A/N: The final chapter of Draco's Christmas Carol. I hope you've enjoyed this stroy :). It'll be one of the last times I write Draco so OOC again lol.
The early morning sun was shining through the window, into the common room, and hit the couch, causing Draco to wake. He rubbed his eyes and closed them quickly. It was too early.
Draco knew he had to get up but his brain had other ideas; he was still lying on the couch and his eyes were still shut. It must be really early.
He could hear footsteps from upstairs, Hermione must be up. Draco didn’t hear her come down or sit on the coffee table in front of him.
"If I knew you were gonna sleep on the couch all night I would have woken you up when I got in a dragged you to your bed."
Draco opened his eyes again, groaned and shut them again, "what time is it?"
His neck was stiff and his back was aching. I can’t believe I slept on the couch last night.
Last night. The ghosts. His future. He remembered now. He pulled himself up so fast he made Hermione jump backwards.
"What day is it?"
Hermione laughed at him, "where have you been? It’s Christmas Day!"
"Christmas Day," he whispered.
"Are you alright?"
Draco shook his head. How was he supposed to tell her about the ghosts, about his past, his present…his future. He wouldn’t…for now. "yeah I just had a really strange dream." At least if he said it was all a dream she wouldn’t think he was crazy.
Draco smirked, "A Christmas Carol."
Hermione raised her eyebrow, "really? That story keeps getting mentioned, it’s so strange. Did you know Theo has seen it?"
Draco nodded, "yeah it was my DVD, I watched it with him. Blaise would have watched it too but his parents took him to Italy that Christmas."
Hermione stared at him in disbelief, "you have muggle stuff? Why? How?!!"
"That’s a story for another day."
"Yeah you’re right," Hermione agreed, "we’re talking about your dream. What happened?"
Draco stood up from the couch and stretched causing his t-shirt to rise. But his eyes were shut, so he didn’t see Hermione looking. " You know; three ghosts, seeing your past, present and future, a happy ending."
"A happy ending?" Hermione smirked and Draco nodded and, knowing where this was going, smiled at her, "as in you liked Christmas at the end?"
Ha! I knew it. "Yes Hermione that is the general idea. Have you never seen A Christmas Carol?…Or read it?"
Hermione scowled, "I don’t just read you know! I may think that books are better than their film adaptations, but I do watch them."
"Ok, I just wondered is all."
She nodded, satisfied with his answer and carried on with her questioning, "what did Past, Present and Future show you?"
Draco thought long and hard on whether or not to answer her and Hermione seemed to be getting impatient. He decided he would tell so much. "Past was Pansy," Hermione laughed; Draco ignored her, "she showed me something that happened when I was seven when I was Christmas shopping with my mum. It was the reason I stopped liking Christmas."
"What was it?"
"It’s not important right now. Maybe I’ll tell you in the future." Hermione nodded, signifying he could continue, "Present was Blaise…"
"…He showed me the Christmas party you had last night."
Hermione looked at him, confused, "how would you know what happened at the party?"
"Erm…It was a dream…I made it up based on…things I knew about the three of you and things you’d said to me." Nice save. Hermione thought about Draco’s answer for too long, in his opinion. He was starting to thing she didn’t believe him until she said, "ok. Carry on, what did you see?"
"Can I just ask; why are you so interested?"
"Because the whole time I’ve known you, you’ve never liked Christmas and now your dreaming about liking it. It’s interesting. I wanna know."
Shrugging his shoulders, Draco carried on with his ’story’. "Blaise was upset that I wasn’t there, you went to see if he was alright, Theo said I was a scrooge - shocking you to find out he watching muggle films, Blaise got angry saying why I should be there, Ghost made me feel guilty. What?" Hermione was looking at him funny.
"it’s scary how accurate your dream was to what happened last night. Are you sure you weren’t there?"
"Positive, you would have seen me. I kind of stand out," he pointed to his blonde hair. Hermione laughed; she had to agree with him. She didn’t know anyone else who had such blonde hair other than the Malfoy’s.
"Finally, the future."
Draco looked down for a second, remembering his future, then looked back up at Hermione, smirking, "I’ll tell you in ten years."
"Aww come on!"
"What makes you think we’ll still be talking in ten years?"
Draco laughed and tapped his temple with this finger, "I saw it remember."
"I was in your dream future?"
