Disclaimer: See first chapter.
"I'll take everything from the inside and throw it all away, Cuz I swear for the last time I won't trust myself with you,
Everything from the inside and just throw it all away, Cuz I swear for the last time I won't trust myself with you, You, You"
I'm so lucky my parents are understanding individuals. Unfortunately, they are also not as dumb as one might expect. I can imagine how a letter like this might go over...
Dear Mum and Dad, Hope you don't mind but I invited a friend to come home for the holidays. We used to hate each other, he called me degrading names, but we have been very friendly of late...I even find him a mite attractive...
Hmm. Right.
With a little explaining, they claimed to understand perfectly, and would welcome Draco. However, I did understand he would be sleeping in the guest room, and we would be taped in?
The tape thing was something I made the mistake of telling them about when I went to camp one year. If you place a tiny bit of tape on the outside of the door, it's impossible to reseal it from the inside of your room, therefore tipping your parents off in the morning.
Oh, well. As if something like that will happen. Draco explained to Dumbledore where he would be staying (if only I could've seen the sparkle in his eye then), and that was that!
Draco was coming home with me for Christmas holidays.
Do you have any idea how weird that sentence is to me?
I haven't told Ron yet (who's staying behind). What he doesn't know won't hurt him.
Oh, and Harry's letter was very nice. He misses everyone and is safe. Doesn't know when he's coming home. I sent him his Christmas gift this morning with Cytheria. I also told him that even though I know it's unlikely, he's welcome to stop by. I mentioned we'd have company. But left out any names.
We'll be leaving tomorrow, and I wonder how Draco will do with all our Muggle ways. Christmas is in a few days, and then we have a whole other week of vacation, as well as New Years.
Again, it's very late. It's too cold to get out of bed, so I'm looking out my window from here. The moon makes the snow look like...well, I'm not sure what it looks like. Icing. An ocean. Heaven. A white winter wonderland.
There's a knock at my door. It can only be one person.
"Draco?"
"Who else?" he replies, opening the door and coming in. He sits on my window seat.
"I don't think you're suppose to be in here."
He smiles. "Technically, I can. Dumbledore thought we'd be doing our darndest to keep as far away from each other as possible, so he left that rule out of the Good Behavior Contract we signed."
That was sneaky of him, I think to myself.
"I would've thought you'd be reading," Draco continues.
"I'm out of good books," I shrug, "Are you all packed?"
"Yeah. I'm nervous though."
"Why?" Wasn't I suppose to be the nervous one?
Draco just shrugs, and leans back. After awhile, I found myself finally growing drowsy. Draco shows no signs of leaving, so I lie back down and burrow under the covers. There's nothing like sleep. Just as I'm leaving the annoying world of consciousness, he speaks.
"Hermione?"
I grunt in reply.
"I might fall for you."
"That's nice, Draco."
Bright morning sunlight is even brighter when reflecting off snow; did you know that? The first thing I see when my eyes adjust is golden hair. Draco fell asleep on my window seat. That can't be good.
After wrapping my blanket around myself, I get up and walk over to the window. It's beautiful out, we got more snow, at least a foot more in fact. I give into temptation and brush some hair off Draco's face.
Yes, it's just as soft as it looks.
His eyes flutter open, and I draw my hand away quickly. He smiles a genuine smile, the first I think I've ever seen.
"My mom used to wake me up like that."
Blushing I back away, and start making my bed.
Draco is smirking while he walks to my door. "Cute pajamas, Hermione."
It's then I remember I'm wearing just a big t-shirt that barely covers me. He's out too quickly, and my well-aimed pillow hits a closed door.
"I'll take everything from the inside and throw it all away, Cuz I swear for the last time I won't trust myself with you,
Everything from the inside and just throw it all away, Cuz I swear for the last time I won't trust myself with you, You, You"
I'm so lucky my parents are understanding individuals. Unfortunately, they are also not as dumb as one might expect. I can imagine how a letter like this might go over...
Dear Mum and Dad, Hope you don't mind but I invited a friend to come home for the holidays. We used to hate each other, he called me degrading names, but we have been very friendly of late...I even find him a mite attractive...
Hmm. Right.
With a little explaining, they claimed to understand perfectly, and would welcome Draco. However, I did understand he would be sleeping in the guest room, and we would be taped in?
The tape thing was something I made the mistake of telling them about when I went to camp one year. If you place a tiny bit of tape on the outside of the door, it's impossible to reseal it from the inside of your room, therefore tipping your parents off in the morning.
Oh, well. As if something like that will happen. Draco explained to Dumbledore where he would be staying (if only I could've seen the sparkle in his eye then), and that was that!
Draco was coming home with me for Christmas holidays.
Do you have any idea how weird that sentence is to me?
I haven't told Ron yet (who's staying behind). What he doesn't know won't hurt him.
Oh, and Harry's letter was very nice. He misses everyone and is safe. Doesn't know when he's coming home. I sent him his Christmas gift this morning with Cytheria. I also told him that even though I know it's unlikely, he's welcome to stop by. I mentioned we'd have company. But left out any names.
We'll be leaving tomorrow, and I wonder how Draco will do with all our Muggle ways. Christmas is in a few days, and then we have a whole other week of vacation, as well as New Years.
Again, it's very late. It's too cold to get out of bed, so I'm looking out my window from here. The moon makes the snow look like...well, I'm not sure what it looks like. Icing. An ocean. Heaven. A white winter wonderland.
There's a knock at my door. It can only be one person.
"Draco?"
"Who else?" he replies, opening the door and coming in. He sits on my window seat.
"I don't think you're suppose to be in here."
He smiles. "Technically, I can. Dumbledore thought we'd be doing our darndest to keep as far away from each other as possible, so he left that rule out of the Good Behavior Contract we signed."
That was sneaky of him, I think to myself.
"I would've thought you'd be reading," Draco continues.
"I'm out of good books," I shrug, "Are you all packed?"
"Yeah. I'm nervous though."
"Why?" Wasn't I suppose to be the nervous one?
Draco just shrugs, and leans back. After awhile, I found myself finally growing drowsy. Draco shows no signs of leaving, so I lie back down and burrow under the covers. There's nothing like sleep. Just as I'm leaving the annoying world of consciousness, he speaks.
"Hermione?"
I grunt in reply.
"I might fall for you."
"That's nice, Draco."
Bright morning sunlight is even brighter when reflecting off snow; did you know that? The first thing I see when my eyes adjust is golden hair. Draco fell asleep on my window seat. That can't be good.
After wrapping my blanket around myself, I get up and walk over to the window. It's beautiful out, we got more snow, at least a foot more in fact. I give into temptation and brush some hair off Draco's face.
Yes, it's just as soft as it looks.
His eyes flutter open, and I draw my hand away quickly. He smiles a genuine smile, the first I think I've ever seen.
"My mom used to wake me up like that."
Blushing I back away, and start making my bed.
Draco is smirking while he walks to my door. "Cute pajamas, Hermione."
It's then I remember I'm wearing just a big t-shirt that barely covers me. He's out too quickly, and my well-aimed pillow hits a closed door.