Hermione entered the common room and saw Draco reading a book on the couch. She walked over and sat down on the other side of the couch. “Homework on holiday?” she smiled.
Draco looked up from his book and returned a smile. “Where were you just now?”
She shook her head and stared over at the fireplace. “Nowhere.”
“’Mione, it’s okay,” he explained. “I know you and Ron are still friends.”
She shrugged and turned back around. “I just wanted to say bye and wish him a happy Christmas.”
Draco nodded and looked back down at his book. “You know, I believe we’re the only ones in our year who decided to stay.”
She moved closer to him on the couch. “It’s kind of nice, isn’t it?”
He looked up from his book and gazed into her eyes, seeing adoration behind them. “I’m so glad you decided to stay and spend Christmas break with me,” he smiled.
“There’s no place I would rather be,” she happily stated, as she leaned her head on his shoulder.
Thankfully, Harry did not seem as lost in the Manor as he originally thought he would be. He remembered most of what Draco told him and whatever he did forget, Narcissa was there to help him out a bit.
He entered Draco’s room and looked around at his surroundings. The walls were highly decorated with various drawings, which he assumed came from Draco. His eyes widened when he saw the huge king-size bed over near the window. He ran over to the bed and plopped himself down, feeling the silk, green sheets beneath him.
He heard a gentle knock on his door and saw it slightly open. “Are you decent?” came a soft, motherly voice.
“Yes, come in,” he answered, sitting himself up on the bed.
The door opened wider, so Narcissa was able to enter. She closed the door behind her and walked closer to Harry, sitting on the bed next to him. “I just want you to know that I’m here if you need me,” she comforted him.
“Thanks, but I’m sure I’ll be alright,” he said.
She nodded and stared into his eyes. “I want to thank you for what you are willing to do for my son. And, I also want to apologize for anything I may have said about you in the past.”
He smiled. “Thanks, Mrs. Malfoy.”
“Mother,” she reminded him.
“Mother,” he repeated, feeling a little awkward about calling her that, but also feeling somewhat happy to have a mother figure in his life at the moment.
“Draco, get your bloody arse down here this instant,” roared Lucius.
Narcissa rolled her eyes and stood back up. “Just sit there and listen. Let him do all the talking and everything should be fine,” she coached.
He nodded and left his bedroom, with Narcissa following closely behind, directing him how to get back down to the main living area, where Lucius was waiting for him.
“Thanks,” he whispered behind him, as he stopped in the doorframe of the living area.
She gave him a little wink and walked away, leaving him and her husband alone.
Lucius had his right arm propped on their fireplace mantle. He was staring into the blazing fire, with his back toward Harry, mumbling quietly to himself.
Harry heeded Narcissa’s words and remained silent, waiting for Lucius to speak. He looked around the room and noticed how dark and empty it was inside. There was nothing on the walls or on the shelves, which made the room echo a bit.
“You’ve ignored my owls. You’ve ignored my messages from Blaise,” Lucius started, as he continued to gaze into the fire.
Harry gulped, feeling that a repeat of what happen in the hospital wing was about to happen here. He again did not speak, for fear that anything he said or did was going to come back to hurt him.
Lucius finally turned around, glaring at his son. “Do you know how bad it looks when your own son doesn’t want to follow in your footsteps? Or how embarrassing it is for me to have to tell the Dark Lord that my son keeps having doubts?”
Harry stared down at the floor, not sure if he should answer him or still keep quiet.
Lucius walked closer and grabbed him by the throat, lifting him slightly off the ground. “Defiance is not a Malfoy trait,” he seethed.
Harry could feel his body begin to shake at the sound of Lucius’ voice. His breaths were starting to grow shallow, as well. He knew he had to say something, but he wasn’t able to get anything out.
Lucius grabbed his wand with his free hand, from under his robes, and pointed it at his son’s chest. “I’m very disappointed in you,” he drawled. “Crucio.”
Harry screamed in agony as he felt his body tense at the excruciating pain. He remained frozen in Lucius’ grasp, not wanting to move a muscle for fear that something could break, or that he could be choked to death.
Lucius watched, with a devilish grin, as his son tried to squirm. He then ceased the curse and loosened his grip around Harry’s throat, when he saw him trying to say something. He could see the tears that stained his face from the pain he endured. “What was that?” he asked, leaning closer.
“I…I’m joining,” Harry coarsely whispered, not able to get his voice fully back, yet.
Lucius smirked at his son’s response and roughly dropped him back on his feet. Harry stammered a bit, but was able to catch himself from actually falling. “I knew you’d eventually come around,” he said, as he turned back around and stared into the fireplace once more. “I will alert the Dark Lord. The ceremony will take place the first of the year.”
