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Thump. "What in Merlin's name?" he growled. "Granger." Was she on the bloody roof? Draco Malfoy needed his beauty sleep and when he was woken up from said activity he was very upset indeed. He threw on a shirt, not bothering to change his pajama pants as he walked over to the window of his dormitory. It was a clear night, he noted as he climbed onto the roof, with lots of stars.
He cursed under his breath when he saw her. Hermione Granger was the craziest witch he had ever met. Here she was, in the middle of winter, sitting on the roof of their Head's dormitory in just her pajamas. "Granger?" he called. She turned and nearly fell off the roof. "Malfoy?" she said in disbelief. "What are you doing out here?" He crossed his arms. "I believe the question should be what are YOU doing out here." She sighed, turning back to the stars. "I couldn't sleep." He walked across the roof and sat down beside her. For a few moments they watched the stars in silence.
"Penny for your thoughts Granger?" "You don't want to know my thoughts." "Try me." She stared at him. Who was he and what had he done with Draco Malfoy? He quirked an eyebrow at her. She sighed. "When I was little, my parents and I used to sit outside and look up at the stars every Christmas Eve. My dad would tell us stories about the constellations and mum would laugh whenever I told him he was wrong. Even now, when they want nothing to do with me, I can't help holding onto the tradition and pretending that they're here with me." A tear slid down her cheek.
"I understand." Against his better judgment he put his arm around her. She looked up at him. "Mal…Draco, why aren't you at home this year? Now that you're father is…" "Rotting in Azkaban?" "Well, yes. I assumed that you and your mother would have a nice Christmas together." His face hardened. "We've got something in common Granger. She didn't want me around. I remind her too much of father, she says, and she can't stand the mark on my arm. Not to mention she's upset at me for realizing her views are wrong. We fight about muggle-borns all the time now. She's also having a hard time dealing with what went on in our house during the war and she takes it out on me. It's alright though; I'm used to spending Christmas at Hogwarts."
He pulled her closer and she rested her head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry Draco." "I'm sorry too Hermione." She blushed at the use of her first name. "But we're going to be alright. You know why?" He turned his head. Warm honey brown eyes met pools of metallic silver. "Why?" She whispered. "Because we don't need them. We have each other now and that's all that matters." She was crying again now, but for an entirely different reason. She leaned in and put her lips on his, their bodies silhouetting against the starry night. For the first time in a long time, they were okay. Because they have each other and that's all that matters.
Authors note: In case you were confused, in this story Hermione's parents were so upset with her for modifying their memories that they want nothing to do with her. Merry Christmas!