When the intertwined pair of Slytherin and Hufflepuff finally decided to head down into the flat, Abraham never expected to see the pureblood in his house that night. Then again, he had also hoped not to see his daughter as upset as she was, despite her wiping away her tears. Her face said it all— it did not go well.

Elia's makeup was completely ruined, tears having had cleared a path down from her eyes and they were puffy. The tip of her nose was red and Abraham's vexation at the sight of Draco had melted at the sight of his daughter. One good look at her, Abraham had dropped the dishes he was washing and swept Elia in his arms. She sniffled into his shoulder, more cries escaping her silently.

Her father glanced at Draco who stood behind her, wanting to glare at the Malfoy boy but was too distracted with his daughter. Elena sat in the living room but stood quickly when they had arrived and was by her side as well. When Elia pulled away, they began to understand the night's events.

"What happened?" Elena questioned.

Elia couldn't find the words to answer her grandmother, Draco stepped towards her.

"Tanya is currently talking with my father, in hopes of calming him."

"That bad, huh?" Abraham muttered then looked at Elia again, "Did they hurt her?"

Draco shook his head but Elia answered.

"No they didn't, his father mostly attacked him." Her voice was shaky, "It was awful, he kicked Draco out because of this."

More tears fell from her eyes and she quickly wiped them away, Elena looked at her apologetically and hugged her.

"Dear, go wash up and change out of these clothes. As beautiful as you are right now, it's best to go get comfortable tonight before you start to panic. We'll deal with this."

Elia glanced at Draco and finally nodded, quickly running to her room. Abraham sped towards the kitchen and poured drinks, specifically one of a special tea Draco had never had before. Elena explained it was a common tea around this time in their family, the only tea Elia would drink that contained sugar canes and many fruits. And at that moment, they needed her as calm and pleased as can be. They all sat at the table while Toast rubbed against Draco's legs lovingly.

"So, what're you going to do?" Elena asked.

Draco eyed Abraham warily, "Sir, I don't mean to intrude…"

"Abraham," Elena stated, "The boy has nowhere to go. I'd take him but Elia would be more upset if he were not in her care. The poor girl is probably thinking it's all her fault and must be responsible for him."

Abraham hesitated, silent as he contemplated. His morals told him to have Draco stay, but his fatherly side fought against it too. A boy in his home… with his daughter? His mind spiraled into an endless cycle of 'what if'. Elena rolled her eyes, turning to Draco.

"I know more than anything about these scenarios, I've seen it all before. Before Tanya, I turned a blind eye to blood traitors and even agreed to such things. But my girls changed that, the question is— are you willing to change everything you thought you knew? Throw it all away and become a blood traitor in the eyes of your society for my little girl?"

Draco didn't bother thinking about it, he already knew. His steel eyes stared back at Elena's dark emerald ones, filled with certainty.

"I already have."

Elena seemed pleased with his answer, leaning back in her chair with the corner of her lip turning upright.

"Do you love her?"

Draco became flustered, stammering to answer and even Abraham was equally surprised by the question. Elena merely snickered to herself at the males, Abraham throwing a series of questions at Elena for asking such a thing. Elena knew Draco was, just couldn't quite grasp the feeling yet.

When Elia stepped out her bedroom, she creeped back into the dining room and wore pajama pants with a yellow knit sweater with a large 'E' at the center. Clearly the work of Mrs. Weasley, the girls have gone to Sirius' home prior to the Malfoy's at the request of everyone to visit shortly. Tanya quickly wrestled the twins while Elia had greeted everyone, hiding the fact that she was going to Draco's after for dinner. They retrieved their gifts, exchanged their own to their friends, and said their farewells after a good chat with everyone.

She then picked up Toast from the ground and held him close for comfort. Elena grimaced and turned to Elia.

"Are you hungry, darling?"

"A little."

"We didn't quite get to finish our food before my father threw us out." Draco added, taking a sip of the warm tea given to him, handing a cup to Elia as she stood beside them.

"Well luckily we have plenty of food to go around." Elena said, gesturing for Abraham to gather some plates for all of them. He then served everyone bowls of the food they had cooked, but Elia couldn't stomach it and stirred it around.

"Pumpkin," Her father said as they sat, "Won't you eat?"

She shook her head, pushing it away from her so the scent was out of range.

"I can't— I'm so nervous right now." She admitted, "Where will Draco go?"

