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Chapter 7: Confessions of the Youngest
Waking up the following morning at a quarter past six after Quidditch practice, Draco stretched silently and rolled over on his stomach. Draco groaned in frustration at the coming night. Christmas dinner. He got up dutifully and pulled on some robes. Taking a step back to look at the end of his bed, Draco almost fell over in pain. The duel a few days ago.
Draco sucked it up and grabbed his shrunken present for his mother. He walked toward his door and walked out it to see the common room empty. The Floo Network was unlocked to his house today so that would be easiest to take. He took floo powder in his hand before he realized he had forgotten something.
Rushing to his room, Draco grabbed the letter he had written earlier along with a present and went into the bathroom and into Granger's house. He saw a relatively big pile of presents in front of her bed. He put his letter along with a rose he summoned on her bedside table and put her present on top of her pile. Taking one look at her sleeping form Draco had an urge to touch her face and run his fingers through her silky brown hair.
Shaking his head at the stupid urge, Draco went through her door into the living room to throw powder into the living room fire stating clearly, "Malfoy Manner."
Draco wiped himself off and saw a house elf rush toward his side, "Where is mother?" He asked as the house elf hurriedly brushed the marble floors. The house elf kneeled before him saying, "In the tea room with Masters Lestranges."
Draco nodded to the house elf in approval and went up his stairs. Passing portraits and landscapes, Draco felt a cold feeling sweep through him. He turned right and felt his footsteps echo through his large house on the now wooden floors. He passed maybe fifteen doors before he turned another corridor. Walking past more portraits of his ancestors, Draco made sure to keep quiet and a sneer on his face. Draco turned left and passed seven doors before he reached the door he was looking for.
Draco entered to see his mother with a teacup in one hand sitting on his familiar antique sofa. Draco walked through the large room to the other end where his mother was sitting with his aunt and uncle.
"Hello mother." He said as she put her teacup down to give her son a halfhearted hug. Her face softened and she kissed Draco on the cheek making sure not leave lipstick on his cheek.
"Draco darling. You are earlier than I expected. Good. You can have tea with your aunt and uncle before you change for dinner tonight."
"Yes. I thought I'd open presents and have breakfast then get ready by noon. Hello Rodolphus. Bella." He said politely while shaking the hand of his uncle and taking his aunt in a hug.
"Draco! You look fabulous. We got your presents in owl post this morning. I must say I loved the sword. You know how I am about 14th century weapons." Bellatrix said sitting back down and touching her now grown out hair. Escaped for three years now the Deatheaters that had not been caught ad gotten their lives back to what they were, especially the Lestranges after being let off after the Longbottoms got their memory back thanks to a new potion.
"Yes… Draco how has Hogwarts been going. I heard from the Zabinis that a dirty Muggle was made Head Girl. I knew Hogwarts was going to the dogs when Dumbledore became Headmaster, yet, I never anticipated such drastic changes. When your great-great uncle was Headmaster, Purebloods were only Prefects and Heads. Well at least the Slytherin house remains pure." Rodolphus whispered in his quiet, deep voice.
"You should have sent him to Durmstrang. That's the only decent school in Europe now. There is a decent school for the true arts in the States, however, America's head wizard of the Wizengamot happens to be in Dumbledore's league." Bellatrix put in taking a sip from her tee and straightening out her skirt.
"Durmstrang is just too far away. Bulgaria? Besides that Karkaroff is not my favorite person as you know, my dear sister. Draco only has half a year left before he joins us in the real world, and it is best to be known as Dumbledore's student as well as a Malfoy. All that's left is to choose a bride." Narcissa gave Draco a suggestive glance.
And before Draco could get in a word, Narcissa and Bellatrix started to talk about different women around his age that would make suitable brides to carry on the Malfoy name. Rodolphus and Draco meanwhile sat sipping tea and listening to the conversation absentmindedly. The next time Draco looked at the clock it was nearly ten. He tapped impatiently.
"Draco do not be rude. If you want to go open presents simply excuse yourself. I want you to meet me at noon in the west wing's dining room for lunch. We have lots to discuss. I want you dressed in casual robes as we will be leaving to go somewhere while the designers finish decorating the house for the ball. Now leave." His mother ushered him out of the room smiling.
