Okay, yeah I know everyone has probably been waiting for a chapter that had
all the fluff and love and everything. Well then, here it is!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters; they belong to J.K Rowling. I only own my own characters and this plot.
Chapter 15: Christmas
After the scene with Jesabelle, Harry just decided to skip dinner and head up to the Gryffindor common room.
About twenty minutes later, Harry and the others gathered around in a secluded spot in the common room next to the fireplace and Harry told them about what had happened with Jesabelle.
"Something's wrong with her, I know it." Harry said, exasperated.
"We can't force her to tell us what's wrong." Ginny said.
"I suppose, but it's really bothering me that she doesn't even want to say anything." Harry said. "Doesn't she know that I love her? I would do anything to help her out if she needed it."
"I'm sure she knows you love her mate." Ron said comfortingly. "You would do anything for her and she would do anything for you as well. But I think this is the time where we should just let her handle things on her own. At least until she's ready to tell us what's going on."
"You know Ron's right, for once." Neville said.
Harry laughed lightly and smiled at the others. "Thanks guys."
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Weeks passed and soon it was Christmas. Harry and the others were still worried about Jesabelle, but things continued on like normal and everyone was overjoyed where Christmas holidays came.
"I can't wait to get back to the Order." Harry said to the others.
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, and Luna were going to go to Number 12 for Christmas to visit the Order. They were all gathered in the boys' dorm to ensure that no one would overhear their conversation.
"Same here." Hermione said.
"You should come along Jesabelle." Ron said.
"Yeah." Ginny said. "Everyone would love to meet you in person!"
"I would love to but I shouldn't leave the castle." Jesabelle said.
"Why not?" Neville asked.
"Dumbledore asked me to stay here." Jesabelle replied. "To tell you the truth, I don't even know exactly why."
"It's too bad." Harry said. "You want me to stay behind with you?"
"Oh no," Jesabelle said, laughing lightly, "you haven't seen them for ages! It would nice for you to see them again."
The others smiled at her and Neville punched her shoulder affectionately, telling her that she spoiled Harry, receiving a laugh from her in return.
They continued talking about random things and soon, Jesabelle had to head back to the dorm.
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Harry and the others left three days before Christmas, and Jesabelle felt a little lonely until she discovered that Draco was also staying for the holidays. She had avoided him since the Imperius Curse incident in Defense Against the Dark Arts. But, it seemed more like HE was avoiding HER, much to the amusement of Harry and the others.
It was 11:00 p.m. Christmas Eve. Jesabelle walked out of her bedroom wearing gray sweatpants and a white T-shirt that showed her belly.
Draco was in the common room, reading a book, wearing his Hogwarts trousers, his chest uncovered.
Jesabelle blushed slightly and she sat in an armchair across from him and reached for the books she was reading about dark curses from the small table between them.
"Good evening Jesabelle." Draco said conversationally, making her jump slightly.
"Good evening Draco." Jesabelle said. "Listen, about Defense Against the Dark Arts,"
"It's all right." Draco said, interrupting her. "I'm just surprised that you were able to perform the curse."
"Well, when your father was a death eater and you mother was a double agent for the Ministry you could find some interesting books on curses in my home." Jesabelle said, searching for the page where she stopped reading.
Draco gave her a weird look, of which she didn't notice.
"Why didn't you go home to spend some time with you mother for the holidays?" Draco asked, putting his book down and looking at Jesabelle, who had begun to read the books she was flipping through.
"Oh, well you see," Jesabelle said, closing the book, "my mum's dead."
"Oh, I'm sorry." Draco said.
"It's all right, you didn't know." Jesabelle said.
"Did your father kill her?" Draco asked.
"No, but he's the reason she's dead." Jesabelle said.
"Do you know who killed her?" Draco asked.
"Well, this death eater murdered her when I was eleven, but my mother hid me, so I never saw who the killer was." Jesabelle said.
Draco nodded and sat back on the couch, sighing to himself, greatly hoping that his father was not Jesabelle's mother's killer. He was one of the top on Voldemort's list, and had killed many death eaters, and there was a high possibility that he was the one who killed Jesabelle's mother. He sighed again; it would really kill him if his father was the one who took Jesabelle's mother away from her.
