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When Draco started dating Ginny, he had a fair enough idea of what the girl was capable of.
But today, standing at the receiving end of one of her infamous hexes, he was starting to doubt his decision.
"Draco Malfoy. Did you just tell me that you do not like Christmas?"
"Ummm… Ginny. Listen. You've got it all wrong. I didn't mean that I do not like Christmas. Just, what is the point of covering the manor with garlands and stuff? Isn't the manor beautiful as it is?"
"Oh, Draco. You're such a scrooge."
"Oh, Ginny, wait. Haven't you heard of peace on earth and goodwill towards men?"
"Uh....no."
And with that, Draco had a flurry of bats flying out of his nose.
It was all good in the end, though. Ginny got what she wanted and Draco couldn't help but smile as she excitedly planned to decorate the Malfoy Manor for the Christmas.
So yes, he was a lovesick guy. And yes, his ancestors would be scrunching their nose at him right now. But he didn't mind it, as long as he had Ginny with him.