Draco grinned and apparated to the main family room. Draco took a moment to soak in he high ceiling made to look like the outside sky that was now dropping down snow softly. He looked around the massive room where an Italian rug was set in the middle and three fireplaces burned around different sitting areas. It almost reminded him of the Royal Warlock's hotel lobby. He shook thought out of his head. Every room in this place was as large as this. Generations of Malfoys were always wealthy.
He spotted the thirty foot Christmas tree and gazed at the pile of forty more presents sitting in what he knew to be his end of the tree. He smirked as he walked over to it. He sat down next to his pile like a little kid at Christmas, and in some ways, wasn't he just that?
Draco grabbed the top one and ripped apart the packaging. He looked in and saw a pile of Galleons. He looked at the card. It was from Pansy. He threw it next to him and grabbed the next one. He took it out of the bag it was in and saw it was from Pansy's mother. It was a platinum ring with a snake running through it. He smirked and put it on his right thumb. It looked good.
He took the next package and discarded the packaging lightly. He saw a card and looked at the name on the bottom. Blaise's mother had sent him two Dragon hide gloves for Quidditch. He would have to look up the type of Dragon this was because it was not one he knew off the top of his head.
He moved all the packages to the side carefully and reached into the bottom to see a card from his mother. He took the wrapper off and cocked an eye at the contents: A broom polishing kit? He had dozens of these. He opened it up dully and saw another note: For your new broom. Now look back where you discarded all those other presents.
He smirked and moved the presents to find a broom shaped wrapper. He tore it off to see a broom in blazing black letters saying: Firebolt Midnight. These were the choice broom for the Quidditch World Cup this year and weren't even legally on market until next summer. He shrunk down all his other presents leaving the wrappers he had already discarded making sure to take the cards he threw down so he could memorize who gave him what for the party tonight. He grabbed the shrunken presents and his gifts and ran for his room in the West Wing.
Looking at the grandfather clock on the right it said 'One hour until you have to get to your room and get dressed to go out with your mother'. He deposited his presents in the middle of the room and ran out to his balcony. Looking out at the snow that was still falling, he mounted his broom. With a heavy kick off he was in the air.
The woods were the first place he headed. He gained steady speed as he went deeper into the woods, staying a foot or two above the highest tree top, Reaching speeds he knew for certain that Potter had never reached. The name brought a sour taste in his mouth as he reached the end of his property. His mind drifted to Granger.
He was really starting to feel something beside the hatred he felt for her, and frankly, it scared him a bit. Malfoys were not to be scared. He hated Granger; that was the feeling he was supposed to have. He hated her because she beat him in classes.
The first year of Hogwarts Draco had his cocky attitude that he knew everything about magic because he had been around it all his eleven years. He was young and naïve so he slowly dropped down in his courses. He didn't care. Money could buy him anything! In his second year his father had gotten wind that a Muggleborn child was beating him in every one of his classes beside Potions, and that was only because Professor Snape favored him.
The next year he had increasingly worked a bit harder, yet, he still chose to slack off; his father's beatings decreased. The Mudblood still beat him causing his insults to go harsher, but being apprehensive of his father's words not to get onto the wrong side of Potter until he said, Draco did nothing.
His third year, the Mudblood beat him, and he had found new reason to hate her when she got the nerve to slap him. His fourth year, the Mudblood beat him. His fifth year Draco had gotten Prefect and with the welcoming of the Dark Lord, Draco had to work. He worked his best. He worked his hardest. He passed up Slytherin, he passed up Hufflepuff, and he passed up Ravenclaw. He had passed up and beaten everyone…. Except Hermione Jane Granger. With his father getting thrown in prison, Draco barely scratched Excellent on his O.W.Ls.
His sixth year, he was neck and neck until the last day of his N.E.W.T classes. He had tied with her in all her work, yet, she still won. She had Muggle Studies, and he didn't. She won. He hated her because even when he thought he won, he didn't.