Jesabelle sighed and looked into the fire, lost in thought.
"What was your mother like?" Draco asked, shaking Jesabelle out of her train of thought.
"She was great." Jesabelle said. "She could never really get much for me, since we were always on the run, but she tried her best to always get what I wanted."
Draco could see the sadness on her face and it broke his heart.
"We used to exchange presents on Christmas." Jesabelle continued. "I would always work my butt off to make her something different every year. I remember the last Christmas my mother and I had together, I made her a rag doll." She laughed softly. "Even though one arm was shorter than the other and the eyes were each a different color, she still loved it all the same, and always held it to her when she slept."
She paused. Draco could tell she was trying hard not to cry, for her face was scrunched up and her eyes were watery.
"Every Christmas, we'd always bake Gingerbread cookies and eat them with warm milk. And then we'd eat what was left of them in front of the fire that same night, exchanging stories and talking about what I would do when I got older." Jesabelle said, sniffling, the tears rolling freely from her eyes. "She'd always tell me that she loved me, and that when this was all over, she'd send me here, where she went to school, and we could have a normal life again."
She looked at her hands. Draco didn't really know what to do, so he just sat there, and felt his heart break again.
"A pity." Jesabelle said. "As a Potter, life really wasn't as normal as we wanted it to be."
"You must really miss her." Draco said, getting up, and kneeling in front of her.
"I think about her everyday." Jesabelle said softly.
Draco took her hands in his and kissed them. "Your mother wouldn't have wanted you to mourn her death; she would have wanted you to live the life she would have wanted you to live. She would have wanted you to be happy." Draco said.
She looked at him. Their eyes were level with each other. He wiped her tears away and stroked her cheeks. She smiled at him.
"Thank you." She said.
Draco felt his heart melt at her smile. Man, he was really starting to get soft. He smiled back and embraced her.
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Jesabelle woke up early the next morning to find herself in Draco's arms on the couch in the common room.
Not wanting to wake him, she slowly pulled herself out of his grasp and went into her bedroom.
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Draco woke up to find Jesabelle gone. Worried, he pulled on his Hogwarts blouse, buttoned it up, tucked it in, and went to check if Jesabelle was in her bedroom.
"Jesabelle?" Draco asked knocking on her door. When there was no answer, he walked into the room to find it empty.
He searched for her for two more hours all over toe castle. With no luck, he decided to go to the kitchens. He stopped in front of the picture of the bowl of foot, reached up, and the tickled the pear with his finger, It turned into a doorknob and Draco pulled it open and walked into the kitchens, being met by enthusiastic house elves.
"Is Dobby here?" Draco asked.
The others scuttled away and Dobby walked over the Draco.
"Is Mr. Malfoy wanting something?" Dobby asked.
"Dobby," Draco said, "I need a favor."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
An hour later, Draco walked back into the Heads' dorm with a red and green striped paper bag.
He walked over to the window and looked outside, wondering where Jesabelle was. Then he felt cold wind blow against his left arm. Draco turned around. There were no windows open. How could the wind get in?
He searched around the book shelf nearby and discovered the wind was coming from behind one of them. He pulled it back to rind stone steps leading up to a secret tower. Curious, he followed the steps up as quietly as he could and soon he found Jesabelle sitting on the sill of a stone window a few steps below a door that led to a small balcony of the tower.
He watched her for while behind a corner, the paper bag in his hand. She was wearing a cream colored v-neck shirt underneath a black coat, with dark blue denim jeans and socks. Her hair hung upon her face and an occasional breeze blew it. A look of sadness was etched across her face.
Draco felt his heart break again. He knew she was thinking about her mother. And it was in that moment, while watching her, that Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy, realized something. He was in love with Jesabelle Potter. He had been trying to fight this feeling for so long. And then at that same time, he was scared, not for himself, but for her. His father was still in Azkaban, but Voldemort would get him out. And if he discovered that he had fallen in love with a Potter, he would furious.
"Stop it Draco. You shouldn't be afraid of your father, you are a grown man now, and you can make your own choices."
~For once I agree with you.~
"But father is powerful; he can get to her in ways that even I couldn't figure out."
