The Christmas of Our Lives
"Oh, finally it's Christmas break," I exclaimed. Not too many people knew it, but I love winter, and Christmas.
I'm Head Girl this year, so I have my own dormitory. I share it with the Head Boy, Draco. Yeah, I said Draco.
We had gotten to know each other really well, and we were on our first name basis, in our common room at least. Outside our common room, I was Granger or Malfoy, he was Malfoy or Ferret.
Sigh. I wished Draco liked me, at least as a friend. I liked him more than a friend Ugh. Why can't everyone get along?
I hear my name. It's Draco
"Hermione," he calls.
"Yeah," I called back.
"Come down here, please."
"Kay, hold on."
I grab my wand, and dab on some perfume
"What's up", I asked.
"I was wondering if you were up to a snowball fight."
Draco had on a forest green polo with silver stripes. Slytherin colors. I smirk. He has on jeans and sneakers. He really is hot. I blushed, caught up in a whirlwind of fantasies.
"Yeah, I'm up to a snowball fight," I said quickly.
"Why are you blushing," he asked suspiciously.
"No reason," I said quickly.
"OK, sure." He smirked. "Meet me next to Hagrid's hut. OK?"
"Yeah, I'll be out in a bit."
"OK, don't keep me waiting, Hermione," he said, smiling.
When he says my name, I want to melt, but I keep a straight face.
He walks out. I hurry to my room. I put on a warm red and green Christmas sweater, knitted by Mrs. Weasley. I put on my dark wash jeans, and my furry jeans. I put on my big furry trapper style hat my mom got me for Christmas.
I dab on some mascara and lipstick, grab my coat, and walk out of our dorm. I put on my coat as I walk through a quiet castle. It's 10 in the morning on a Saturday. Most people are in their common room, breakfasting, or still asleep.
I don't meet anyone on my way out.
I find Draco by Hagrid's hut.
"OK, let's Mke some rules," I said.
"Like what," he asked.
"well, we can't injure each other.
"that's it?"
"yep," I said. "let the battle begin!" I wave my wand, and a snowball hit Draco right in the chest. He gasps, and I make another snowball and stuff it down my shirt.
I smile at his discomfort. He gets me back, though.
He grabs his wand, and makes a snowball hit my face.
My eyes tear up, and I start to cry. Draco stops immediately.
"Hermione," he said hesitantly, "are you OK?"
"No, I'm not," I said. "My face hurts, and I like you and you don't like me because I'm a Mudblood. I end up sobbing. I sit in the snow, oblivious to the cold.
"Hermione," he begins. " I was hoping for a better place for this, but here goes. I love you. I've loved you since I first met you. And it's true, I hated you, but the hate wasn't real. I loved you deep down. So many times I've seen you, Weasley, and Potter together, and it hurts me so bad. I couldn't go up and talk to you, of course. I'm not into being punched in the face." He smiled. "But that doesn't matter. I want to know," he said while pulling out a small velvet covered box," if you will become my wife. I've already discussed it with my parents. I am still the Malfoy heir. They don't exactly approve, but what makes me happy makes them happy, and you make me experience a happiness I have never felt."
I looked up into those silver eyes. The eyes of my sworn enemy. The boy who had made me feel worthless. They had a pleading look I had never seen in those beautiful silver orbs before.
I looked at the ring in his hand. The metal was gold and silver, intertwined, and the stones were rubies and emeralds. Slytherin and Gryffindor, together at last.
"Yes, Draco," I whispered.
He scooped me off the ground, and we stood as snow fell over the ground of Hogwarts.
"Happy Christmas, Draco," I whispered.
He whispered," Happy Christmas, Hermione", and we kissed in the falling snow.