Then, he also hated her because she was best friends with the boy who lived. Who could surpass the boy who lived?
"I'M DRACO MALFOY. I AM A PUREBLOODED WIZARD WITH BLUE BLOOD THAT COURSES THROUGH MY VEINS! MY FATHER IS LUCIUS MALFOY. I MADE PREFECT. I MADE HEAD BOY!!!! DOES ANYONE NOTICE THAT? NO!" Draco screamed his lungs out causing animals to rustle beyond where he was flying.
People noticed how Potter defeated the Dark Lord by pure luck that his parents put some loony enchantment on him. People notice how he got into the Triwizard Tournament. People notice how his Godfather was a mass murderer technically. People didn't notice how Potter broke school rules. People didn't notice how he broke the law. People didn't notice how Potter broke school rules. People didn't notice that Potter didn't deserve to be Head Boy, and that's why he wasn't. People didn't notice that Potter just runs and hides.
"Damn Potter. Damn him and his duel." Draco said flashing back to the Hogsmeade trip shortly. He shook his head and pushed his broom to the limits. The forest ended, and Draco saw a road. Casting an delusionment charm, he realized he never saw this road before. He looked behind the forest and realized he couldn't see his mansion anymore.
Draco estimated he still had half an hour before he had to apparate back to get dressed. He followed the road that broke off into a light trail. He recognized this place. The blood traitor's house. Weasley's broken down house.
Seeing heads of red coming out of the house along with a head of black and brown, Draco knew he didn't belong there. He watched carefully while eight of them went to a shed and took out brooms.
"Come on Hermione. Just once play Quidditch with us." He heard someone say while Hermione said something in a quieter tone he couldn't hear. He flew in closer and hid behind woods that started up again.
He felt anger course through him again as he saw Potter grasp Granger around the waist and put her on his broom. He flew up and she grasped his hands behind her. He smiled and whispered something into her ear. She relaxed and smiled.
"Oi! You two done down there we'd like to play some Christmas Quidditch before I turn Bill or Charlie's age." Ron said with a playing voice holding his wind and waving it to make six hoops appear in a large courtyard like area.
"Are we having Christmas dinner here or are we going back to Hogwarts?" Harry asked hanging onto Hermione with one hand.
"You're not going back to Hogwarts, Potter. Charlie and I haven't seen you in ages." Said one with long hair and an earring.
"So are you and Hermione dating then, Harry?" Fred Weasley asked.
"The way you're hanging on to her I reckon you want to cop a feel." George Weasley added.
"Harry and I are not dating." Hermione said sheepishly with a blush on her cheeks as Harry grinned and got the ground to let her off.
"She's going to the ball on New Year's Eve with someone that is very much not Harry." Ginny Weasley said with a smirk on her face, "It's a bit romantic how Blaise asked her. She's been seeing him for a good few months now. He-" Draco felt his face reddening with anger as Hermione grasped Ginny's mouth to stop her from talking.
"Who's Blaise?" Charlie Weasley, whom he recognized from his fourth year, with a curious glance.
"Zabini. He's Draco Malfoy's other half. He's in Slytherin. Deatheater. How could you see him for months without us knowing?" Harry asked angrily.
"Well if you had cared enough you would have asked where I went after dinner!" She said angrily.
"I used to ask, but then you started to get annoyed and tell me you had Head Girl duties!"
"And you wondered why he came over to the Gryffindor table the other day. He kissed my hand for crying out loud. Harry are you daft?"
"I thought it was a fling or a pleading statement."
"And that's all we have time for tonight kids." Fred Weasley broke in with a nervous laughter.
"Join us tomorrow for another episode of…" George Weasley looked at his brother and together they cried, "Lover's Quarrels!"
They laughed slightly and Potter apologized quietly and whispered something else in her ear causing her to smile and give him a hug. Draco growled silently.
"We're having dinner out in the yard tonight. We invited half of Gryffindor, and mum and dad invited some wizarding folk. It's their thirtieth anniversary slash Christmas party…"
"I'll be there…" Draco whispered as he focused on his room. With a POP! He was gone.