~But your father isn't here now.~
"But,"
~No buts mister, you love her, and you know she feels for you as well. Now go for it. It is better to have loved and lost than to never have love at all.~
"Alfred Lord Tenneson said that."
~Yeah he did, and he's right.~
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Jesabelle stared out into the snow covered grounds. It was so peaceful up there. She loved it. The atmosphere helped her think. She missed her mother a lot, especially now, on Christmas. But that wasn't the only reason why she was up there. She was trouble about something else.
"Bloody hell."
~What is it this time my dear?~
"Do you think that I am love with Draco?"
~It is very possible, and it think you are.~
"But I'm scared."
~Everyone is when they reach this level in life.~
"But if he doesn't think feel the same way."
~I don't know if you've noticed, but have you seen the way he's looked at you lately?~
"I have."
~Then I think you should take the chance. Trust me, I think this one is worth putting your heart on the line.~
"I've trusted you before. You have never led me astray."
~Nope, I haven't. When it came to the thing with Blake, you shut me out so, nope, I haven't lead you astray.~
"Yeah. Thanks."
~No problem.~
"I wish my mother was here."
~So do I.~
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Draco continued to watch her, while still fighting his internal battle. Suddenly, he saw tears run down Jesabelle's face. He couldn't take it anymore. He felt his heart break again. He just wanted to run up to her and hold her in his arms, whispering sweet nothings into her ear and kissing away the tears. He inhaled deeply and walked to her.
"You know, it isn't a good thing for one to spend Christmas by themselves." Draco said softly, so she could hear, walking up the steps and standing in front of the sill.
"Draco." Jesabelle said, trying to wipe away her tears.
"Listen, I know this isn't much, but I got something for you." Draco said, handing her the red and green striped paper bag.
Jesabelle turned so she was in a sitting position and said, "Oh Draco, you didn't have to."
"It doesn't matter, I wanted to get you something special." He said.
Jesabelle smiled and opened the paper bag to find freshly baked gingerbread cookies, still warm, despite the cold weather. Jesabelle looked up at Draco, tears in her eyes, setting the bag aside.
"Thank you." She whispered.
"Listen," Draco said, "I know I can't really replace your mother for Christmas. Come to think of it, I don't think I want to try."
Jesabelle laughed.
"But I want to give you the best Christmas I can give." Draco said.
"Why?" Jesabelle asked, tears still streaming down her face.
"Because....I love you." Draco whispered lifting her chin up.
Jesabelle stared at him. He loved her. He loved her. It was all she thinking of.
Draco looked deep into her eyes. Just looking at them made his heart warm up. He leaned forward and placed his lips on hers.
Jesabelle couldn't concentrate. All she could focus on was Draco's warm lips against her, his tongue coaxing her to let him enter. She willing opened his mouth to him, allowing him to deepen the kiss.
Draco couldn't believe it, she was letting him in. He pulled her closer to him, her warmth grazing his body.
His warmth, his kiss, his smell, everything about him was intoxicating her and they continued to search each others' mouths.
She pulled away from him, breaking the kiss. She could tell he was disappointed.
"I love you too." She whispered, before pulling him back to her.
They stayed that may for what seemed to be like hours, but it was merely minutes, sharing a moment they knew they would never forget.
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"Harry and his friends won't like this." Draco said.
They were sitting in front of the fire, Jesabelle sitting comfortably between his legs, wrapped in a blanket, the gingerbread cookies and goblets of milk on their left side.
"I know, but it's worth taking the risk, right?" Jesabelle said, quietly.
"Of course. I'd risk anything for you." Draco said, kissing her forehead.
"I know, and I would do the same for you." Jesabelle replied, leaning against him.
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Draco watched Jesabelle, who had fallen asleep in his arms yet again. He just wanted to hold her like this forever, with no care in the world about what others thought about them. It was at this time that he made a promise. He promised himself that he would always love Jesabelle, and he would always protect her, no matter what. HE would always hold her forever, and make sure that she was always happy. He promised himself that, if the time came, he would risk his life, just for her.
He loved her, and he would do anything, and everything, if it made her the happiest woman in the world.
There you go! Sorry I have taken so long! Stay tuned for Chapter 16!