Harry glared at the back of Lucius. “I look forward to it,” he said, hoping that he wouldn't catch the sarcasm.
Lucius turned back around and smirked at his son. “I’m sure you will. Now, get out of my sight. Dismissed.”
Harry quickly left the room, not wanting to give Lucius another excuse for cursing him. Remembering the stairways he took earlier, he walked the same path and found himself in front of Draco’s bedroom door again. He took in a long, deep breath and entered the room, plopping himself down on the bed. He was so weak and just wanted to sleep.
Harry, wearing Draco’s best green dress robes, was staring at himself in front of the full-length mirror. He sighed, wanting the night to be over before it began. It was the eve of Christmas and the Malfoys were throwing their traditional Christmas party. Harry was already not looking forward to the guests he would see there.
As he went to grab a comb from the dresser, he accidentally bumped into the piece of furniture, which made his wand roll to the ground and under the dresser. He grunted and dropped to his knees to try and locate his wand. He moved his hand under the dresser, searching everywhere.
His hand finally touched something, but he knew it wasn’t his wand. Curiously, he pulled the item out from under the dresser and stared at it. It was a small book with pieces of parchment bound together. Looks almost like a journal, Harry laughed to himself. No way. Does Malfoy really have a journal?
He walked over to the bed and sat down, opening the book. His eyes widened when he saw that it was, in fact, Draco’s journal. He gazed at the first page and immediately fell upon his name that was written on the page. He knew he shouldn’t read Draco’s private thoughts, but he was very intrigued by them. He leaned back on a pillow and began reading.
Tomorrow is the start of my first year at Hogwarts. I’m really excited to see what kinds of people I will meet there. Hopefully I can finally make some friends. Father always frowned on me wanting to make friends. He believes that we should only look out for ourselves and to trust no one. I can respect that, but I still think it’s nice for companionship. More than likely I’ll be in Slytherin, which is very honorable, or so I am told. My father told me that Harry Potter would be starting this year, too. I don’t understand why people are making such a fuss over him. He’s just a kid, like me. So what if he survived the curse. It’s not like he did anything. He was only a baby. Okay, it is a little cool what happened, but don’t let father know I said that.
Harry smiled and flipped through a few more pages, as he sank deeper into the book.
Stupid me! I accidentally let it slip to father how I admired the Golden Trio’s relationship. But, honestly, it’s weird how they can trust each other so easily. My father hates it when I talk about them and never lets me forget it. I have tried to stop myself, but somehow I always seem to let things slip. Tonight, he really hurt me. In fact, this was the first time he ever used an unforgivable curse on me. I guess he got tired of beating me up with his fists. I don’t understand how a father can do that to his own son. He says that he hates doing it to me, but it seems like he is always doing it to me. And I don’t know why, but there are times when I believe he is smiling while doing it. Sometimes I want to hate him, but I know he’s only looking out for me and is scared of what my life may become. He wants me to follow in his footsteps, but I don’t know if that’s really me.
Harry rubbed his eyes, as he continued to read. The pages kept going on, as he talked about his father’s beatings and how he felt about the Golden Trio and even when he found out about Snape and his mother. He suddenly stared down at one of the last few entries where a familiar name was staring right back up at him.
I can't hold it in anymore. I even had to summon you to my bedroom at school, so I could write this down. I just like her so much and I hate that I’m feeling like this. Father would kill me, literally, if he ever found out, but I can’t take it anymore. She’s constantly on my mind. Damn it! Why did I tease her so much? I wish I could tell her how I feel, but I know it would never work out. I am destined to become a Death Eater, like my father, and a Death Eater would never be allowed to date a muggle-born. She is such a smart witch, too. I wonder if she ever thinks about me. No, she probably hates me so much because I’m a Slytherin and she’s a Gryffindor. And that I teased her all the time, too. Stupid me! Why did I do that? No. You’re right. I had to. If my father were to ever find out. Oh man! Still, I sometimes wish we could forget about everything in our lives and just be with each other. I really like her and I wish I could just scream it from the rooftops. I like Hermione Granger! There. I said it. Now I have to send you back to my room at home, so this doesn't get in the wrong hands. I like her so much! Okay, now I'm really done.
Harry started coughing as he finished reading the entry. He couldn’t believe that Draco liked Hermione. “I can’t believe this. Oh, he better not try anything with her,” Harry seethed, thinking about how the two of them are together at the school right now, alone.
A knock sounded and Harry quickly threw the journal underneath the mattress. The door opened and Pansy, wearing a green strapless dress, which fit snugly around her body and gave a generous boost to her bosom, entered.