"Did you see that?" Harry whispered to Ron pointing at the woods. Ron walked with Harry while the others played Quidditch.
"I think it was Malfoy, but I don't know what he would be doing at the Burrow." Ron whispered to his friend taking a look at the footprints that were marked in the snow.
"He had the same charm cast on him that I did when leaving the Dursleys' place in fifth year. It was broad daylight though." Harry said taking out his wand. He waved a spell on it that he had learned from Lupin when he was talking about the Marauder's Map.
"Malfoy…" Ron said as the words Draco D. Malfoy appeared, "This means trouble. He knows where I live, and I think he's actually starting to fancy Hermione even if he would never admit it."
"She deserves better than him and Zabini combined. Let him come. We'll duel again. He might have been distracted last time, but fair is fair. We won so now it's 1:1 for each. Without unforgivables he is nothing. Lousy Deatheater."
"It's Christmas, mate. Let's go play some Quidditch." Ron nodded to the pitch where the game had already started. Harry grasped his Firebolt and led the way.
A/N: I'm half way through writing the next chapter. If you want it real bad go back and review all the chapters but I refuse until I get at least five new people review and a minimum review of 15.
Chapter 7: Confessions of the Youngest
Waking up the following morning at a quarter past six after Quidditch practice, Draco stretched silently and rolled over on his stomach. Draco groaned in frustration at the coming night. Christmas dinner. He got up dutifully and pulled on some robes. Taking a step back to look at the end of his bed, Draco almost fell over in pain. The duel a few days ago.
Draco sucked it up and grabbed his shrunken present for his mother. He walked toward his door and walked out it to see the common room empty. The Floo Network was unlocked to his house today so that would be easiest to take. He took floo powder in his hand before he realized he had forgotten something.
Rushing to his room, Draco grabbed the letter he had written earlier along with a present and went into the bathroom and into Granger's house. He saw a relatively big pile of presents in front of her bed. He put his letter along with a rose he summoned on her bedside table and put her present on top of her pile. Taking one look at her sleeping form Draco had an urge to touch her face and run his fingers through her silky brown hair.
Shaking his head at the stupid urge, Draco went through her door into the living room to throw powder into the living room fire stating clearly, "Malfoy Manner."
Draco wiped himself off and saw a house elf rush toward his side, "Where is mother?" He asked as the house elf hurriedly brushed the marble floors. The house elf kneeled before him saying, "In the tea room with Masters Lestranges."
Draco nodded to the house elf in approval and went up his stairs. Passing portraits and landscapes, Draco felt a cold feeling sweep through him. He turned right and felt his footsteps echo through his large house on the now wooden floors. He passed maybe fifteen doors before he turned another corridor. Walking past more portraits of his ancestors, Draco made sure to keep quiet and a sneer on his face. Draco turned left and passed seven doors before he reached the door he was looking for.
Draco entered to see his mother with a teacup in one hand sitting on his familiar antique sofa. Draco walked through the large room to the other end where his mother was sitting with his aunt and uncle.
"Hello mother." He said as she put her teacup down to give her son a halfhearted hug. Her face softened and she kissed Draco on the cheek making sure not leave lipstick on his cheek.
"Draco darling. You are earlier than I expected. Good. You can have tea with your aunt and uncle before you change for dinner tonight."
"Yes. I thought I'd open presents and have breakfast then get ready by noon. Hello Rodolphus. Bella." He said politely while shaking the hand of his uncle and taking his aunt in a hug.
"Draco! You look fabulous. We got your presents in owl post this morning. I must say I loved the sword. You know how I am about 14th century weapons." Bellatrix said sitting back down and touching her now grown out hair. Escaped for three years now the Deatheaters that had not been caught ad gotten their lives back to what they were, especially the Lestranges after being let off after the Longbottoms got their memory back thanks to a new potion.
"Yes… Draco how has Hogwarts been going. I heard from the Zabinis that a dirty Muggle was made Head Girl. I knew Hogwarts was going to the dogs when Dumbledore became Headmaster, yet, I never anticipated such drastic changes. When your great-great uncle was Headmaster, Purebloods were only Prefects and Heads. Well at least the Slytherin house remains pure." Rodolphus whispered in his quiet, deep voice.