Please read and review! Thanks! ^_^
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters; they belong to J.K Rowling. I only own my own characters and this plot.
Chapter 15: Christmas
After the scene with Jesabelle, Harry just decided to skip dinner and head up to the Gryffindor common room.
About twenty minutes later, Harry and the others gathered around in a secluded spot in the common room next to the fireplace and Harry told them about what had happened with Jesabelle.
"Something's wrong with her, I know it." Harry said, exasperated.
"We can't force her to tell us what's wrong." Ginny said.
"I suppose, but it's really bothering me that she doesn't even want to say anything." Harry said. "Doesn't she know that I love her? I would do anything to help her out if she needed it."
"I'm sure she knows you love her mate." Ron said comfortingly. "You would do anything for her and she would do anything for you as well. But I think this is the time where we should just let her handle things on her own. At least until she's ready to tell us what's going on."
"You know Ron's right, for once." Neville said.
Harry laughed lightly and smiled at the others. "Thanks guys."
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Weeks passed and soon it was Christmas. Harry and the others were still worried about Jesabelle, but things continued on like normal and everyone was overjoyed where Christmas holidays came.
"I can't wait to get back to the Order." Harry said to the others.
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, and Luna were going to go to Number 12 for Christmas to visit the Order. They were all gathered in the boys' dorm to ensure that no one would overhear their conversation.
"Same here." Hermione said.
"You should come along Jesabelle." Ron said.
"Yeah." Ginny said. "Everyone would love to meet you in person!"
"I would love to but I shouldn't leave the castle." Jesabelle said.
"Why not?" Neville asked.
"Dumbledore asked me to stay here." Jesabelle replied. "To tell you the truth, I don't even know exactly why."
"It's too bad." Harry said. "You want me to stay behind with you?"
"Oh no," Jesabelle said, laughing lightly, "you haven't seen them for ages! It would nice for you to see them again."
The others smiled at her and Neville punched her shoulder affectionately, telling her that she spoiled Harry, receiving a laugh from her in return.
They continued talking about random things and soon, Jesabelle had to head back to the dorm.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry and the others left three days before Christmas, and Jesabelle felt a little lonely until she discovered that Draco was also staying for the holidays. She had avoided him since the Imperius Curse incident in Defense Against the Dark Arts. But, it seemed more like HE was avoiding HER, much to the amusement of Harry and the others.
It was 11:00 p.m. Christmas Eve. Jesabelle walked out of her bedroom wearing gray sweatpants and a white T-shirt that showed her belly.
Draco was in the common room, reading a book, wearing his Hogwarts trousers, his chest uncovered.
Jesabelle blushed slightly and she sat in an armchair across from him and reached for the books she was reading about dark curses from the small table between them.
"Good evening Jesabelle." Draco said conversationally, making her jump slightly.
"Good evening Draco." Jesabelle said. "Listen, about Defense Against the Dark Arts,"
"It's all right." Draco said, interrupting her. "I'm just surprised that you were able to perform the curse."
"Well, when your father was a death eater and you mother was a double agent for the Ministry you could find some interesting books on curses in my home." Jesabelle said, searching for the page where she stopped reading.
Draco gave her a weird look, of which she didn't notice.
"Why didn't you go home to spend some time with you mother for the holidays?" Draco asked, putting his book down and looking at Jesabelle, who had begun to read the books she was flipping through.
"Oh, well you see," Jesabelle said, closing the book, "my mum's dead."
"Oh, I'm sorry." Draco said.
"It's all right, you didn't know." Jesabelle said.
"Did your father kill her?" Draco asked.
"No, but he's the reason she's dead." Jesabelle said.
"Do you know who killed her?" Draco asked.
"Well, this death eater murdered her when I was eleven, but my mother hid me, so I never saw who the killer was." Jesabelle said.
Draco nodded and sat back on the couch, sighing to himself, greatly hoping that his father was not Jesabelle's mother's killer. He was one of the top on Voldemort's list, and had killed many death eaters, and there was a high possibility that he was the one who killed Jesabelle's mother. He sighed again; it would really kill him if his father was the one who took Jesabelle's mother away from her.
