Drabble/short one-shot collection (100 to 1000 words each) written for the Harry Potter Christmas Collection Competition. We were allowed to begin early, but everything takes place during the month of December. Reviews highly appreciated and welcome.

December 1st

Rose Weasley stood by the large evergreen tree that was placed near the entrance of the Great Hall. Her arm was outstretched, wand in hand, sending various Christmas tree decorations floating up to the top of the tree. Her brows were knitted together in concentration, a few strands of auburn hair falling in front of her eyes. Delicately, the ornaments were hooked onto the long, extending branches.

A hand suddenly creeped around her shoulders and she gasped. The glass ornament she was concentrating on fell to the ground with a crash, scattering glass all over the floor. Rose whipped her head around, her hair falling around her shoulders, to look who the culprit violating her personal space was.

"How about Hogsmeade this weekend?" Scorpius Malfoy asked, pretending not to notice the shards of glass on the stone floor. His arm was still around Rose's shoulders and he also decided to not take notice of the scowl that was forming on her face.

"No," Rose snapped, roughly shrugging his arm off of her.

With a flick of her wand, the glass was cleaned up and she resumed her decorating. A long piece of shimmery silver tinsel was now levitating above the two and began coiling around the tree. Scorpius, being the ever persistent boy he was, slowly reached his arm out to drape it around Rose's shoulders again. Rose angrily shoved his arm off again, causing her to lose concentration once more and the piece of tinsel she had levitating, floated back down and landed on Rose's head like a limp snake.

"That tinsel looks nice on you." Scorpius smirked and Rose quickly ripped it off of her head and threw it to the ground.

"Leave!" she exclaimed, pointing furiously to the stairs with her index finger.

The scene was almost humorous to Scorpius, it looked as though Rose was about to stomp her feet and have a fit. Her face was almost as red as her hair and for a moment, he could have sworn that there was steam coming out of her ears. He almost turned on his heels and left the girl behind to finish her decorating but then his mind struck up an idea.

"One day you'll go on a date with me," Scorpius stated and Rose snorted in response. "You don't think so? Let's have a bet then!"

Rose Weasley came from a highly competitive family. From school to sports, everything was a competition, and Scorpius knew as well as the next person, that Rose never backed down from a challenge. The redness of her cheeks began to fade and her eyes lit up with slight interest. Although, she attempted to stay as angry-looking as possible.

"What kind of bet?" she asked, only causing Scorpius' smirk to grow even bigger.

"I bet that by the end of December, you'll be begging to go on a date with me," he said, puffing his chest out slightly.

"Fine," she said. "What do I get when you lose on December 31st?"

"I'll never ask you out again."

"Deal," she said, and she turned and went back to her decorating, ignoring him once more.

Scorpius left her alone, already scheming how he was going to persuade the girl. Rose may be a clever girl, but Scorpius was a Slytherin and those cunning folk use any means to achieve their ends.