"You should have sent him to Durmstrang. That's the only decent school in Europe now. There is a decent school for the true arts in the States, however, America's head wizard of the Wizengamot happens to be in Dumbledore's league." Bellatrix put in taking a sip from her tee and straightening out her skirt.
"Durmstrang is just too far away. Bulgaria? Besides that Karkaroff is not my favorite person as you know, my dear sister. Draco only has half a year left before he joins us in the real world, and it is best to be known as Dumbledore's student as well as a Malfoy. All that's left is to choose a bride." Narcissa gave Draco a suggestive glance.
And before Draco could get in a word, Narcissa and Bellatrix started to talk about different women around his age that would make suitable brides to carry on the Malfoy name. Rodolphus and Draco meanwhile sat sipping tea and listening to the conversation absentmindedly. The next time Draco looked at the clock it was nearly ten. He tapped impatiently.
"Draco do not be rude. If you want to go open presents simply excuse yourself. I want you to meet me at noon in the west wing's dining room for lunch. We have lots to discuss. I want you dressed in casual robes as we will be leaving to go somewhere while the designers finish decorating the house for the ball. Now leave." His mother ushered him out of the room smiling.
Draco grinned and apparated to the main family room. Draco took a moment to soak in he high ceiling made to look like the outside sky that was now dropping down snow softly. He looked around the massive room where an Italian rug was set in the middle and three fireplaces burned around different sitting areas. It almost reminded him of the Royal Warlock's hotel lobby. He shook thought out of his head. Every room in this place was as large as this. Generations of Malfoys were always wealthy.
He spotted the thirty foot Christmas tree and gazed at the pile of forty more presents sitting in what he knew to be his end of the tree. He smirked as he walked over to it. He sat down next to his pile like a little kid at Christmas, and in some ways, wasn't he just that?
Draco grabbed the top one and ripped apart the packaging. He looked in and saw a pile of Galleons. He looked at the card. It was from Pansy. He threw it next to him and grabbed the next one. He took it out of the bag it was in and saw it was from Pansy's mother. It was a platinum ring with a snake running through it. He smirked and put it on his right thumb. It looked good.
He took the next package and discarded the packaging lightly. He saw a card and looked at the name on the bottom. Blaise's mother had sent him two Dragon hide gloves for Quidditch. He would have to look up the type of Dragon this was because it was not one he knew off the top of his head.
He moved all the packages to the side carefully and reached into the bottom to see a card from his mother. He took the wrapper off and cocked an eye at the contents: A broom polishing kit? He had dozens of these. He opened it up dully and saw another note: For your new broom. Now look back where you discarded all those other presents.
He smirked and moved the presents to find a broom shaped wrapper. He tore it off to see a broom in blazing black letters saying: Firebolt Midnight. These were the choice broom for the Quidditch World Cup this year and weren't even legally on market until next summer. He shrunk down all his other presents leaving the wrappers he had already discarded making sure to take the cards he threw down so he could memorize who gave him what for the party tonight. He grabbed the shrunken presents and his gifts and ran for his room in the West Wing.
Looking at the grandfather clock on the right it said 'One hour until you have to get to your room and get dressed to go out with your mother'. He deposited his presents in the middle of the room and ran out to his balcony. Looking out at the snow that was still falling, he mounted his broom. With a heavy kick off he was in the air.
The woods were the first place he headed. He gained steady speed as he went deeper into the woods, staying a foot or two above the highest tree top, Reaching speeds he knew for certain that Potter had never reached. The name brought a sour taste in his mouth as he reached the end of his property. His mind drifted to Granger.
He was really starting to feel something beside the hatred he felt for her, and frankly, it scared him a bit. Malfoys were not to be scared. He hated Granger; that was the feeling he was supposed to have. He hated her because she beat him in classes.
The first year of Hogwarts Draco had his cocky attitude that he knew everything about magic because he had been around it all his eleven years. He was young and naïve so he slowly dropped down in his courses. He didn't care. Money could buy him anything! In his second year his father had gotten wind that a Muggleborn child was beating him in every one of his classes beside Potions, and that was only because Professor Snape favored him.