Jesabelle sighed and looked into the fire, lost in thought.
"What was your mother like?" Draco asked, shaking Jesabelle out of her train of thought.
"She was great." Jesabelle said. "She could never really get much for me, since we were always on the run, but she tried her best to always get what I wanted."
Draco could see the sadness on her face and it broke his heart.
"We used to exchange presents on Christmas." Jesabelle continued. "I would always work my butt off to make her something different every year. I remember the last Christmas my mother and I had together, I made her a rag doll." She laughed softly. "Even though one arm was shorter than the other and the eyes were each a different color, she still loved it all the same, and always held it to her when she slept."
She paused. Draco could tell she was trying hard not to cry, for her face was scrunched up and her eyes were watery.
"Every Christmas, we'd always bake Gingerbread cookies and eat them with warm milk. And then we'd eat what was left of them in front of the fire that same night, exchanging stories and talking about what I would do when I got older." Jesabelle said, sniffling, the tears rolling freely from her eyes. "She'd always tell me that she loved me, and that when this was all over, she'd send me here, where she went to school, and we could have a normal life again."
She looked at her hands. Draco didn't really know what to do, so he just sat there, and felt his heart break again.
"A pity." Jesabelle said. "As a Potter, life really wasn't as normal as we wanted it to be."
"You must really miss her." Draco said, getting up, and kneeling in front of her.
"I think about her everyday." Jesabelle said softly.
Draco took her hands in his and kissed them. "Your mother wouldn't have wanted you to mourn her death; she would have wanted you to live the life she would have wanted you to live. She would have wanted you to be happy." Draco said.
She looked at him. Their eyes were level with each other. He wiped her tears away and stroked her cheeks. She smiled at him.
"Thank you." She said.
Draco felt his heart melt at her smile. Man, he was really starting to get soft. He smiled back and embraced her.
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Jesabelle woke up early the next morning to find herself in Draco's arms on the couch in the common room.
Not wanting to wake him, she slowly pulled herself out of his grasp and went into her bedroom.
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Draco woke up to find Jesabelle gone. Worried, he pulled on his Hogwarts blouse, buttoned it up, tucked it in, and went to check if Jesabelle was in her bedroom.
"Jesabelle?" Draco asked knocking on her door. When there was no answer, he walked into the room to find it empty.
He searched for her for two more hours all over toe castle. With no luck, he decided to go to the kitchens. He stopped in front of the picture of the bowl of foot, reached up, and the tickled the pear with his finger, It turned into a doorknob and Draco pulled it open and walked into the kitchens, being met by enthusiastic house elves.
"Is Dobby here?" Draco asked.
The others scuttled away and Dobby walked over the Draco.
"Is Mr. Malfoy wanting something?" Dobby asked.
"Dobby," Draco said, "I need a favor."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
An hour later, Draco walked back into the Heads' dorm with a red and green striped paper bag.
He walked over to the window and looked outside, wondering where Jesabelle was. Then he felt cold wind blow against his left arm. Draco turned around. There were no windows open. How could the wind get in?
He searched around the book shelf nearby and discovered the wind was coming from behind one of them. He pulled it back to rind stone steps leading up to a secret tower. Curious, he followed the steps up as quietly as he could and soon he found Jesabelle sitting on the sill of a stone window a few steps below a door that led to a small balcony of the tower.
He watched her for while behind a corner, the paper bag in his hand. She was wearing a cream colored v-neck shirt underneath a black coat, with dark blue denim jeans and socks. Her hair hung upon her face and an occasional breeze blew it. A look of sadness was etched across her face.
Draco felt his heart break again. He knew she was thinking about her mother. And it was in that moment, while watching her, that Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy, realized something. He was in love with Jesabelle Potter. He had been trying to fight this feeling for so long. And then at that same time, he was scared, not for himself, but for her. His father was still in Azkaban, but Voldemort would get him out. And if he discovered that he had fallen in love with a Potter, he would furious.
"Stop it Draco. You shouldn't be afraid of your father, you are a grown man now, and you can make your own choices."
~For once I agree with you.~
"But father is powerful; he can get to her in ways that even I couldn't figure out."
