It was Christmas Eve, Pans,
In the Hog’s Head,
The old man said to me, won’t serve another one.
And as he rambled on
About his bloody goat,
I turned my face away,
Lump forming in my throat.

‘Cause I’m the lucky one,
The Dark Lord’s Chosen One,
I have this mission now,
Keeping me from you.
So, happy Christmas,
I love you, Pansy,
We’ll see a better time,
When nightmares don’t come true.

The Three Broomsticks is decked
In Gryffindor gold
But there’s a chill when I enter
Without you, I’m not bold.
For you first took my heart
As we danced at Yule time
When you promised me
The Manor would one day be mine.

You’re a prince.
You’re my Queen
The prettiest Slytherin
When the band finished playing
We howled out for more
The Weird Sisters were swinging
The Hufflepuffs were singing
We snogged in the corner
Then danced on the floor.

The Weasley Twins, dressed in dragon skin,
Were singing the Hogwarts’ Song,
And the festive cheer for us
Kept our love strong.

You smirk
And you’re smug.
You’ve a face like a pug,
Lying there in my bed, hell, I’d rather be dead.
You’re cheap with no merit,
A snivelling blonde ferret.
Happy Christmas, you arse.
I pray Circe it’s our last.

The Weasley Twins, dressed in dragon skins,
Were singing the Hogwarts Song
But the festive cheer for us
Has long since gone.

I want to be someone.
Well, you’re not anyone.
You took my heart from me,
When I first saw you.
I didn’t want it, Pans,
Don’t have one of my own,
I’ll make it all alone,
Won’t build my life around you.

The Weasley Twins, dressed in dragon skins,
Were singing the Hogwarts Song
But the festive cheer for us
Has long since gone.