Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

Hermione Malfoy couldn't believe it. It was already Christmas Eve, the 'best time of year'. She scowled. Her brother, Draco, who was driving, looked over at her.

"Oh what is it now Hermione?" he wasn't really watching the road and when she screamed because a car was headed strait for them, he started paying a little more attention.

"It's just…this is the time of year my parents died. We had just graduated…the previous June… you know that was only a few years ago." He nodded. She had been heartbroken, and as she had known who her real parents were. They gladly accepted her as part of the family.

"You go get the cocoa for mother and I'll go get the champagne for father." Their mother had run out of cocoa while baking the famous Malfoy chocolate Christmas log…just Hermione's luck. She had been spending the holidays moping and wasn't even dressed. Only in her pajama pants and winter jacket, she forced herself to enter the grocery store.

As she walked through the aisles, her mind was plagued with memories.

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"You're a WHAT!?" Ron screamed over all the voices in the common room, everyone hushed.

"It's not like I WANT to be Ron, it's not like I can fucking change it! Do you really believe that I knew about this all along and was what…BETRAYING you?" Hermione's voice rivaled Ron's and Harry sat silently on the couch, watching his two best friends' attack each other, his eyes were blank.

"I bet you did. I bet the only reason you wanted to be friends with us was because you could report to your father about what Harry was doing and what were his weaknesses." Hermione glanced at Ron, her eyes brimmed with tears. She had gone completely pale.

"Is that what you think?" her voice was low and full of hurt. "I…I…I can't believe you Ron Weasely. I don't understand that's what you…I'll just leave you and Harry alone now, forget you ever met me." And she ran out of the common room, it was the last time she saw either of them.

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Hermione scoffed loudly and received strange looks from the other shoppers. It wasn't like it mattered anymore, back then she had been 17.

"17 and a fucking idiot." she muttered under her breath, again receiving shocked looks from the customers around her. Three years had passed since then. Three terrible years, the three worst years of her life. If it wasn't enough that she had to take her diploma from Dumbledore a few days before graduation, leaving Hogwarts behind forever, that Christmas Eve, her parents died. She still remembered it perfectly…

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"Mum! Dad! Merry Christmas!" Hermione had been studying in Paris at one of the Magical Universities there. She wasn't supposed to come home for Christmas…as she didn't have the money and she wouldn't accept it from her parents. But she had raised it, and this was her Christmas present to them, her arriving for the holidays.

The house seemed to be empty when she walked in. The tree was aglow and there were presents under it, but nobody seemed to be home.

"Hello? Mum? Dad? Is anyone home?" Just then, she heard a malicious cackle from the basement; she knew that cackle and quickly flew down the stairs. "YOU!" she screamed at the figure, it was none other than Voldemort.

"Hello mudblood" he hissed. Hermione had thought that her, Ron and especially Harry had conquered him in May…he had disappeared, but then again, perhaps they had been wrong.

"What do you want Tom?" She had regained her composure. But then he turned the chair beside him around, and there were her parents. Eyes wide, terrified looks on their faces, and they were tied to the chair.

"I want you Hermione, you." He grinned and it sickened her.

"I'm nothing, leave me and my parents alone."

"They're not your parents and you should be with your real parents." He was talking about the Malfoys, the reason Hermione had to run away from her life. "These muggles have to die." And so he took out his wand, and Hermione was glued to her spot. She couldn't move, she could only watch. With one word, he killed her parents, laughed and disappeared. She sank to the ground and cried.

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She sighed as she finally reached the baking aisle.  Reaching up for the cocoa, which was on the top shelf, she realized she couldn't reach it. She glanced around her, nobody was, surprisingly, in the aisle. So she jumped. Her fingers reached the edge of the cocoa but it didn't come down. She jumped again, but this time it fell. She caught it with ease while she was still in the air, but when she landed…

"Oomph!" she had fallen straight on her ass. With red cheeks she went to get up, when she saw an offered hand in front of her face. She took it thankfully and the stranger pulled her up. "Thanks so much…" she said as she looked at the stranger's face.

The brilliant green eyes, the messy raven hair and sure enough, the lighting bolt scar. She gasped, he smiled.

"It was no problem miss, honestly." He didn't recognize her. She was stunned and slightly put out…they had been best friends for seven years.

"You don't recognize me?" He furrowed his brow in concentration then uncertainly asked:

"Hermione?" She stood back and glanced him over.

"Yea it's me."

"Oh my god! I haven't seen you in…years!" he went to hug her, but she pulled away.

"I'm sorry Harry…" and she walked to the checkout, he just watched her leave.

When Draco pulled up outside in his black Acura MDX, she smiled weakly.

"Oh god, WHAT happened?" His tone was annoyed, but she knew he wanted to know. They had become incredibly close, after hating each other for all those years.

"I saw Harry in the store." Draco slammed on the breaks and turned around to go back.

"I am going to give that bastard a piece of my mind. That stupid fucker he deserves to die, he hurt you so badly I just want to fucking kill him…"

"Draco!" Hermione yelled at him, she was getting angry. "Leave him alone. I'm done with him. He didn't even recognize me at first; it's not a problem…lets just go home." And so he obliged and soon they were speeding off towards the Malfoy Mansion.

Hermione turned on the radio, all she could find was Christmas songs. The melody floated through the car

"Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas…"

'A merry little Christmas?' Hermione thought to herself 'Yea fucking right…'

A/N Sorry this too so long…but I was kinda at a 'loss for words' anyways hope you like it…I don't own harry potter or the other characters but I own whatever I made up…:D

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