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Hey, I thought I would take a break from Nil Dormiendum until I have the final parts finalised, for now I am doing yet another Draco story. As far as I know this defies convention so read and enjoy.

The frost on his windows was thick and carved into strange patterns over night by the ice imps in his garden. Outside the world was enveloped in a thick blanket of snow. It seemed as if the world knew it was Christmas and had got dressed and ready for the occasion. The little boy in the bed was also wrapped up warm under his silk sheets and extra blankets.

His father watched him sleeping from the doorway, smiling affectionately as the boy murmured in his sleep. He was so proud of his son. "Draco of the silver hair", that was what his mother had called him since he was very little. Indeed his hair was very blonde it fitted perfectly with his complexion and his features. Draco was a Malfoy.

His father prepared to wake him. The little blonde head retreated deep into the covers when shaken gently. The covers shook as the little boy wriggled deeper into them. "Alright Draco, come out now or the dragon will get you!" Lucius smiled as he pounced onto the bed grabbing at the covers and growling. They had played this game for what seemed like forever to. It ended when Mr Malfoy finally caught his son. Draco emerged giggling, his face red and blonde hair stuck out at odd angles from his cherub like face. "Come on now Drac, you're holding up Christmas for everyone"

At three years old Draco was already a handful. It took Lucius a good 10 minutes to catch Draco and slip his Navy Robes over his head and brush his hair. He had just finished and was about to go downstairs for the present opening. He turned round to pick up Draco and there was no sign of him. "Draco? come on where are you hiding" Lucuis jumped when someone pulled at the hem of his robes and giggled. "Daddy gotta find me Daddy gotta find me" Unfortunately in Draco's case his spell didn't last long and half way through an exited dash around his room he popped back into sight. "Come on scamp, you're more trouble than a baby dragon do you know that" He caught up the exited toddler in his arms and apparated down the seven floors to his front room. Draco's older sister Seraph was sitting on her mother's lap, when she saw Mr Malfoy appear she ran across the floor squealing. "Can we open all those presents now?" she pleaded grinning cheekily up at her father.

The family was seated on the deep plush rug in front of the fireplace. The ten year old Seraph was squirming casting longing eyes at the pile of presents wrapped under the huge pine tree that disappeared into a specially cut hole in the ceiling. The first present was passed to Mr Malfoy by a grinning house elf. It wore a green pillowcase in honour of the day and seemed in a very chirpy mood. Mr Malfoy read the label carefully. "Draco this one's for you". Draco's eyes lit up and he smiled a rather gappy smile as he reached for the long thin package. He tore the wrapping of eagerly, his small fingers closed around a slim wooden handle. It was a broomstick, tucked into the twiggy bundle at one end was a second smaller package. He stopped admiring the broom and opened that to. It was a silver chain with a miniature replica of a golden snitch in the centre. He slipped the chain round his neck and shuffled across the room to wrap his arms around his father's neck. "Thank you Daddy I'll always wear it" he whispered. "Shall I blow on it for luck?" Lucius smiled. Draco looked puzzled but nodded anyway. His Father lifted the chain and blew gently. Draco tucked the chain back into his robes and began to watch the rest of the presents being open. Later that day his Father carried an exhausted bundle of Draco up to bed. "Did you enjoy your presents Drac?" He asked as he kissed his son goodnight. "Yes Daddy" yawned Draco. "I like the broomstick and chain best". "You'll be the Slytherin seeker one day at the rate you going" Lucius said as he drew the covers up to Draco's chin and called in the fire fairies to be a nightlight.

Thirteen years later Draco Malfoy wandered back to the common room after a victorious Quidditch match over Ravenclaw. He looked around quickly and slipped a hand inside his robes. He grasped a silver chain in his long fingers. A smile ghosted over his normally scowling face as he thought of family and that long ago Christmas.

Cough, Cough, I am choking on a sweetness overdose, anyway I felt that poor ickle Draco didn't deserve such a rotten childhood as I usually give him so look he has a nice one now!!! Review please.

Malfoy's Girl