"That’s all you’re going to know for ten years. Oh and you were the ghost. But that is it. Dream me was shocked when you came as the ghost, but know that I think about it, it’s not surprising. You keep trying to get me to like Christmas."
"So, you’ll tell me in ten years," Draco nodded, "I’ll hold you to that. Did your dream succeed were we did not? Do you like Christmas?"
"What’s for breakfast?" he asked getting off the couch, ignoring her question. She sighed and shook her head, which was how she saw the Christmas presents and remembered why she came down so early during a holiday.
"Do you wanna open presents?"
Draco looked at her then at the presents, then shook his head, "not yet, I’m starving. Then…" he looked at his watch,"…seeing as Blaise and Theo are still asleep, I’ll go get them and bring them here with theirs. We can open them together like we did when we were kids. I need to apologise for upsetting them. Merlin, we haven’t opened our presents together in years. You can get your friends if you want. What?" this was the second Hermione has looked at him funny.
"Who are you and what have you done with Draco Malfoy?"
He laughed at her, "breakfast. Friends. Presents. Ok?"
"Breakfast. Friends. Presents. Ok."
They walked into the Head’s kitchen.
"Who are you and what have you done with Draco Malfoy?" was asked by Blaise, Theo, Harry, Ron and Ginny at the same time as soon as Draco and the other two Slytherins got to the Head’s common room.
He rolled his eyes at them and walked to his presents, "you wanted me to have Christmas Spirit back. Well, it’s back. Enjoy it." He told them in a tone that told them it could go at any minute. His friends didn’t want that and joined him at the table, followed by the Gryffindors. Hermione was already at the table, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
"So, you got it back because of a dream Malfoy?" Harry asked him.
Draco glared at Hermione, "that is the last time I tell you anything," knowing, though, that he wouldn’t keep it. But she didn’t need to know that, did she? Yet.
"I accidentally let slip that this was your idea and they demanded to know why."
He smirked and looked at Ginny, who replied, "yes by ‘they’ she does mean me. I can be very persuasive can’t I Hermione?"
She nodded but said nothing.
The morning passed a lot quicker than they expected. Everyone was laughing and joking, while trying the presents they got. When lunch came no one wanted to leave so Hermione made snacks in the Head’s kitchen while people shared stories of past Christmases.
"I remember one Christmas when mum and dad were both ill. Bill and Charlie had to look after me, Ron, Percy and the twins. Our Christmas dinner was the chocolates we got and by the end of the day Bill had caught what our parents had and was ill, Fred and George had practically destroyed the house and had Percy dangling upside down, Charlie hadn’t been able to cope so he went outside and refused to come back in which didn’t help, Ron was throwing up everywhere because he ate all his chocolate way too fast and I was sat in the corner away from everyone so that when mum and dad finally came down I didn’t get in any trouble…though it was my idea to have Percy dangled upside down but like mum would believe Fred and George. It was a very good day wasn’t it Ron?"
"Speak for yourself," he replied, though it was hard to tell with his mouth full of chicken sandwich. Everyone started laughing.
"What was your best Christmas Malfoy?" Harry asked him.
My future one.
"How can Draco have a best Christmas if he never liked it?" Theo asked them, Blaise scowled at him and punched him in the arm.
It was quiet for a bit before he answered, "I was six and I was upset because my dad said he wouldn’t be back for Christmas. My mum tried to make me feel better and when I woke up on Christmas Day my mum was downstairs with my Aunt Andromeda and Tonks. I hadn’t seen them in ages because they didn’t like my dad and he wasn’t too fond of them so I was really happy to see them and it did make me feel better. Blaise and Theo came and I was having so much fun that I almost forgot why I was sad in the first place. I didn’t hear the door open or close, so I didn’t know someone had come till he said my name. I turned around and there was my dad. He’d rescheduled the trip until the next day. It was my best Christmas because everyone I wanted to be there was there and happy and smiling, no arguments and fights. I’d never had that before and it was what I wanted."
Everyone was smiling because Draco’s story and he could have sworn that Hermione and Ginny had tears in their eyes.
"What do you want more than anything now? No, wait, we’ll make it a game. I’ll go first and we’ll go clockwise which means you’ll be last Draco. Right, what I want more than anything…and no one even think of laughing…is my S.P.E.W. charity to take off so I can have equal rights for house elves. Ron?"
"Ok, I…really want…cake. Your turn Harry." Now everyone started laughing.
"I really want to be thought of as me and not ‘The Chosen One’. The war is over and Voldemort is gone but they still won’t leave me alone."
