My Angel
This is set in Draco and Hermione's sixth year at Hogwarts. I hope you like it. I had a brainwave for this during a maths lesson at school. Maths lesson well spent I think. Anyway please R&R.
Draco jolted awake, his eyes flew open, and his mind began to race. It was finally here. Christmas! He rolled over curling the soft, warm, cotton sheets around him like a cocoon. He pushed his feet down, stretching out his body feeling it ache from the hard day of quidditch training he had done yesterday. Something heavy fell with a thud to the floor. Draco leaned over the end of his bed and saw his stocking on the floor. He picked it up the green and silver lumpy thing and wriggled back to his headboard. He pushed his pillows roughly against the hard wood to make it more comfortable to lean against. Relaxing back into the feather pillows he pulled a square package from his stocking. It was wrapped in vivid green paper with a silver ribbon tied around it. He flipped over the "not so tasteful" label of a vicious looking snake and read.
To Draco
Merry Christmas
From
Mother and Father
It was one of those horrible pre-printed messages, the sort that tells you that the person sending it cannot be bothered to write a proper message for you. It also seem that his parents were still rather miffed about him not going home for Christmas. Well stuff them. He was quite happy here at Hogwarts, he had everything he wanted right now really, friends, a holiday and well there was one other thing he had....
He ripped the end of the parcel off and tipped it over so the present fell softly onto the bed. It was a book, covered in yellow and black paper. He turned it over to look at the title. He let himself let out a low chuckle and what it said. "How to choose a nice Pureblood girlfriend". Well by this Draco also guessed that his parents didn't approve of the other reason the he stayed at Hogwarts this Christmas. His new girlfriend. Miss Hermione Granger, a muggle born, from Gryffindor house. Sometimes he could hardly believe this himself, he had felt so happy when she had said yes, he had felt as though he could fly.
Draco had changed so much over the past couple of months that a lot of people though the Hermione had put a spell on him or something. But no, he changed because he had wanted to. He had begun to hate the person who he used to be. He had stopped bullying other students, he was taking being a prefect seriously, and actually doing his homework. His appearance had also changed slightly. He no longer looked like the stuck up and arrogant boy he used to be, his platinum blonde hair was never slicked back, it always hung down, messy and ruffled, the tips of his fringe brushing gently at his eyelashes. This was the way Hermione had said she liked it best, he supposed that's why he kept it like this. Although it did save a small fortune on hair gel bills.
He reached into his stocking and pulled out another present. Well present was the wrong word, it was just an envelope. His name was written on the front in neatly curling letters, sort of like medieval script. It was quite beautiful. He flipped it open and pulled out a piece of parchment. He read the same curly font inside.
Draco,
Meet me for a special Christmas day outside the room of requirement. Don't forget to wear your best clothes, a formal day wouldn't be without it's formal clothes.
Love from
Hermione
P.S. I have actually got you a present, you will just have to come and get it first.
Upon reading this Draco jumped out of bed and rummaged for his dress robes. Grabbing them he ran out of the room, heading for the nearest boys bathroom to change and meet Hermione.