The Greatest Gift
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Chapter 1: Knock Three Times
Draco Malfoy, Head Boy, and son of famous Lucius Malfoy. He is more famous than ever now because his father is in Azkaban. Malfoy Sr. was convicted as Voldemort's number one Deatheater. He could not buy himself out of this one. Draco's mother, Narcissa Malfoy, was dead. He had no family to go to for the Christmas, and he surely didn't want to stay at Hogwarts. But yet he still went home to the Malfoy Manor.
He stepped inside the dark cold hallway. A strong gust of wind whipped his hair into his face, because the door was still ajar. He shut it and walked to the library. Thousands of thousands books filled the shelfs of this titanic library. He sat by the down in a black leather chair. His fingers on his temples, as if trying to remember something long since past. If you could see his face, it looked empty. Of course, he was there, he wasn't dead. But on the inside, he was on the verge of dying. So many horrible memories clouded his mind. Everywhere he looked reminded him of his father. The corner where sat a little platnuim haired 7 year old boy crying, because his father slapped his mother across the face. The lamp that he heard crash against the wall as Narcissa ducked to get out of the way. An empty bird cage sat near the door to the library. When Draco was about 10, he had a little parakeet named Henry. Henry loved to chirp, and Draco loved it. But Lucius on the other hand did not. He took Henry out of his cage, and broke it's neck.
"Malfoy's do not play with insolent little birds," said a digusted Malfoy Sr.
He shook his head, to try and get these things out of his mind.
"I need to get out of here," he said to himself outloud.
He walked swiftly to his room, on the second floor. Draco opened the door to his prison. He thought it was a prison, because it looked like it. The walls were a dark stone color, while the carpet was a darker emrald shade. It wasn't empty, it was full of nice, expensive things. He packed some clothes into a trunk, and grabbed his new Infinity 920 broomstick. The newest broomstick, it was about 300 galleons. But that 300 galleons was like 20 galleons to the Malfoy's. Draco left a note for the house elves, that said he wasn't going to be home over the 2-week christmas vacation. When he was at the large front door. He took one last look of everything, a look of mourning came over. Draco shook his head and put on a determined look on his face and walked out of the door. He found a stone on the snow, picked it up and chucked it at the house. The sound of glass breaking somewhat soothed his mind. He felt slightly happier, but not really. He hopped one leg over his broom and kicked off the fresh fallen snow, and headed towards the only place he thought he could go. Someone who might take the chance to look behind the Malfoy name and find a heart. He knew it would take a hell of a lot of ass-kissing to do so. But would she even open the door? It was her vacation too. Draco had to go somewhere, he didn't care if her family might be muggles. He never gave a damn about it, his father taught him that muggles and muggle borns are filth. That purebloods are on a significantly higher pedestal than mudbloods. It was all an act to him, he never believed it for a second. He thought everyone should be equal, that some just got more oppurtunities than others. Could he possibly go to her house and ask to stay?
Hermione Granger was at her home in London during Christmas vacation. She was putting decorations on the christmas tree with her family. Her mother, Jane was singing christmas carols, while her dad, Andrew, was putting the star on the top of the tree. Hermione had a Santa Claus hat on her head. Her hair was about chin length. Since it was vacation, she would wear her pajamas all day. Hermione was wearing a red cami with silver snowflakes on it. It fitted her perfectly, with a little bit of cleavage hanging out. Her bottoms were red with velvet fabric. (Her cami was also velvet.) Hermione was in a cheerful mode, and started singing carols.
"Dashing through the snow, on a one horse open sleigh. Over fields we go, laughing all the way."
"Hahaha," sang her dad laughing.
Her mother joined in, "Bells on bobtail ring making spirits bright, what fun it is to laugh and sing a sleighing song tonight!"
A shivering stranger was outside, his name was Draco. He could hear the laughing, singing, and cheerfulness in the big house. He wanted to be a part of that.
Draco took a deep breath, and knocked 3 times. Knock, knock, knock. He heard someone inside rush to the door.
Knock, knock, knock.
I got it!" said an excited Hermione.
She bounded to the door and opened it.
"Hellooo..." she was shocked who knocked on her door.
"Hey Gran...Hermione," said Draco trying to sound happy and nice.
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