Harry’s mouth dropped as he watched her walk in. His eyes fell over her, and he was left speechless, forgetting everything about Draco and his feelings for Hermione. His heart stopped for a second, but then started to beat again. He didn’t even realize he was holding his breath until he took a deep breath.
Pansy smiled as she watched his reaction. “I take it you like my dress,” she said, as she twirled in front of him.
Harry nodded, astonished by the sight. “You’re stunning,” he finally managed to say.
Pansy blushed and walked closer to him. “Thank you. You’re not too bad yourself. Your mother told me you were up here.”
“Yeah, I was just about to go downstairs,” he said, as he got off the bed.
She went to go grab his arm, but quickly pulled away from him, knowing she should play hard to get. He saw her back away and started to wonder why she wasn’t clinging on to him like she normally does. She turned around and left his bedroom first, with him following behind, confused why she was acting so shy.
As they reached the end of the stairs and over toward the ballroom, Harry saw many guests walking around, talking loudly and giving each other cheers with their glasses of alcoholic beverages. Pansy left Harry’s side and walked over to some fellow Slytherin students on the side. He roamed the ballroom with his eyes, wondering who was here.
“Hey,” came a voice from behind.
Harry turned around and saw Blaise standing behind him. They gave each other a handshake and Harry stole a glance over in Pansy’s direction. She smiled and turned back around to talk with the group she was with.
“Oh no. You like her again?” Blaise whined, seeing his best friend glancing over at her.
“Of course not,” Harry quickly responded. “But, she does look really good in that dress.”
Blaise rolled his eyes, knowing all too well what that meant. “Whatever. So, apparently she has grown rather fond of you.”
“What do you mean?” Harry asked, interested in the topic at hand.
“Well, remember that girl I was seeing? Supposedly she heard Pansy talking to this other girl about you and how she wanted to be with you and only you and was not going to put out anymore.”
Harry laughed. “Right.”
“No, seriously,” Blaise explained, leaning closer to him. “She actually rejected Nott and hasn’t been seen in a guy’s bed for about two weeks now.”
Harry, stunned by the news, looked over at her and couldn’t help but feel something more for her. “And she’s doing it because of me?” he smiled, excited to know that she wanted to change herself for him.
Blaise patted his friend on the shoulder and sighed, as he walked away.
Harry remained where he was, still thinking about Pansy. He then looked over to his right and saw Narcissa and Snape conversing in the corner, where they would discreetly touch each other every so often, in a flirtatious manner. He quickly scanned the room, wondering if anyone was watching, but saw they were all preoccupied with other things.
A waltz started and some couples began to dance with the music. Harry watched as Narcissa left Snape to find Lucius. Lucius grabbed her hand and swiftly moved her onto the dance floor. They both glided with the music, not missing a beat. She smiled into his eyes, as the onlookers watched. Harry knew it was all a ruse, but he still found it to be quite charming. He glanced over at Snape and saw his eyes fill with hatred for the man that was dancing with his lover.
Snape looked over at Harry and motioned for him to meet him outside the ballroom. Harry nodded and slowly made his way out of the room, with Snape casually walking out behind him.
“I heard what’s happening the first of the year,” Snape quietly stated, seeing how there were stragglers still in the main hallway.
Harry nodded, not wanting to make eye contact with him. “Malfoy needs to do this in order to survive.”
“I agree, but I’m still surprised that you are willing to do this for him.”
Harry shrugged, but didn’t respond.
“What’s that from?” he asked, with some concern, as he pointed toward the side of Harry’s throat where a bruise still lingered from when Lucius grabbed him.
Harry sighed. “Malfoy.”
Snape’s eyes narrowed. “Bastard,” he whispered, still furious that Lucius beats up on his own son.
Harry turned around and saw Pansy standing near the doors that led back into the ballroom.
“Care to dance?” she smiled.
He nodded, but soon regretted it when he realized that he didn’t know the first thing about dancing. He knew Draco was a good dancer, recalling back to fourth year and seeing how he danced at the Yule Ball. He frantically looked over at Snape, wondering if he knew what could possibly happen if he got out on the dance floor.
Snape winked at Harry and then mumbled something incoherent. He looked over at his two students and nodded, after he stopped mumbling. “You both have a happy Christmas,” he said, as he left and returned to the ballroom.
Harry gulped as Pansy grabbed his arm, bringing him onto the dance floor. A slow song came on and he instinctively wrapped his arm around Pansy’s waist and placed his other hand in her awaiting hand, as they pushed themselves closer together. They began to sway to the music. Harry couldn’t believe he was actually dancing.
Snape watched them dance together, as he stood near the back wall. Narcissa walked closer and stood next to him, as she watched them dance, too.
“You put a spell on him, didn’t you?” she quietly said, still gazing at the two teenagers.