"If it makes you feel any better," Draco said, "you will always be known as just Potter to me, or Pothead, or St Potter or Scarhead; the list is endless," he smirked.
Harry smiled at him, "thank you and to me you’ll always be a ferret."
Draco’s smirk dropped at bit, "I can live with that. Your next, Ginny."
"Easy; I want Harry."
Ron choked on his food and everyone stared at her in shock but Harry sat there as if it was normal for Ginny to say that and they all noticed it.
Ginny looked at Hermione then Ron, "an extra Christmas present for you; me and Harry have been seeing each other for a while and we chose today to officially tell you."
Ron glared at Harry. If looks could kill he thought and out loud said, "I think I’ll go sit over there next to Blaise and Theo." He moved quickly.
Harry nodded and grinned.
Blaise spoke next. "My turn, I want it to be Christmas everyday."
"Obviously Draco, it’s to see how long your Christmas spirits lasts. I don’t think I can wait till next year."
"What do you want Theo?" Hermione asked him.
"Me? I want to go to sleep because I got woken up at eight in the morning, on Christmas Day, by someone who didn’t even like it yesterday. What do you want Draco?"
Draco didn’t even need to think about what he wanted. He looked at Hermione while he said it. "I want to ask this girl that I’m absolutely crazy about if she will go out with me."
She was smiling at him, "really? And who is this girl?"
"Let’s see, she has brown eyes, brown curly hair, she likes to read a lot, oh and she’s really smart."
"I like her already."
Hermione laughed, "do you think she’ll say yes?"
"I hope so."
"What if she doesn’t?"
He groaned, "Hermione, don’t ruin it for me."
"I wouldn’t want to do that would I. It looks like she’s gonna say yes. It’s your lucky day Draco."
When it neared dinner, everyone left, leaving Hermione and Draco on their own. "So, you're crazy about me?"
"It’s good to know."
"I’ve liked you for a while too." they had unconsciously walked closer and closer to one another until there was hardly any distance between them. "There’s something we have to do before we go to the great hall for Christmas dinner, an old tradition."
"Yeah, what’s that?"
Hermione pointed upwards, telling Draco to look up. He laughed when he saw it. Mistletoe. He looked back to her. "We wouldn’t want to break tradition would we?"
"Definitely not," she whispered.
They both leaned in gently and let their lips touch briefly for a second before she pulled him to her and deepened it.
10 years later.
Hermione was lying in bed, reading when Draco came in. "Are the kids in bed?" she asked not looking from her book.
"Yes and they went straight to sleep. They didn’t even want a story. Ciaron said he didn’t want one because the quicker they go to sleep, they quicker morning will come and Santa will have been. Grace agreed."
"I don’t why you still ask if they want a story. They say they same thing every year."
Draco got into bed, "you never know, they might surprise us one year." He was just drifting off to sleep when Hermione put her book down and poked him. "What?"
Guess what? It’s been ten years. You promised you would tell me what you saw in your future in your dream."
Draco sat back up, "you remember that." His wife nodded. "What happened this evening?"
Hermione frowned, wandering what that had anything to do with his dream, but answered anyway, "me and Grace went into the living room, Ciaron started shouting for me to help him and you carried him in tickling him, he’d eaten one of the brownies we’d made earlier, I cleaned his face and he asked to open one of his presents, we said no at first but conceded to one, we all had a brownie and some hot chocolate then you put the kids to bed and I came in here and now here we are."
"I don’t get it."
You’ve just answered your own question. From you and Grace going into the living room to the kids opening a present; that is what I saw in my future ten years ago."
"How? Because you are not physic!"
Draco chuckled, "no I’m not, I told you it was a dream so that you wouldn’t think I was insane."
Hermione tried to make out what he was saying, "so it wasn’t a dream?"
He shook his head, "no, it was all real. Three ghosts came to our common room and made me go with them to see my past, present and future. And you know what?"
Hermione shook her head smiling, "what?"
"I’m extremely glad they did, because if they hadn’t, I wouldn’t have the life and family I have now."
Draco pulled Hermione to him and she lay on his chest, "I’m glad they did too. I still think you’re crazy though."
She felt him laugh and sigh as well as hear him, "me too."
And they fell asleep knowing tomorrow was going to be an exhausting yet fun day with their family and friends. Neither of them could wait. Why? Because they both loved Christmas.
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