Just then, Tanya apparated into the flat, startling their father in his chair.

"Christ, Tanya!" He said, "We have a door."

She shrugged while heading to the kitchen to grab her own plate of food, "It's just easier this way. Buckle up everyone, I have some news."

Draco began to feel nervous and glanced at Elia, who felt just as anxious as he. When Tanya sat down and greeted the adults, she then began.

"I mostly let your father rant, he had a lot to say." Tanya explained, "He's still angry, but your mother and I believe by tomorrow he's going to start regretting his decision. She also gave me some money for you to take while you're here, I made sure to stop by Gringott's to exchange it."

She picked up her handbag to gesture, Draco thanking her and his mother. Narcissa was very protective of her son, it wasn't a surprise she'd leave him money. But it was a surprise that she'd let him stay with muggles.

"Get use to the muggle life, Draco." Tanya said smugly, "No potions, elves, and magic around here. And certainly no fancy mansion or your own room."

"Wait," Abraham interjected, "I don't know how I feel about this-"

He cut himself off when he saw Elia's large eyes water immediately, anguish written on her face as the guilt filled her that she caused Draco to be kicked out of his home. Abraham's hard demeanor melted and his face fell at the sight.

"Pumpkin, no don't cr-"

"Please let him stay!" She cried, clutching Draco's arm, "He has nowhere to go! I'll go with him if he leaves— he can have my bed! I'll take care of all of this, just please… let him stay until this blows over. It's my fault this happened anyway-"

"It was not your fault." Draco stated, "I chose to bring you and I chose to tell my parents."

"El," Tanya added, "We live in another world where it looks down on people like us being with people like him. It's not either of your faults."

She turned to their father, "Dad, come on. He has nowhere else to go, and it's Christmas."

Abraham eventually agreed, on the condition that Draco stay in a separate area away from Elia when they sleep. In other words, they couldn't sleep in the same bed which was fair but Draco was a bit saddened that he wouldn't be able to sleep with Elia in his arms. His heart pounded at the thought and his senses overloaded again, glancing at Elia as they ate on cookies Abraham baked with more tea and sat around in the living room. The television was on, playing a Christmas film which dumbfounded Draco. He had no idea what a television was nor the film on said television. Tanya had fun explaining to him their muggle things. He couldn't believe at the push of a button, channels would flip with more than just moving pictures.

But at least at that moment, Elia finally calmed and sat beside him on their couch with Tanya beside her and Toast on their lap. He wasn't quite paying attention to the film, but at the girl in her yellow Christmas sweater cupping a mug of her hot tea. Draco felt sick, sick of love, being in love. Was this love? He had no idea, but he was running in circles trying to figure out what he felt. All he knew was that he didn't mind.

Throughout the film, Abraham had his fair share of wine glasses with Tanya and Elena. The two women didn't drink much but given his night and the occasion, Abraham drank. Near the end of the film, he was already slurring on about ridiculous things and his eyes were slightly red.

"Y-you sure Goldilocks won't need a permanent place to stay from now on? I run a bakery, not a hotel." Abraham hiccuped.

Elia rolled her eyes, "Dad…"

"Oh calm down." Tanya reassured, "He'll be back in no time. Besides, Lucius knows I'm a Selwyn. If anything, he was glad to see me, it certainly helped the situation than what it could have turned to."

"What do you mean, he knows?" Elena arched a brow, the subject of her family was hardly one to touch up on.

"I may have gotten the Ministry to know I am a Selwyn." Tanya admitted nonchalantly.

"You did what?!"

"I did it to help Elia." Tanya said, "Draco came to me and asked that I help at least to up Elia's status. In doing so to mine, it could help ease to his parents that she has some affiliation to the sacred twenty eight."

"Wait, you did?!" Elia spun her head around directly at Draco in disbelief. Before Draco could answer proudly, the row ensued between the drunks.

"That's preposterous!" Elena cried, "Do you realize what you have done? You have never been legitimized, you were casted out same as your mother! Now that blasted family will see your efforts and will be furious! They won't want anything to do with you and certainly not Elia."

"By law," Tanya added, "I am recognized by the Ministry in their records, so some purebloods have somewhat been lenient with me including Lucius Malfoy. I am not legitimized… yet."

"What do you mean yet?!" Elena questioned.

