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The Twelve Days of Secret Santa	By : CryingCinderella Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 32182 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: She figured it out! ;-)

Perhaps it had been the chocolate or the succulent fruit but open entering her bedroom Hermione found that her creative mind was wide awake. In just moments she’d planned the headmaster’s gift for the fifth day of Christmas. Five enchanted chains, each one a bright color, purple, blue, maroon, pink, and green. Little rubbery loops on the end of the chains would enable him to hook the chains to his spectacles so that he could wear them around his neck. Though she was certain he would never admit it she had often heard stories from Minerva McGonagall that Albus Dumbledore frequently misplaced his glasses. The chains would be a good start to keeping them on his person. Their enchantment would help him locate them if a simple accio spell failed to bring them to him.

            She smiled and settled herself into her bed, anxious for her present come the morning. Hermione could not stop debating who would be so thoughtful; who would feel comfortable enough with her to be so intimate; digging through her past memories and catering to luxuries beyond her wildest fantasies. It was mind boggling. Minerva and the Headmaster as well as Neville, Hagrid and Remus were among the candidates most likely to give such gifts, but as all five of them had been eliminated as possibilities due to their Gryffindor affiliations she was once again puzzled. Her secret Santa was neither Filch nor Trelawney though she doubted very much that either of them would have been capable of the grandiose gestures she’d received.

            Perhaps Madam Pince was behind her amazing gifts. The woman was reserved and up-tight especially when it came to her books, but over the years Hermione felt as if she’d developed at the very least a softened friendship with the librarian. Though when her mind drifted back to the bath the notion that Irma Pince would dare be so intimate made her shake her head. It was not the librarian. She hardly knew Aurora Sinistra, though the woman was a very polite and sweet witch and Poppy Pomphrey had admitted that she was not Hermione’s secret Santa.

            It left very few options; none of whom seemed to be capable of sending the wonderful gifts. She thought hard; perhaps there was someone close to her that she’d overlooked but try as she might she was stumped. Her thoughts kept her tossing and turning drifting in and out of sleep as she contemplated the subject. It was well past midnight when Hermione finally found slumber against her pillow and she did not hear the door to her chambers slide open and the dark figure slip inside her study.

            The door to her bedroom creaked open but Hermione rolled over, eyes still closed, mind still curled warm in sleep. The figure loomed in the doorway for a moment before approaching her bed. A hand reached out over dresser just next to the bed and placed a small box there. As quickly as the shadow had arrived was as quickly as it vanished.

            Morning arrived and Hermione yawned. It was Friday and she had only one double class in the early afternoon. Her body was room and her bedroom was chilly. She reached to her dresser for her wand and waved it to start a fire in the hearth. As she set her wand back on the dresser her hand bumped against the box. Her eyes were wide as she gazed at the tiny box. It was black velvet no bigger than a teacup with a tiny red bow resting on its top side.

            With her legs crossed beneath her like a giddy school girl Hermione scooped the box up into her hands and pulled it closer to examine it properly. There was a tiny brass hinge holding the lid shut and she bit her lower lip, eyes so wide they were nearly popping out of her head. It was a jewelry box of some sort. Her secret Santa had presented her with jewelry. First the Minotaur hair sticks, then the snow in her office with the little red sled from her childhood. Then there had been the bath with the three jars and the four fruit trays with the most delicious chocolate fondue she had ever tasted. And now on the fifth day there was jewelry.

            Her fingers shook as she gently pulled the lid up and gazed down into it. A sparkling pair of earrings were nestled into the velvet cushion. They were gold, a simple diamond glittering in the center surrounded by a ring of five smaller rubies. They looked almost like little flowers and sparkled so brightly that if she looked closely she could see her reflection in their glassy surface. It took her breath away. They were the most stunning piece of jewelry she owned.

            She rushed through her shower just so she put the earrings on and when she did she felt as if her heart were going to melt and then ooze out of her chest. With giddiness akin to a young school girl Hermione flounced out of her chambers, nearly forgetting the headmaster’s present. She retrieved the chains, charmed them into a long thin box and then headed on her way down the corridor. There would be just enough time to head up to the owlery before lunch.

            Her entrance into the Great Hall did not go unnoticed. As she took her seat she noticed several of the staff members were gazing at her. This caused her to flush.

            “Those are quite beautiful,” Professor Flitwick commented as he passed her on his way over to his house table.

            “Present from your special person?” Madam Hooch asked.

            “Yes,” Hermione admitted.

            The flying instructor leaned over the girl’s shoulder and looked closely at her ear. “Real rubies and a diamond too. Someone must really like you,” she smirked, winked at Hermione and then headed out of the Great Hall.

            How had she missed it? Hermione felt a strange wave of realization wash over her. It had to be Madam Hooch! The staff lesbian, and with her previous career as a professional Quidditch player she would be able to afford such luxuries. It was endearing if a little unnerving. With a smile she began to enjoy her lunch. Knowing who her Secret Santa was brought her great pleasure for she had solved a mystery.

            But a mystery solved became a mystery unraveled as Hermione passed through the corridors on her way to her Friday afternoon class. The staircases had shifted on her while she was halfway up to the third floor. It lead her down the corridor that passed by Minerva’s chambers. Hermione found herself stilled in the corridor as she saw Madam Hooch carrying a large wrapped parcel toward the door that led into her former head of house’s office. The flying instructor slipped inside and a moment later appeared back into the hallway; her arms void of the package.

            Hermione frowned. If Madam Hooch was leaving presents in Minerva’s office then she had been wrong in thinking that her Secret Santa was the former Quidditch professional. New thoughts of uncertainty filled her head and she found herself back at square one as she meandered to her class. She had arrived late but hardly noticed as her mind was preoccupied with trying to figure out who her Secret Santa was if it wasn’t Madam Hooch after all.

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