~But your father isn't here now.~
"But,"
~No buts mister, you love her, and you know she feels for you as well. Now go for it. It is better to have loved and lost than to never have love at all.~
"Alfred Lord Tenneson said that."
~Yeah he did, and he's right.~
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Jesabelle stared out into the snow covered grounds. It was so peaceful up there. She loved it. The atmosphere helped her think. She missed her mother a lot, especially now, on Christmas. But that wasn't the only reason why she was up there. She was trouble about something else.
"Bloody hell."
~What is it this time my dear?~
"Do you think that I am love with Draco?"
~It is very possible, and it think you are.~
"But I'm scared."
~Everyone is when they reach this level in life.~
"But if he doesn't think feel the same way."
~I don't know if you've noticed, but have you seen the way he's looked at you lately?~
"I have."
~Then I think you should take the chance. Trust me, I think this one is worth putting your heart on the line.~
"I've trusted you before. You have never led me astray."
~Nope, I haven't. When it came to the thing with Blake, you shut me out so, nope, I haven't lead you astray.~
"Yeah. Thanks."
~No problem.~
"I wish my mother was here."
~So do I.~
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Draco continued to watch her, while still fighting his internal battle. Suddenly, he saw tears run down Jesabelle's face. He couldn't take it anymore. He felt his heart break again. He just wanted to run up to her and hold her in his arms, whispering sweet nothings into her ear and kissing away the tears. He inhaled deeply and walked to her.
"You know, it isn't a good thing for one to spend Christmas by themselves." Draco said softly, so she could hear, walking up the steps and standing in front of the sill.
"Draco." Jesabelle said, trying to wipe away her tears.
"Listen, I know this isn't much, but I got something for you." Draco said, handing her the red and green striped paper bag.
Jesabelle turned so she was in a sitting position and said, "Oh Draco, you didn't have to."
"It doesn't matter, I wanted to get you something special." He said.
Jesabelle smiled and opened the paper bag to find freshly baked gingerbread cookies, still warm, despite the cold weather. Jesabelle looked up at Draco, tears in her eyes, setting the bag aside.
"Thank you." She whispered.
"Listen," Draco said, "I know I can't really replace your mother for Christmas. Come to think of it, I don't think I want to try."
Jesabelle laughed.
"But I want to give you the best Christmas I can give." Draco said.
"Why?" Jesabelle asked, tears still streaming down her face.
"Because....I love you." Draco whispered lifting her chin up.
Jesabelle stared at him. He loved her. He loved her. It was all she thinking of.
Draco looked deep into her eyes. Just looking at them made his heart warm up. He leaned forward and placed his lips on hers.
Jesabelle couldn't concentrate. All she could focus on was Draco's warm lips against her, his tongue coaxing her to let him enter. She willing opened his mouth to him, allowing him to deepen the kiss.
Draco couldn't believe it, she was letting him in. He pulled her closer to him, her warmth grazing his body.
His warmth, his kiss, his smell, everything about him was intoxicating her and they continued to search each others' mouths.
She pulled away from him, breaking the kiss. She could tell he was disappointed.
"I love you too." She whispered, before pulling him back to her.
They stayed that may for what seemed to be like hours, but it was merely minutes, sharing a moment they knew they would never forget.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Harry and his friends won't like this." Draco said.
They were sitting in front of the fire, Jesabelle sitting comfortably between his legs, wrapped in a blanket, the gingerbread cookies and goblets of milk on their left side.
"I know, but it's worth taking the risk, right?" Jesabelle said, quietly.
"Of course. I'd risk anything for you." Draco said, kissing her forehead.
"I know, and I would do the same for you." Jesabelle replied, leaning against him.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco watched Jesabelle, who had fallen asleep in his arms yet again. He just wanted to hold her like this forever, with no care in the world about what others thought about them. It was at this time that he made a promise. He promised himself that he would always love Jesabelle, and he would always protect her, no matter what. HE would always hold her forever, and make sure that she was always happy. He promised himself that, if the time came, he would risk his life, just for her.
He loved her, and he would do anything, and everything, if it made her the happiest woman in the world.
There you go! Sorry I have taken so long! Stay tuned for Chapter 16!
Please read and review! Thanks! ^_^