"Enough with this!" Elia urged, "I'm sitting here having a crisis of our own! At least Lucius likes you, he hates me!"

"Kind of." Tanya replied, "But he'll get over it eventually, he has to if you're going to be his daughter in law one day."

Elia's face flushed and their father was angered, refusing to believe such things while he and Tanya bickered back and forth.

"You damn Sayre's." Abraham muttered, slipping the last bits of his wine, "You guys abandon that name yet here she is trying to get it back."

He chuckled to himself in amusement but Elena's face twisted into pure horror itself. Her eyes widened as Abraham continued to act nonchalant but the room was silent aside from the film. All three stiffened and Draco could feel the rising tension of the air between them, just as well as the clear confusion in Elia and Tanya.

Elia spoke up, "Sayre? Don't you mean Selwyn, Dad?"

Abraham's expression fell.

"Oh shit."

"YOU IDIOT!" Elena shouted, standing to her feet, wishing she hadn't stored away her wand then she would've hexed their father.

"Wait, what do you mean Sayre?!" Tanya asked, "You mean as in the Sayre's? I thought we were Selwyn's! Everyone told me-"

"Yes I know what we told you." Elena said, "And trust me dear, we are every bit Selwyn as Elia is your full blooded sister."

Elia arched a brow, "But I'm not..."

"Exactly, darling." Elena stated, sitting back down, "I might as well explain it to you since this cock up couldn't keep his drunken arse shut."

She glared at Abraham, who had fallen asleep in his couch chair from his heavily intoxicated state.

"Tanya," She says, "We're not Selwyn's, you and I..."

"Why would you hide this from me?" Tanya demanded, "You're saying we're descendants of…"

Elena nodded stiffly, "It was my fault— I was the one that changed our family name. All because I was furious at your mother for her infidelity…"

She then began to explain more.

"When your mother wanted to come home, I told her the only way was to listen to me and leave your father for a better match. At the time, I thought that was best. I set up a 'proper' marriage for her, a Selwyn to restore our name."

"We were a distant family, very small and kept to ourselves. We're more pure than anyone else of the sacred twenty eight. So much so that no one knew about us, we hid from the world and stayed within our bloodlines especially after the fall Gormlaith Gaunt and with You-Know-Who rising. They would have hunted us down if they knew we had any connection to the Dark Lord."

"Sabriel returned… but I never expected her to leave you behind as well. I was infuriated and because of her decision to leave you, I left to find you. In that duration, she married that bloke and the Selwyn's adopted us into their family name. So no one would know our shame."

Everyone paused to let the information sink in, that Tanya was not a Selwyn after all. Elia gripped Draco's hand, signaling that she wished to leave.

"We're in a war!" said Tanya, "And after all this time and with everything going on, you decide to tell me now? No— probably never had Dad not blurted it out after too many drinks!"

"We did it to protect you!" Elena replied, "If the Dark Lord knew who you were, what you're capable of…"

"I'm leaving." Elia quickly muttered and bolted out of the living room and into her room.

The tension was beginning to put her on edge and Draco quickly followed her out of concern. Elena and Tanya continuing to bicker and discuss their identities, while Elia hid in her room. She shut the door behind them and dropped to her bed, groaning into her pillow. Draco chuckled at her when Toast jumped on her then sat by her blanket, she rolled over to look at the blond.

"This is too much for one night."

"Tell me about it."

Elia rolled her eyes, "First, you're homeless. Second, you don't know muggle things. Then third, Tanya is not even a Selwyn, but descendant of Slytherin? I can only handle so much."

"Am I descendant too?"

She was rambling, her mind on a tangent and Draco shook his head.

"Elia, no. You're half sisters."

"Descendant of Helga Hufflepuff?"

"What? No! Shut up before you start freaking yourself out more."

"It'd be cool if I was though."

Draco huffed and sat beside her on her soft bed, looking around her bedroom as she leaned on his shoulder. The room had two beds opposite to each other, one obviously Tanya's. He heard her sigh.

"I'm sorry for everything." She whispered.

Draco shook his head, "I told you, it's not your fault."

He then kneeled in front of her and clasped her soft hands into his own, determination shining in his eyes.

"You promised me something up there… I will do the same by you." Draco swore, "Nothing can stop us now. It's like Tanya said, I won't be out long so don't worry."

"I'll keep you all summer if I have to."

Her statement caused a smirk to spread on his face, placing a kiss on her forehead as he got up.

