I laid on the couch in the Slytherin common room as people were talking about their holidays. "Christmas was so much fun. It was so good seeing my family," Pansy said, obnoxiously loud. "It must be awful not to know that feeling." I could see her looking at me. "You act like I never celebrated Christmas," I said, turning my head to look at her and the group of girls she was with. "I have celebrated it with Harry about five times. And then twice with Draco." "Oh please," she said. "You and Draco didn't spend fourth year together. You two weren't even together until after midnight." "Oh technicalities," I said. "Fine. Then I was with him third year. In fact, I met his parents that day. You remember that, don't you? You were there."
*Flashback*
I sat with Draco in his living room, his arm around me. "What if your parents don't like me?" I asked, leaning against him. "Why wouldn't they like you?" he asked, running one of his hands through my hair. "Well, for starters, I am Harry Potter's sister. Your dad didn't really like him, from what I heard," I said. "And I'm a Half-Blood. Aren't your parents Pure-Blood crazy?" "It'll be fine," he said. "It's not just going to be us. Crabbe, Goyle, and their families are coming too." "And Pansy's," I said with disdain. "You guys used to be close," he said. "Yeah, well we all know why that changed," I said. I looked at him. "I'm really nervous," I said. "This literally scares me more than anything ever has. I would gladly walk up to a dementor instead of doing this." Draco smiled and kissed my forehead. "It'll be fine," he said. "They don't even know you're bringing home anyone, do they?" I asked. "Nope. You're a Christmas surprise," he said. "Well thanks for not letting them pick us up from the platform. That would've been awkward," I said. "My dad had something to do with the Ministry anyway," he said. He looked at me, my hands fidgeting. He grabbed them and kissed the side of my head. "It'll be fine," he said. "Even if they don't like you, that doesn't change how I feel about you." "What if I'm not wearing the right clothes?" I asked. I was wearing black jeans that were tucked into my boots and a long-sleeved silver shirt. "You look fine," he said. "Beautiful, actually." "But your parents are so fancy," I said. "You're in basically a suit." Draco stood up and took off his black jacket, leaving him in his black pants and white button up shirt. He rolled up the sleeves and untucked it. "There," he said, unbuttoning the bottom button. "Now you have nothing to worry about." I smiled slightly.
We heard a door close and people chatting. "Well they must've all met up," he said. I stood up. Draco took my hand, intertwining our fingers. "It'll be fine," he repeated. My stomach was in knots and my free hand was shaking a bit. I brushed back my hair. The eight adults and three children entered the room, the conversation immediately dying once they laid eyes on me. "Draco, who's this?" his mother asked. "This is the girl I told you about," he said. His father looked me up and down. My heart was pounding in my ears. "Emily Potter," Pansy said, a smirk on her face. "A Potter?" his father said. "Draco...a half-blood?" his mother said. The other adults just stared at me, obviously feeling superior. I gripped Draco's hand tighter. "You should be happy," he said. "She's the most amazing person I've ever met." I looked at him and smiled. "She's nothing like anyone you've ever met." His parents looked at each other. "Give her a chance." His mother walked to us, stopping right in front of me. I made eye contact with her, seeing her eyes as they scanned me. She smiled slightly. "Welcome to our home," she said. I smiled. "Thank you," I said.
*End*
"They took a liking to me. Invited me back multiple times," I said. "Liked me more than they would ever like you." Pansy just stared at me. I smiled. "Your jealously is really pathetic, Pansy," I said. "Even if you are in Slytherin, green was never your color." I went upstairs to the room and laid on my bed. I gripped my necklace's pendant and smiled.
*Flashback*
My eyes were covered. "Guess who?" a voice said. "Draco," I said, laughing. He uncovered my eyes and sat next to me at the Slytherin table. "Do you know what today is?" he asked. "Of course I do. I'm the girl in this relationship," I said. I kissed him. "Happy anniversary," I said. He smiled. "I got you something," he said. "I thought attending the World Cup with you was my gift," I said. "It was," he said. "Until your night was ruined. So my mother helped me get something else for you." "You didn't have to," I said. "I didn't get you anything." "You're enough for me," he said. "Besides, I wanted to give you something on this day anyway." He took out a flat, wide box. "Here you go," he said, handing it to me. I took the box and opened it. It was a black pendant on a silver chain. "It's real onyx," he said. "A family heirloom actually." "Draco, I can't accept this," I said. "Yes you can," he said. "My mother insisted." He took the necklace out of the box. "Come on," he said, standing behind me. I lifted my hair. His hands came from behind my neck, one having the necklace. He grabbed one end of the necklace's chain with his free hand and pulled it back. He clasped it and then sat next to me again. I let down my hair and looked down at the necklace. "It's beautiful," I said. "You're beautiful," he said. I smiled and kissed him.
*End*
Midnight meowed at me. "Just thinking," I said, petting her. "Just thinking."