All I Want For Christmas Is Who?

CHAPTER 1

By: hermioneeeeeee

A/N: This takes place after Hogwarts during Christmastime. Please disregard all relationships in the books! Enjoy!

Hermione, Ginny, Ron, and Harry were all presently thinking the same thing: wouldn't it be great to spend the holidays together? They hadn't seen each other since graduating from Hogwarts in Year Seven after the Wizarding War and all of them were craving each other's company. Just them, and nobody else. They all lived in Wizard London, how hard could it be?

Pansy, Daphne, Draco, and Blaise were all presently thinking the same thing: wouldn't it be great to spend the holidays together? They hadn't seen each other since Voldemort's defeat of the Wizarding War and all of them really wanted to catch up. Only them in private, with nobody else to butt in. They all lived in Wizard London, how hard could it be?

HERMIONE POV:

"Hey, Gin!" I say excitedly on the other end of the phone.

"HERMIONE!" she yells.

"Ginny, I can hear you without shouting."

"Oh, still getting used to the mobile."

"Don't worry, you're doing better than your brother anyway."

"Ha! He wanted to call you, but you decided to call me first."

"Yeah, I wanted to ask you something. Would you, Harry, and Ron like to meet up for the holiday?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! We would absolutely love that! I'll tell Ron if you tell Harry. Oh my god, I haven't seen you and Harry for so long. It's going to be so much fun!"

"Glad you approve! I'm planning on booking the Celebration Hall for Christmas Eve for a party, but you all can meet up at my place first."

"Sounds brilliant. I'll tell my brother and mum and dad. Talk to you later! Bye!"

"Bye, Gin!"

I hang up and smile. Immediately I start to call Harry to tell him the good news.

HARRY POV:

"That is going to be brilliant! I can go for sure...Yeah, alright...Oh, thanks...Looking forward to it!...Bye, Hermione!"

It's not a secret that Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and I all want to see each other really badly. We've just all been so busy in our new working lives out of Hogwarts that none of us have had time to really plan anything. Us all getting together would be the best Christmas gift ever.

DRACO POV:

Pansy, Daphne, Blaise, and I called each other earlier and we're definitely meeting up for the holidays. I move across the room to get my coat on in order to book our venue. Celebration Hall, here I come!

Hermione set out from her house to the Celebration Hall to book the place for Christmas Eve when a tall, dark figure appeared in the distance. She walked faster after making eye contact with them. They sped up, too. Hermione soon found herself running full speed to the Hall in order to beat the other person.

"Malfoy?"

"Granger?"

HERMIONE POV:

As soon as I set foot on the grand steps, I catch a better glimpse of his face.

"Malfoy? What are you doing?" I ask surprised.

"I could ask you the same thing." He says apathetically.

"If you must know, I'm trying to book this place for Christmas Eve."

"So you and your little friends can 'hang out' here?"

"Actually, yes."

"Well, I am as well. So move, I got here first."

"Did not!" I almost shout. I sprint to the front desk and call over an official. Draco shoves himself beside me.

"I would like to book this Hall for Christmas Eve at 5 pm, please." we say simultaneously.

"Ma'am, sir. I'm afraid you can't both book the Celebration Hall for the same time." the woman says.

"I was here first." we also say simultaneously.

"I suppose you could have a joint booking. That may work."

My mind races.

"Malfoy, what do you think?" I say, gathering up all of my pride.

"Well, Granger, one of us books or neither of us do." he says stubbornly.

"I'll book, then." I say just as stubbornly.

"That's not how it works."

"I book first."

"No, Granger, I do. I had the idea first."

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do this.

"Granger, shut up."

"Sir, ma'am. I'm making this a joint booking or no booking. I will not have you two arguing in this establishment, so what will it be?"

My head hangs down in defeat.

"We'll make it a joint booking."

DRACO POV:

"I hate you." I say earnestly to Granger.

"Ditto." she says back, taking a seat on the marble steps.

For some reason, I sit down beside her.

"Who's coming?" she asks me.

"Pansy, Daphne, and Blaise."

"Oh. They hate us."

"Yep." I answer, not making her feel any better.

"I totally let down Ron, Ginny, and Harry by not getting here first. Now instead of a party we're going to be mocked for hours on end. Stupid, stupid, Hermione." she scolds herself, making her nails cut into her skin. I almost feel bad for her. Well, maybe I do feel bad for her. Enough to make her stop by placing my hand on top of hers. Surprisingly enough for me, she cuts her nails into my hand.

"Ow! What the-"

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." she smirks.

I can't help but laugh when I see her little mouth move up into a very Malfoy smirk.

"Fair enough. After all, the only thing I've ever done was torment you for years and allow my delirious aunt to literally torture you and carve a really derogatory term into your arm." I say jokingly. She tries to laugh, though I know that the memory must've brought back other terrible memories. Out of nowhere, the headstrong brunette begins to cry softly. It's hard to tell at first, but then I see her start to wipe away tears.

"I'm sorry! I never meant to bring back bad memories." I say, feeling horrible.

"It's fine. It's over now." she replies quietly.

"I'd better leave now." she says, making a move to leave.

"No, wait. Don't go." I say, surprising myself and Hermione (wait, I'm calling her that now?).

"Why?" Hermione asks.

"I'm sorry. Do you want to come over to my flat? I'd feel better if you did."

"I guess so. I was going to tell everyone that we were going to have a shared Christmas party, but I guess I can always do that at your flat."

"Let's Apparate."

Hermione nods and brushes her hand against mine. I know it's only because we're going to the same place and she doesn't know where I live, but I still feel a slight, unexpected romantic spark.

HERMIONE POV:

As I enter Draco's flat, I wonder how much money Draco was left with after his parents died.

"Why don't you live at Malfoy Manor?" I ask.

"It got destroyed. Do you ever read the Daily Prophet?" Draco replies coolly.

"I'm sorry to hear that, and no. I do not read the Daily Prophet anymore."

"My parents did leave me quite a bit of money, but my other relatives took most of it."

"Oh. My parents are in Australia, still, from the Oblivious curse I set on them three years ago."

"I miss my parents, even though they weren't really good at the whole parenting thing."

"I miss mine, too. I bet you don't care, since they're Muggles, but I loved them and still do." I say bitterly.

"Muggles and purebloods. Purebloods are still the better blood status." Draco says proudly.

"That's it, I'm leaving."

"Wait, why?"

"You just brought me here to make fun of me yet again!"

"I-I'm sorry."

"Sorry isn't enough this time!"

"No, really. It's habit. I'm sorry that it's hard for me to change, but I'm honestly trying to get better."

"I don't need you to try. I don't even need you in my life. Just let me get out; that's all you've ever wanted anyway."

"I can make it up to you. I promise." he says, moving closer to stop me from opening the door.

"How? You don't know me."

"I know one thing about you, Hermione. No matter how hard you try to make yourself believe that you don't, you want somebody to rely on. You want someone to spend the rest of your life with, knowing that they'll always have your back."

"So you're making me ask you out?"

"No! The thing is, I know I'm all high-and-mighty, but deep down inside, I'm a coward. You're not. You're brave and you're strong. I could use someone in my life like that. And you need someone to be happy with."

"What makes you think that you're the one I'm going to be happy with?"

"Stop being so difficult! God, Hermione, you're so good at playing hard to get."

"I'm not playing hard to get. I'm playing 'I don't like you'."

"Well, I do." he blurts suddenly.

"Wait, for real?"

"Yeah, I've always admired you."

"Admiring and liking someone are two different things." I say, smirking again. He smirks back. Before I know it, our lips are locked together for what seems like an eternity.