"I'd like that." Draco admitted.

Finally, his Hufflepuff smiled that night and his heart thumped loudly. She had him completely entrapped and she didn't know it. Draco had to have her, he had waited too long in doing so.

"Elia, I-"

Before he could ask, Tanya bursted into the room, slamming the door behind her and pressing her back against it.

She sighed, "Sons of bitches…"

Elia chuckled, "What a great Christmas, huh?"

"Tell me about it."

"Now that you're Salazar's descendant— want to help us win the war?"

Tanya smirked, walking over to sit on her bed, "I was going to win regardless. Though, here's another secret since we're on the topic."

Her sister stood before them, suddenly her body shrunk to the floor and darkened. Tanya was no longer a person, transforming into an animal before their very eyes. Draco and Elia nearly jumped out of their skin, Elia yelping at the sight. In Tanya's place, stood a calico cat with her piercing emerald eyes. She had mastered her Animangus form. Tanya then transformed back to her human self, snickering like mad.

Elia was silent before finally saying, "I guess you can say… the cat is out of the bag."

She grinned and laughed at her own joke, hoping Draco would laugh but he seemed to be laughing at her. Her joke was shit of course, but something about her laughing had a way of consuming others to laugh. The way she laughed was amusing to him.

"So that's what the mandrake leaf for a month was for!" Elia said after their snickering died down.

Draco then looked at her incredulously, "A mandrake leaf?"

"She had it in her mouth for a month, Draco." She replied, "That's why she couldn't talk."

"She told me she was sick."

"I told that to everyone else." Tanya added, "The Ministry too."

Elia furrowed her brows, "You didn't register?"

"Eh, what they don't know, won't hurt them. Besides, with our situation right now— do they really need to know?"

Draco and Elia paused, "Fair enough."

Elia stood to retrieve her drunken father from the living room and help him into his room, leaving Tanya and Draco to speak alone.

"So…" Tanya says, "Did you ask her?"

He scoffed, standing up to retrieve his bag of clothing.

"No. Your timing ruined it, I was about to then you walked in."

Tanya rolled her eyes, flopping her back into her bed.

"You're unbelievable. Tomorrow, you better do it. Take her out."

"Take her out?"

"Yes!" Tanya exclaimed, "Take her on a date for once! Your parents know now, you're in the muggle world, no one knows you— it's perfect."

She then threw her bag at him, "Then you also have money."

Draco gave her a look, opening it to reveal several pounds in her bag. She obviously took whatever galleons his mother gave for him to be converted into muggle money. However, he didn't know how to use it. Tanya saw his confusion.

"Don't worry about it right now, I'll count up enough for you two tomorrow and you'll be on your way. She'll be able to help you, but I wouldn't doubt she'd try to pay for herself."

"I'll be careful not to let her." Draco replied, he was very traditional and firmly believed a man should pay, just like his father taught him…

"Good, after all you are the m-"

"Man?"

"I was going to say millionaire." Tanya said, amused, "So make tomorrow count!"

"I'm in the muggle world!" He retorted, "What am I supposed to do? Take her where?"

Tanya grinned, "Alright, master plan…"

"Draco, do you even know where you're going?" Elia asked him, who looked clearly confused and too focused at the situation.

"I do." He snapped.

"Really? Studied up on a muggle map of Reading I suppose? How sweet." She teased with a grin.

Draco groaned, "How far is this 'theater' anyway?"

Elia looked at him incredulously but her smile only widened.

"You're taking me to see a movie?"

"Is that what you muggles call it?"

Elia giggled, Draco then looked at her oddly.

"What? Is something funny?"

"I just find it cute how confused you are about these things."

He scoffed, "Me? Cute?"

She only laughed more, "Come on, I'll lead the way."

Draco had asked her on a date earlier that morning, well more like asked her first thing when she had woken up. They had set him up to sleep in their living room, even though Elia offered him her bed. He was surprised to see their couch unfold into a futon, Tanya wishing she could have photographed the look on his face.

It wasn't like his luxurious bed at home but the thought he was only a few feet away from Elia's room made it suffice. He only wished he could have slept beside her. That morning he had woken to Toast's meddlesome meowing and scratching at Elia and Tanya's door. Then the cat decided to bother Draco to wake up and feed him.

