Apologies in advance for the short chapter, but it seemed like an appropriate time to stop. The next chapter shall be longer, promise. Also, I'd just like to thank everyone for reading and all the support. It means a lot. I get so nervous posting these chapters, so it's very exciting and encouraging when I see you all reading it.

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Holidays

A Harry Potter FanFiction

Chapter Ten

Monique hadn't spoken to me since we had been to Diagon Alley. She had done everything to avoid me. She wouldn't even look at me at dinner. The only time we had spoken was to confirm that she was still coming tonight. Other than that, it was as if I didn't exist to her anymore. I could feel my father's stare on me as we waited at the foot of the staircase.

"What?" I asked dully.

"Nothing." He said casually. "I was just thinking what a twat I have for a son."

"Oh, cheers Dad." I replied sarcastically.

"Well, really? Calling Monique a prostitute in front of her friends. That's just charming isn't it?"

I had told Father of the incident, purely because I thought he would understand. Turns out, he too thought I was a fool.

"It just slipped out."

"I understand upholding the Malfoy name, but really Draco. You mustn't say such things. You're lucky Monique is still going with you tonight. I know I wouldn't if you had spoken like that to me."

I sighed and bowed my head. He was right. I guess this was why Monique was in Gryffindor. She would probably make me pay for it all night though. Father held his want up to his throat.

"Narcissa! We really must be leaving soon!" He boomed. A loud pop was heard and Mother appeared beside him. She looked stunning as always.

"Sorry." She puffed. "Well, we might get going. You and Monique can follow on the floo network."

I nodded. Both of my parents kissed my forehead and disapperated. I sat down on the bottom step, waiting for Monique. Merlin, women always take such a long time. No one could take as long a Pansy though. I swear that woman would stare at herself in the mirror for a half hour before she left the room. Suddenly I heard the soft click of heels on the wooden floor. I looked up to see Monique standing on the top step. I stood up instantly. She looked stunning.

God I did not want to be here. I had been trying to avoid Draco all week. I had still agreed to come to this thing because I didn't want to let down Narcissa and Lucius. They had been so kind to me. Plus, there had been these awful thoughts growing in my head. I kept thinking of Draco as nice and attractive and sexy. It was making me nauseous. I stood on the top step, looking down at Malfoy. He looked as though he had seen a ghost.

"Is it that bad?" I asked.

"No." Draco shook his head. "Quite the opposite."

I looked down at my dress. It was definitely not to my taste. It had a square neck and long sleeves that ended in a point attached to my finger. The bodice was fitted and made of velvet, with a middle panel made of cream. The skirt fell in an A-line with a matching panel of cream. It fitted the "Medieval" theme perfectly. My hair was up in soft curls with matching cream rosettes scattered throughout it. I looked over to Draco. He was wearing a frilled shirt, with matching green velvet vest and a very long fancy overcoat with black tights and boots. I couldn't stop staring at his package, which was accentuated in the tights. Hot damn. I mean, fuck, remember you're angry with him. I tried to look nonplussed as I got to the bottom of the stairs.

"You look stunning." He said in awe. I could feel myself beginning to blush. Keep it together Monique.

"Now Draco, don't get all excited over my body. I know I'm a fine specimen." I said back to him, imitating his voice. He let out a booming laugh. His whole face lighting up.

"I didn't really say that to you, did I?" He laughed.

"Oh yes, yes you did." I replied, taking his arm as we began to move towards the fireplace.

"So, all is forgiven?"

I looked up at his face. A part of me really wanted to trust him, that was the same part that wanted him to take me roughly and shag me senseless, but the angry and hurt part of me seemed to be taking over. I came from a long line of Slytherins. Surely, I could give Draco a taste of his own medicine.

"Sure Draco, all is forgiven." I said with a smile. He smiled back.

"Great."

We stepped into the fireplace.

"Hold on." Draco said with a roughish smile. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled my body close to his.

"Oh, I'm holding on." I said quietly. He swallowed hard.

"Zabini's." Draco said, his voice breaking slightly.

I smiled as the fire whooshed around us. Tonight was going to be fun.