tied to the highest branch, in the angel form he'd been occupying for most of a week now.

"What happened to Hagrid?"

"Fred hit him with a snowball." Hermione was sitting there calmly, as if she hadn't been a cat for a week, and nothing was happening up at the front of the hall. "He's a snowman, I believe. And George is the reindeer. I wonder what he did to McGonagall for her to do that to him?"

"I don't want to know, Hermione. I just don't want to know."