He tried shooing him away groggily, but finally Elia trudged out of her room, looking like death itself. It wasn't that she was ugly, but hated mornings and looked the part too. She was like a zombie, Tanya only mentioned to him to never wake her up for it was like asking to be mauled. An angry Hufflepuff wasn't someone you'd want to fight.

But her mood had dissipated when Draco approached her, about to mumble a tired "Good morning" to him when he suddenly blurted out a question.

"Will you go on a date with me this evening?"

That certainly had woken Elia up, her eyes then wide open and tangled mess of hair pushed away. The only sound that could be heard was Toast's chewing next to them. Then she smiled, agreeing.

Getting her father to agree was the tricky part, who woke up with a headache and a lecture from his eldest about her hidden lineage waiting to be heard afterwards. He sat tiredly at the table while Tanya cooked Elia's favorite breakfast dish. Elia had thought if Draco asked him last night when he wasn't sober, her father would've said yes to anything. It was only after some persuasion from his little girl and mostly his eldest, he had finally agreed. More so to test Draco, a first date held many notions and predictions for the future. Abraham wanted to know just how Draco would do with his little girl, clearly stating he demanded Elia home at a certain time— no more no less.

Elia led Draco to the movie theater nearby that he was told about by Tanya, step one of their 'masterplan' date. Elia had worn many layers of clothing for that day, considering it was freezing outside. She had on a long sleeved brown dress with thick leggings underneath with matching boots, a brown knit shawl over it that her grandmother made her. The shawl had ruffles of a cool purple, surrounding her in warmth along with scarf. For once, it wasn't Cedric's this time.

But on top of her head made Draco look at her odd but love her nonetheless. An acorn beanie… a knitted one at that and she wore it proudly. He never knew he'd fall in love with a girl like this. Draco sported a grey coat that day with black dress pants and matching shoes. Surrounding the underside of the coat's collar was his scarf Elia gave him. Wearing robes and his regular attire out in the muggle wasn't quite fitting, something normal to him in his world.

Nevertheless, he was just happy to finally be out in public with Elia alone. No one stared at them oddly, and he relished at that fact. He smiled the whole way, more so because he got to hold Elia's hand. She was flustered, the weather emphasizing the blush of her cheeks, trying to hide in the layers of her scarf. Draco simply gave her hand a squeeze as they then approached the front of the theater.

As much as he wanted to be the dominating partner in the situation, he was clueless at what they were doing. He let Elia take control as their eyes read over the titles of the films. Elia bit her lip, furrowing her brows as she contemplated.

"Hmm… there's many films out right now. Mostly those booming American films, I've already seen Pocahontas with Tanya when we first arrived from break. But I'm willing to see it again!" She explained, only confusing Draco more.

"What's Pocahontas?"

"A Native princess, of course! I'd tell you the story but I rather not spoil it. It's a Disney film."

"...What's Disney?"

Elia's jaw dropped, nearly laughing. Her Slytherin really was clueless.

"It's a super popular franchise in America, Draco! The whole world knows about it, and Walt Disney. You know I've heard rumors he was a wizard himself."

She grinned but Draco didn't question it further, scanning more titles.

"Sense and Sensibility… Othello…" Elia muttered to herself as they read the titles.

They finally settled on a film which Elia had not seen yet, an American one no less about majority of the world underwater and a typical hero character. Draco never heard of such films, they had theatre shows in the wizarding world and operas which his family liked to attend with other purebloods. The shows would be extravagant, full of magic, wizards, and creatures all around. As they sat through the film, he wondered if that could be date too. He knew Elia would love it.

They left soon after with Elia's eyes watering at the ending, Draco not feeling at all as emotional as her, was in fact laughing at her. Not because he found her distress entertaining, he actually hated when she was sad. It was because he found her reason for crying quite amusing, the hero departing from his loved ones to join the sea. On top of that, his Hufflepuff was more emotionally sensitive than anyone he's known.

She wiped her eyes, sniffling, "Ah! Why didn't he stay?"

Draco snickered more, hugging her at her display of distress. She squirmed, questioning his reason for laughing at her.

"It's not funny! It was sad!"

"No it wasn't."

"Where's your heart at? Since you have no feelings." She argued, he scoffed with a grin.

He knew exactly where his heart was, but Draco was not going to say something as cheesy as that to her. Next phase of his grand date was lunch with Elia, problem was he didn't know any restaurants. Tanya told him a few of Elia's favorites but Elia led him away, dragging him by her hand. She was getting ahead of herself, taking Draco to a park nearby covered in snow.

