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Chapter 4: Draco

I rubbed my face before answering, "I don't know." Granger stared at me. I knew this was a bad idea. Why did I even stop Granger three nights ago? It wasn't because I liked her, that's for sure.

"Draco?" she asked.

"I'm sorry. I should go," I said as I pointed over my shoulder. "Father said he was coming soon."

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Yeah, yeah I'm sure. I'll see you in two days." I walked down the steps and turned onto the sidewalk.

"My name is Hermione!" she called after me.

"Okay, Hermione. I'll see you on Christmas." Hermione. What a pretty name.

"Where have you been?" Father asked. "I have been waiting twenty minutes for you to show up! When you have guests coming, you should always be home thirty minutes before they arrive!"

"Merlin's beard, Father. I was just taking a walk. Getting familiar with the neighborhood," I answered. I hung up my coat and kicked off my shoes. "Would you like some tea?" I started walking to the kitchen.

"Tea? Draco, this isn't a social call. I came to talk to you about your future," Father stated simply.

"My future? Father, my future is lonely."

"That's doesn't mean the manor has to be sold." That stopped me in my tracks.

"You're thinking of selling the manor?" I squeaked.

"Well, your mother and I have an heir to take it, but now you don't. We don't want to give the manor to you if there is no one to care for it after you're gone. May as well just sell it," Father replied. He waltzed into the living room. "Goodness Draco, your decorating is awful. Where is the proud Slytherin colors?"

"Father, this flat is in a muggle neighborhood. I can't have Hogwarts plastered in every room," I said as I followed him.

"You can at least add Slytherin colors," was his response.

"Maybe I don't want my house crowded with my past," I muttered.

"Draco! No muttering!"

"This is my house! Now tell me what you want to say, and get out!" I yelled.

"Calm down, Draco. I was just going to suggest you find another woman, preferably Slytherin, so then the manor won't fall to ruins," he said standing up. "Now I shall leave. Think about my advice."

I walked him to the door.

"Oh, and Draco, I want you to stay away from that Granger girl," Father said as he waltzed down the steps. "We don't want to manor to be tainted, now do we?"

"Go home, Father," I said slamming the door in his face. I slumped against the closed door. How could Father have known about my visits to Granger? He must have been spying on me. That was the only explanation.

Worrying wasn't going to help my case any, so I walked into the living room to watch television. I turned it on, and saw that one of those sappy romance movies was playing. The one with the plot along the line of: boy meets girl, they fall in love, then something happens and they break up, then years later their love is rekindled.

I sat on the sofa, watching like I was a girl. I cried at the sad parts, and laughed at the funny parts. It didn't register until later that it seemed a lot like my life.

I fell for Hermione at the Yule Ball, but she had never fallen for me. We went our separate ways, me with Astoria and her with Ron. Obviously those relationships didn't work out. Next thing I knew, I had found her again, and I could feel those old feelings return. Was Hermione really the one for me?

"Stupid," I whispered. "I can't have feelings for a Gryffindor!" I put my head in my hands. "Father's right, I should stay away from her."

I glanced at the phone sitting on the side table. I could just call Hermione right now and cancel the plans for Christmas. I could do what Father wanted me to do... Or I could do what I wanted to do. I could still go to the Grangers.

I picked up the phone. I dialed my parents. The phone rang a few times before Father answered.

"Draco? Why are you calling me? Have you thought about what I told you?" he asked.

"Yes, Father. I have decided that I am going to the Grangers house for Christmas still, and you can't stop me!" I responded calmly.

"B-but Draco! You can't have a relationship with a Gryffindor! You are Slytherin!" he sputtered.

"I don't care. I am spending Christmas with her, there is nothing you can do!" I screamed as I slammed the phone.

It was so relieving to tell my father that. Now he doesn't have any control over my life.

I hope you liked it! I like to consider this chapter the turning point in Draco's feelings in Hermione... I'm hoping the next chapter is the turning point for Hermione. Just bear with me, and you'll find out soon enough! Remember to review/ follow/ favorite and share this story with others!

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