Disclaimer: Yeah, I'm not JK Rowling or the WB, don't sue, I'm not worth it cause you'll get nothing. Oh and I only own the plot ^__^
The week had flown by, the cold winter snow had finally settled amongst the bare trees and the fresh green that was scattered across the Malfoy grounds. It was a type of magic no wizard could accomplish. Nature was like that though, everything she did was a pure, beautiful magic.
But nature's beauty failed in comparison to one of her creations: Hermione Granger. Nothing in the world could ever compare to her.
The thought only reminded Draco of what was to come tonight, and that caused his stomach to tie up in knots. She was due to come to the Potter's tonight, as was he.
Draco turned his head from the window to the mirror and examined himself. The black turtle neck sweater seemed too wrinkly, and the grey slacks didn't go with his shoes. His hair seemed to be too long for this outfit.
"Maybe I should cut my hair…" he thought aloud to himself, "and put on the black slacks instead of these grotesque grey ones."
He reached down and picked up the already discarded black slacks that he had sewed Hermione's initials into not too long ago. He smiled happily at the prospect of what could happen tonight as he pulled the pants on in place of the other pair.
"Well, this is as good as it…"
"Draco!" Harry cut him off mid-sentence, startling him to turn around in shock.
Harry's head floated amongst the flames, strands of black hair nestled in front of his trademark glasses that refused to get rid of. A look of worry painted across his pale, scared face.
"Potter! Don't sneak up on a guy, it's rude." Draco walked over to the dresser and picked up the dragon pendant Hermione had gotten him for his 19th birthday.
"Sorry, but do you have any idea what time it is?"
"Four fifteen," Draco said looking down at his watch for the 6th time in the past hour "STILL?!"
"Try 5:30, Malfoy, your late!"
Draco looked at Harry for a moment before running out of the room. The dark green carpet accented the old pine walls of the manor, where pictures of his ancestors sat poised, chattering monotonously with each other. One called out to him, he couldn't tell which one, nor did he care. They all sounded alike, and all of them had the same steely grey eyes he had inherited from his father.
Lily's present sat, wrapped in a tine scarlet and gold wrapped box. The dragon scratched at the sides, wanting out, he merely tapped it with his finger, telling it to shut up.
Draco apparated to the Potter Manor, and stood before the great white double doors, they seemed to be teasing him in a way that no one ever could. They alone who knew who was beyond them. They knew if Hermione was in there, and they refused to tell Draco.
The wind nipped at his face, bruising his skin red, and the cold was becoming too much for him, so he rang the bell timidly. The noise was blaring from inside, he could hear it quite well. It didn't seem like they had heard the bell. After tapping his foot for a minute, he rang the bell again, multiple times.
"Hold on!" he heard someone yell from beyond the door.
Within seconds Ginny opened the door. She had managed to fill out a bit, even though she resembled her mom in many ways, she still had her own looks. A soft subtle face that contained knowledge beyond her years, with long flaming hair that had been straightened to perfection and pulled into a loose bun on top of her head, she was a beauty.
"DRACO! ABOUT DAMN TIME!" Ginny squealed, engulfing him in a friendly hug.
"Hey Gin," Draco smiled returning the hug, "has…she came yet?"
"No, she told me to call for her once everyone has arrived. Come in boy, don't be scured." she mimicked from a muggle television show she had watched.
Draco followed Ginny in; everyone was there. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were talking with Bill, who had finally cut his hair, and his wife Fleur, (AN: OK, what do you expect me to do, make myself his wife…HA!) George and Charlie were off in the corner talking secretively, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape were sitting very close on the couch, laughing about something or other. Lavender and Ron were still telling people about their engagement, now they were telling Dean Thomas. The Patil twins where up singing on the stage with Seamus Finnigin.
Draco scanned the many familiar faces, looking for Harry, but he was no where to be seen. He placed his present with the rest on the table and told Ginny he was going to see Lily in the other room.
The room was just off of the family room where the party was held. It was small and dimly lit by just a few candles here and there. A silencing charm was place so Lily would not be disturbed from her slumber. He noticed two shadowy figures in the corner, many whispers where being shared over there. All he could see was a silver shimmer from a long flowing main of white hair. Draco knew him to be Dumbledore at once, and the other must have been Harry.
"Potter, there you are" he proclaimed quietly.
Harry turned around, putting on finger up to his lips before pointing a lanky arm toward the crib. He quickly motioned for Draco to join them.
"Why are you guys in here?" Draco asked quietly, looking at Dumbledore and Harry.
"Well, as you know, young Malfoy, Ms. Granger is supposed to make an appearance here tonight. But what most are not aware of is that Mr. Weasley is to come out of hiding this night also." Dumbledore had explained it in a way that made Draco's stomach churn, though he had no idea why.
"I just don't get why Fred chose tonight. There is no way he could have known about Lily at all; he disappeared before she was born!" Harry spoke more to himself than the other two.
Draco thought for a few moments, maybe he had been in touch with George the whole time, seemed to be the only possibility. He voiced this to his companions.
"Most observant of you Draco," Dumbledore complimented, "That does seem very likely, after all they are twins, and best friends."
Light flooded the room, all three men turned toward the light. Ginny stood in the doorway and motioned to them that it was time. The three men followed Ginny from the room, leaving a sleeping Lily in her crib.
"Harry, aren't you or Ginny suppose to get Lily?" Draco asked, in one of his classic blonde moments
"No, Ginny just called for Hermione," he whispered stepping through the crowd to talk to Ron.
Dumbledore, too, went his own way; he seemed pretty set on checking up on Professor McGonagall and Snape. Why he would do that, Draco didn't even want to know.
But that was the least of Draco's worries; in fact, everything was right now. His stomach churned nervously, he felt like he would be sick any moment. Sweat began to appear all over his pale body as he shuffled his feet around in anticipation.
The ringing of the doorbell echoed through the room and everyone's attention turned to the door. The time seemed to slow down as Ginny approached the door. Soft murmurs could be heard through out the entire room, though none could be heard by Draco's ears. His pale grey eyes where glued to the door, his breathing had stopped as he watched his red-haired friend open the tall double doors.
For he saw Hermione's arms go around her friend, her skin looked the same soft and silky cream it had a year ago, with small spots of freckles placed so perfectly about them.
He watched her step into the room, like an angel with one of her arms still hidden by the door. He wanted to run up to her and embrace her in a hug that he held back for so long. That's till he saw she was holding someone's hand as she walked in.
(UP! That's the end…who's hand is it? Is it Fred? Or is it some character created from my own imagination? Guess you have to wait to find out!)