She pointed to corners of the park of people selling foods and drinks, how convenient for them. Not his cup of tea she called it— another joke that made Draco roll his eyes. She ordered some food and coffee for her and tea for Draco. Sneaky she was, almost paying but Draco beat her to it. He was warned beforehand she'd do this, arguing of her independency. Draco was as gentlemen-y as they come, his family wouldn't have taught him otherwise.

They sat on a bench, watching children run around in the snow and birds fly around. Muggles… the whole lot of them and Draco was taught to be disgusted by them. Yet he sat before them, in their world eating their food and watching their films. All of it was worth it and if he was honest… fun. So long as he had the little Hufflepuff beside him, pressed against him for warmth and her head laid on his shoulder as they sipped their drinks, rambling on together.

He laughed, he listened, he talked so much with her he felt his throat become sore. He shivered, but was met with more warmth as they pressed into each closer. As cold as it was, Draco didn't care. He knew he had to ask her, to be his… it was the perfect time yet he was dreading it due to nerves.

He knew she'd say yes, everyone knew that. So why couldn't he just ask the damned question?

Draco excused himself, offering to throw away their empty cups when she pointed to a trash across from them. Really though, he spotted someone selling flowers around there, his last step. Everything had to be perfect.

When Elia wasn't looking, or better yet was distracting by a woman passing by with her large dog wrapped in a jacket who jumped on Elia eagerly— Draco took that opportunity. She ravished the animal in love, conversing with the woman shortly and Draco bought her a small bouquet. Tanya said a flower should do, but it wasn't enough for him.

When Elia spotted him walking towards her with the flowers, a huge grin spread on her face, a blush glowing as well.

"Oh, Draco!" She exclaimed happily, but then saw the seriousness in his eyes.

He gulped, now or never. Draco let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Elia," Draco paused for a moment, trying to find the right words to say it. He knew what to say— to ask, it wasn't that difficult! He was Malfoy after all… when he wanted something he could get it. Nothing would stop him, he'd do it smoothly and without hassle. Yet he was a mess, this girl made him that way. That's why he knew she must be his, because only Elia could ever make him feel the way he felt.

"Will you be mine?" He finally blurted out, instantly regretting the way it came out. It sounded demanding, impulsive, and overall possessive. More nerves filled him and he felt ashamed. High and mighty Malfoy of cutting-edge Slytherin House, being nervous to ask out some girl... real smooth.

But she wasn't some girl to him, she was Elia Barros. And Elia Barros simply smiled up at him.

"I- uh… That's not what I meant. Not like that— shit!" Draco muttered and Elia just giggled, covering herself due to her flushed face.

"My girlfriend." He finally corrected, "Will you be my girlfriend?"

Elia was already nodding before he could finish, taking the flowers from his hand and embracing him tightly. He shut up then, enveloped in her sweet warmth that consumed him. He breathed in her scent, the same scent he knew well. Fresh sweet flowers, hint of an herbal smell in the midst and it was intoxicating.

"Yes, Draco. Of course I will." She replied and Draco sighed in relief.

They both chuckled at how ridiculous he made it out to be, but Elia didn't think it that way. She found the whole ordeal sweet, laughed at how sweet it was and how fumbled he was. She'd never forget, planting a loving kiss onto his lips to reassure him.

At their ankles, they felt something brush against it, alarming them. The two pulled away to look down and saw a cat rubbing their body and tail around their legs, circling them.

"Hello there." Elia said to the cat, running her free hand against it and up its tail. She gestured for Draco to do the same.

They bent over to look at it, seeing something clutched in its mouth. Draco's hand ran over the cat's head, getting a good view of its emerald eyes.

"Ah! Tanya! What the hell?" He cried, ripping his hand away at the realization, as if she burned.

Elia gave a confused yet surprised look, "T, what're you doing here?"

She asked the question softly so no one would hear nor question them. Tanya dropped that aforementioned something, an envelope in Draco's hand, meowing.

It was a letter from his mother.

A/N: I'm sorry for my long absence, life is crazy and my writers block was even crazier. Thus resulting into this huge chunk of a chapter, hopefully makes up for it. Not my best but the block has me under fire. I'll do my best to keep the chapters coming! R&R!