Dear Draco,
Not seeing you for two weeks was awful, but I had to get away. After the Yule Ball I returned to the dorms, packed a bag, and told McGonagall I would be leaving for break after all. She didn't seem surprised. She just handed me her pot of Floo powder and gave me access to her fireplace. I didn't really know where else to go, so I ended up at Grimmauld Place.
It hadn't changed much since I was last there on the Horcrux hunt with Hermione and Ron. With two weeks ahead of me and no company except Kreacher, I decided it was time to really renovate the place. I stopped by Flourish and Blotts and picked up a book on home renovation for inexperienced wizards, and got to work.
By the end of the two weeks, Grimmauld was unrecognizable. I gutted the place myself, replaced all the floors and repainted the whole place with light colors to give it an airy feel. The only rooms I didn't touch were the rooms my godfather and his brother used to live in. I took the master as my own room and painted it a bright Gryffindor red. I thought Sirius would appreciate that.
My favorite part was removing the wall with Walburga Black's portrait on it.
But I couldn't hide in London forever. The new term was about to begin, so I apparated into Hogsmeade the night before classes were to resume. After checking in with McGonagall, I made my way to the dorms. Hermione practically jumped me as soon as I stepped in. I probably should have told her what my plan was before I left, but I didn't really plan it in advance.
Running off to London for the hols seemed to bring about one unexpected surprise. Ron walked up to me and pulled me into a gruff hug. He didn't say anything, but sat with us in the cozy armchairs with red ears for the rest of the night.
After spending the evening in front of the fire with my friends, I eventually made my way up to the dorm. I dropped my rucksack on my bed and changed into my sleep pants before climbing into my four poster. But then my luck seemed to run out, because in walked Blaise Zabini with his arm slung around your shoulders.
You looked over and grinned when you saw me. "Harry! When did you get back?"
I rolled over so my back was to you. "A few hours back."
I could hear some quiet talking behind me for a minute, followed by a set of footsteps crossing the dorm to the loo. Then a felt a dip on the edge of my bed.
"Harry? Are you alright?" came your timid voice from behind me.
I shifted a bit further away from you. "I'm fine. I just want to go to sleep."
I held my breath, hoping you would walk away. No such luck.
"Did I do something wrong?"
I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth. I could feel the heat radiating off of your body that was so close to mine. "Leave off, Malfoy. Go get in Zabini's bed if you're going to bother someone."
I could practically feel you tense up behind me. After a brief silence I felt you climb off of my bed. "So sorry to offend, Potter. I'll leave you to it."
I told myself that I couldn't hear the hurt in your voice. But I could.
Harry James Potter