21. Christmas
The snow makes for a peaceful scene. It blankets the entire village with its soft, white grace and gentle ways. There are snowflakes falling from the gray clouds overhead as the small group makes their way to the tree lot.
The group consists of four people: a man, a woman and two young children, one boy and one girl. A family. The parents are on the outside, the boy holding his mother's hand, the girl holding her father's, while the two siblings are holding each other's hands in the middle. They pick their tree, after much deliberation and take it home with them soon thereafter.
The father sets it up, and then they all decorate it. The mother then brings out hot chocolate and cookies. The children scramble for laps to sit on while the father opens up a large story book. Not long after that, he and his wife are tucking their children into bed. The smile at each other as they place present after present under the tree for their little wonders.
After all is said and done, they slip quietly into their own bed, cuddling together for the night is very cold.
"Happy Christmas, Luna," her husband whispers, placing a kiss on the tip of her cold nose.
"Happy Christmas, Draco," she replies, snuggling into his shoulder.
Christmas morning dawns sunny, snowy and bright on the Malfoy household, ready for anything.
(A/N: Home from camp. Having to play catch-up with my class. Major stress zone. Pray for me? Show me love in reviews, darlings. You're the best.)