“Well, we do have to pretend he’s Draco, don’t we?” Snape whispered back.
She smiled and snuck a glance over at him. He winked at her and then looked up and clenched his teeth as he saw Lucius approach them.
“You wouldn’t be stealing my wife, now, would you Severus?” Lucius smiled, feeling a little inebriated, as he wrapped his arms around Narcissa’s waist and kissed her neck.
Snape raised his glass of scotch toward him. “Not now, Lucius. But I will later tonight,” he truthfully said, as he downed the last of his drink.
Lucius laughed, believing it was a joke, and led Narcissa back onto the dance floor. Snape shook his head as he refilled his glass with some more scotch. “Bastard,” he whispered again, as he watched them dance together.
Hermione and Draco sat close on the couch, staring into the fireplace. It was the night before Christmas and Hermione had suggested they sleep out in the common room together, like a sleepover, which, of course, he immediately agreed to.
The fire had warmed up the room considerably, so she decided to wear a shorter satin nightgown that came right above her knees. He was wearing some flannel boxers and a white tank top.
While sitting on the couch, she placed her head on his shoulder and sighed. He looked down at her and lifted his shoulder she had her head against, making her look over at him.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
She turned toward the fireplace, but knowing her answer was not there, she turned her gaze back on Draco. “It’s such a beautiful night.”
He smiled and looked around the common room. “That it is.”
She watched him smile and she couldn’t take it anymore. She placed her hand on his chest, waiting for him to return her stare. When their eyes met, her body filled with passion. “I want you to kiss me,” she whispered.
“I…I can’t,” he hesitated, looking away from her.
“Yes, you can,” she insisted.
He shook his head and stood up from the couch, not able to be in close proximity to her, for fear that he would do something foolish. “Hermione, you don’t understand,” he said, as he headed toward the kitchen, not able to look at her.
She stood up from the couch as well. “You underestimate me,” she frowned, placing her hands on her hips.
He sighed as he stood in the kitchen, with his back facing her. He knew better than to turn around and look at her.
She walked closer to him. “Would you please just look at me?”
He lowered his head, but knew he could not ignore her pleading. He turned toward her and looked into those deep dark eyes that were lovingly staring back at him.
She stared into his eyes and smiled, knowing that everything she felt and believed about him was true. She walked closer to him and placed her hands on his face. She leaned in closer, until her nose almost touched his.
He could feel her breath lightly blow across his lips. He knew that all he had to do was lean in only a fraction of the way and he would finally taste those succulent lips that have been teasing him for months. He felt his heart racing and his body heat up.
“I want you,” she whispered, still holding onto his face. “I want you now.”
At the sound of those words, his stomach flipped and he couldn’t take it anymore. Putting all of his concerns on hold for the moment, he leaned in and covered her lips with his own. His heart beat faster as he finally tasted those lips he wanted for so long. He could taste the sweetness of her lips and feel the gentleness they possessed. He moved his tongue along her lips, begging for access inside her mouth.
Feeling his tongue gently touch her lips, she slightly parted them, allowing him access. He slowly massaged his tongue around hers. She quietly moaned as he reached his hand behind her head and pushed her harder against his lips. She kissed his lips harder and gently bit his lower lip, which made him moan as well.
He led her over to the couch, still passionately kissing her along the way. When they reached the couch, she lay down first and he hovered above, still kissing her. She wrapped her arms around him, moving her hands along his back and working her way up to his hair. He freely moved his hands along her legs, sliding further up her sides, but stopping himself from reaching higher up her chest.
“It’s okay,” she whispered, behind her kiss.
“Are you sure?” he panted, as he released his lips from hers for a quick second and looked into her eyes.
As soon as she gave him the go ahead, he returned his lips to hers, moving his hands further up her chest. She gave another moan, which made him smile behind his kiss, knowing that he was satisfying her. He started to unbutton her shirt, as he left her lips and kissed down her neck and over her collarbone.
She closed her eyes as she felt his warm breath against her body, feeling his hands go inside her shirt and touch her bare skin. “Oh, Draco,” she moaned in pleasure.
He smiled and brought his lips back to hers, kissing them again. Not until a few seconds later did it suddenly dawn on him on what she just said. He stopped kissing her and pulled away, staring down at her in bewilderment. “What did you just say?”
She grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him closer to her, so their lips were only a few inches apart. “Happy Christmas, Draco,” she whispered, as she crashed her lips on his once more.
A/N: Soooo?? :) I really hope you liked this chapter!! And I know... you're probably all hating me right now because of how I ended it, but I had to! This was the last chapter I have written, so now I need to start moving on this story. :) Thanks again for everyone who has read and reviewed!
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