Chapter 1 of A Holiday to Remember

Summary: I don't know when I fell in love with her. She was my enemy, yet she was a kind-hearted woman. So when I found out that I was her Secret Santa, I was more than thrilled, even if she probably would never know who I was.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything regarding Harry Potter.

Chapter 1 of A Holiday to Remember:

December 11th

As I walked from Defense Against Dark Arts to Potions, I heard loud footsteps behind me.

I turned around, and saw the Golden Trio (Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, and Hermione Granger) all running down the hallway.

"Merlin! We're going to be late, and Snape is surely going to take points off," muttered Hermione, as she urged Harry and Ron, her two best friends, to run faster.

I turned completely around, so that I was facing them, and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Uh, excuse me," said Granger, skidding to a stop in front of me.

I merely raised an eyebrow.

"Move is what she means," said Ron Weasley, butting in.

"Why? Do the Mudblood, Weasel, and Boy-Who-Should-Have-Died want to pass?" I asked sarcastically.

I know I shouldn't have said that insult, but … it was too easy. I watched as Weasley's face turned red, out of sympathy for his two friends, and out of hatred for me. Granger's face was had a scowl on it, and Potter was sending me a glare so hot, that it could have burned me alive.

"What's your problem? Did daddy dearest forget to send his son some daily love?" said Granger.

I scowled and opened my mouth to say something.

"I bet that the Ferret is just quiet because Pansy dumped him," said Weasley.

"No, I think it's because he finally realized that Lucius is a jerk," chimed in Potter.

I couldn't stand it anymore, so I stepped forward and pushed Potter quite hard.

He didn't expect the push and he toppled over Weasley and fell onto the floor.

Before I could do anything, Granger had muttered some curse and I blacked out.

Normally, I would not have let those taunts that Potter and his cronies say get to me, but my father had been thrown into Azkaban because of the Golden Trio. They defeated Voldemort – yes, I am not afraid to say his name because I never wanted to be his follower – in the sixth year and all the Death Eaters were thrown into Azkaban. I never loved my father. I looked up to him, but he was cruel to Mother and me. Now Mother is at home, recovering from the years of pain Father inflicted upon her.

After my father was thrown into Azkaban, he gave out some names of Death Eaters that were in hiding, wanting them to be in the jail as well. He gave out Pansy's parents, Goyle's parents, as well as Crabbe's parents. Everybody in the Slytherin house considered me a traitor and soon, the whole school knew about my father and his stupid deed.

Which is why Potter was teasing me. He just loved to make me mad, and his two friends always backed him up. These days, he must have seen me staring at Granger. She was always so happy and her smile could brighten up the room. I know, you must think I'm crazy for liking a Mudblood, but after Father was gone, Mother taught me that there are no such things as Mudbloods. But I still call Granger a mudblood because it ticks her off. And when she gets mad at me, she looks incredibly sexy.

I don't remember exactly when I fell in love with the Mudblood. She was still the same old girl that I had loved to tease. Except, after a while, it wasn't fun to see her face crumple up and watch her hold back her tears.

I think its sometime in sixth year when I fell for her. Though she had bushy brown hair and wore those hideous Hogwarts robes, she was one of the kindest people I have ever met.

She was Head Girl this year, and I was Head Boy. I remember once when she was late for Advanced Potions; a young girl tottered over to Granger.

Granger, being the nice person she was, helped her find her way back, though she knew that she would be in deep trouble with Professor Snape.

That was the moment, I think, when I fell in love with the girl. She rarely got sad, except when she was around me, and she could brighten up anybody's day.

"Are you okay?" I heard an anxious voice ask me.

I opened my eyes, and there sitting on my bed with her head in my face was Hermione Granger.

I looked away, so her gaze wouldn't captivate me.

"Why do you care Mudblood?" I asked coldly.

I saw tears quickly jump to her eyes, but I pretended not to care.

"I can't believe you. I thought … never mind," she said, and she walked out of the Hospital Wing.

"Stupid Draco!" I scolded myself.

"Why did you say that? Now she's going to think you're like your father."

I was not like my father. Absolutely no way; I may be cold but inside, I was just a normal boy, who wanted love.

"Mr. Malfoy, you can leave now," said Madam Pomfrey.

I nodded, muttered a 'thanks' and walked out of the room.

"May I have your attention?" asked Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts once we were settled down in the Great Hall for dinner.

All of the students immediately stopped what they were doing and looked up at the old man.

"As you all know, Christmas will be coming soon. In fact, it will be here in approximately fifteen days. This year, the staff of Hogwarts has agreed with me to have a Secret Santa program," Dumbledore said.

The students around me started to whisper. I rolled my eyes, and immediately, my attention focused onto Granger.

She was whispering to Potter and she had a big smile on her face.

For once in my life, I actually wished I were Potter. But, to her, I was some annoying git that was always in the way.

"If you don't know what a Secret Santa program is," said Dumbledore, "It's where each person gets a name of a student in Hogwarts. You will have to buy a present for them for twelve days on account of the twelve days of Christmas. This program will start in three days, and the last day will be December 25. I expect all of you to stay at Hogwarts for this program. We will be having a ball on Christmas Day and there, you will reveal to your fellow peers who you gave your gift to. Each person will also be receiving a gift from their Secret Santa."

The students murmured and Dumbledore looked at all of us with a twinkle in his eye.

"Now, let's eat dinner," he said, clapping his hands.

"Mr. Malfoy, if you will please pick your paper out of the Sorting Hat," said Professor McGonagall.

The Sorting Hat was to provide a name for each of the students. Each student would get a name for a special reason, Dumbledore had said. I wondered what name I would get. Nobody cared for me and I for them.

I walked to the hat and put my hand into it. I shuffled the papers, and almost magically, I felt a force draw a paper into my hand.

As I sat down, I opened it.

"Hermione Granger," I read in my head.

Author's Note: Hey, I hope you all will enjoy this new fanfiction that I have just started. Please read and review like always! Thank you.