I run down the endless corridors, passing numerous rooms. I check each one, with no luck. I'm desperatley finding my way around Malfoy Manor, trying to find where Draco's been brought. I had no chance to see where Lucius and Narcissa had brought him, I had been to busy fighting my father. They surely brought him somewhere where he could be partially safe from Voldemort, who would no doubt take his anger out on Draco.

Why am I so stupid? God help me, I can't do a damn thing right. It's always something I mess up, always something. But why, why did Draco have to do that for me? I would have been fine.. Why not have just been put in Gryffindor then, huh? I could never thank him enough, but he doesn't have to play hero, it'll get him killed for godsakes.

Seconds turn into minutes, minutes into what seems like hours, and still no luck. I'm about to give up hope when I hear something. It's most likely a pissed deatheater, but I take my chances and cautiously turn the corner. It's Narcissa. She's got her back turned to me, but I can clearly make out the quick movements of her shoulders, indicating to me she's crying.

"If thats you Bella, turn around right now, I will not talk to you"

"No, it's me.. Kady"

She pauses for a moment then quickly turns around to face me. Her eyes are red and bloodshot. Oh god, this is all my fault.. I feel my own eyes water up and a large lump forms in my throat.

"N-narcissa, I'm so sorry, I, I never meant to hurt him.. I would rather die than hurt him" I let out a sob. Tears are streaming down my face, but I don't care, I don't care about anything anymore it seems like.

Narcissa runs over to me and cradles me in her arms, trying to be strong, but I can still feel her crying hard. I hear her trying to mumble soothing words in between cries, but I can't make out any of them. Finally, she pulls herself together, and so do I.

"Dear, it's not your fault, you didn't do-do anything except try to help our family, if anyone should be blamed, it's me.. I took to long."

"No, it's not your fault, it's my fathers, he's always the one to ruin things" I say quickly, trying not to let her think it was all her fault. A terrified look overcomes her face, I forgot I'm the only one in this place who criticizies Voldemort. I try to smile, but I'm sure it came off weakly.

"I suppose you'd like to see Draco now, wouldn't you?"

I nod immediatly.

She looks around quickly and leads me down one of the long, medieval looking hallways packed with portraits of long passed Malfoys. She stops suddenly, but I didn't hear anything? Why is she stopping.. Oh wait. She bends down and open a small hole from under the carpet, a long stair-well leads down from the top of the hole. "The password is Emeralds Head, just go down the stairs, it's the only door on the left"

I start down the stairs so she can close the door over me. As soon as she does, a blinding green turns on.

"Password" Says a deep, disgruntled voice.

"Emeralds Head" I say shyly. The light turns off, and I'm faced with a ladder leading down into a dark, abyss like hole. Malfoy Manor has it's own abyss? Boy does this family have money.

I take a few steps down, but instead of a hole, a vague hallway appears. How did they get Draco's unconscious body down here? Anyways, I start to walk in the hallway. Both doors on the right are locked, but the one on the left is ajar.

For a second, I think of running away, scared of what I might see, but if Draco's in there, there's no way I'm not going in.

Silently, I open the door. It's very dark, but a dim light shows the vague image of a wardrobe, bed, and Draco.

I rush over to the bed, but to my dismay, Draco is either still unconscious or asleep. I hope he's dreaming, of somewhere better than here. Somewhere where he can't get hurt, and theres only endless blue skies and meadows filled with tall, green grass. Somewhere where the sun never gets hidden by dark clouds. Draco's face is expressionless, they're no color anywhere. His cheeks are white as ocean foam, his lips are so pale, they look like ice. A few strands of hair a hanging on his burning forehead, and his eyelids are shut, no longer giving off the awe of his deep, grey blue eyes. He almost looks... dead. If it wasn't for how hot he felt, one might assume he actually is.

I kneel down on the bedside and grasp his hand, never going to let go. I lean over and put my head on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat eases me at once.

Tears flood my eyes but I'm tired of crying so I hold them in. I just lay there and close my eyes and feeling the warmth of Draco. I know that he's been a terrible person in the past, I've heard enough talk to know how mean and down right nasty he can be. I know that was his choosing and I don't respect him for that at all, he's cruel to my friends. All I can do is look past the damage that was done in the years before I came here and try to mend the little that's left. As for Draco being a deatheater, although I hate the fact that he is and I wish he would have stood against the pressure, he really didn't have a choice. What was he going to do, say no and see his mother and father be killed in front of him knowing that it was his fault, and to then see the point of a gnarled wand turn his way and take his last breath staring the fatal green light in the face? He was scared, he still is. He doesn't deserve that terrible fate that's been thrust at him.

I gather up my strength and stand up, still grasping his hand. I lay down on the bed next to him and wrap my one arm around his chest. All of a sudden, I hear footsteps. They come closer and closer, the door creaks open. My heart is beating fast now, I pretend to be asleep. The person who's looking in does not enter the room, but merely sniffles and shuts the door again. It must have been Narcissa, she's the only one that wouldn't have ruined this moment. We're alone once again.

There are no windows, so I don't know the time, but it's only been a few hours, it can't be past eleven. I feel Draco's body twitch softly.

I look up at his face, and sure enough, his eyes are slit open. I stare into them for a long time, waiting for something to happen, honestly I'm not sure if Draco is awake or not. Then suddenly..

"Is this a dream?" He whispers, his voice so soft I can barely hear him. I don't want to ruin this, I don't want the pain to return to him. "Yes" I say quietly, then I close my eyes and slowly kiss his cold lips, just light enough so he can feel them. I can feel his lips tingling in return to the sensation, and I can tell he's trying to lift his arm up to hold me, but he's just to.. weak. After a few seconds, I look back up. His eyes are closed again, his breathing becomes slower and deeper. I hold his hand tighter and lay right next to him, giving off some of my body heat to his ice cold one.

Here I am on Christmas Eve, the holiest night of the year. I lay clinging to the only thing I have left in my life, clinging to my source of joy and hope. The room is as cold as the winter snow outside, but Draco and I are so near to eachother that we can't feel anything but heat. I adjust my position and feel something hard under me. I reach into the deep pocket of my ballgown and find a little box, it's Draco's Christmas present, the one I was going to give him tonight.

It's a striking silver watch encrusted with emeralds. I was going for the Slytherin color theme, pretty original if you ask me.

"Merry Christmas Draco" I whisper, leaning in to kiss his forehead.

I shut my eyes, hopefully I'll be able to go to sleep. I lay Draco's hand, with mine still enclosed in it on his chest. I begin to let my mind fade away.