The next year he had increasingly worked a bit harder, yet, he still chose to slack off; his father's beatings decreased. The Mudblood still beat him causing his insults to go harsher, but being apprehensive of his father's words not to get onto the wrong side of Potter until he said, Draco did nothing.
His third year, the Mudblood beat him, and he had found new reason to hate her when she got the nerve to slap him. His fourth year, the Mudblood beat him. His fifth year Draco had gotten Prefect and with the welcoming of the Dark Lord, Draco had to work. He worked his best. He worked his hardest. He passed up Slytherin, he passed up Hufflepuff, and he passed up Ravenclaw. He had passed up and beaten everyone…. Except Hermione Jane Granger. With his father getting thrown in prison, Draco barely scratched Excellent on his O.W.Ls.
His sixth year, he was neck and neck until the last day of his N.E.W.T classes. He had tied with her in all her work, yet, she still won. She had Muggle Studies, and he didn't. She won. He hated her because even when he thought he won, he didn't.
Then, he also hated her because she was best friends with the boy who lived. Who could surpass the boy who lived?
"I'M DRACO MALFOY. I AM A PUREBLOODED WIZARD WITH BLUE BLOOD THAT COURSES THROUGH MY VEINS! MY FATHER IS LUCIUS MALFOY. I MADE PREFECT. I MADE HEAD BOY!!!! DOES ANYONE NOTICE THAT? NO!" Draco screamed his lungs out causing animals to rustle beyond where he was flying.
People noticed how Potter defeated the Dark Lord by pure luck that his parents put some loony enchantment on him. People notice how he got into the Triwizard Tournament. People notice how his Godfather was a mass murderer technically. People didn't notice how Potter broke school rules. People didn't notice how he broke the law. People didn't notice how Potter broke school rules. People didn't notice that Potter didn't deserve to be Head Boy, and that's why he wasn't. People didn't notice that Potter just runs and hides.
"Damn Potter. Damn him and his duel." Draco said flashing back to the Hogsmeade trip shortly. He shook his head and pushed his broom to the limits. The forest ended, and Draco saw a road. Casting an delusionment charm, he realized he never saw this road before. He looked behind the forest and realized he couldn't see his mansion anymore.
Draco estimated he still had half an hour before he had to apparate back to get dressed. He followed the road that broke off into a light trail. He recognized this place. The blood traitor's house. Weasley's broken down house.
Seeing heads of red coming out of the house along with a head of black and brown, Draco knew he didn't belong there. He watched carefully while eight of them went to a shed and took out brooms.
"Come on Hermione. Just once play Quidditch with us." He heard someone say while Hermione said something in a quieter tone he couldn't hear. He flew in closer and hid behind woods that started up again.
He felt anger course through him again as he saw Potter grasp Granger around the waist and put her on his broom. He flew up and she grasped his hands behind her. He smiled and whispered something into her ear. She relaxed and smiled.
"Oi! You two done down there we'd like to play some Christmas Quidditch before I turn Bill or Charlie's age." Ron said with a playing voice holding his wind and waving it to make six hoops appear in a large courtyard like area.
"Are we having Christmas dinner here or are we going back to Hogwarts?" Harry asked hanging onto Hermione with one hand.
"You're not going back to Hogwarts, Potter. Charlie and I haven't seen you in ages." Said one with long hair and an earring.
"So are you and Hermione dating then, Harry?" Fred Weasley asked.
"The way you're hanging on to her I reckon you want to cop a feel." George Weasley added.
"Harry and I are not dating." Hermione said sheepishly with a blush on her cheeks as Harry grinned and got the ground to let her off.
"She's going to the ball on New Year's Eve with someone that is very much not Harry." Ginny Weasley said with a smirk on her face, "It's a bit romantic how Blaise asked her. She's been seeing him for a good few months now. He-" Draco felt his face reddening with anger as Hermione grasped Ginny's mouth to stop her from talking.
"Who's Blaise?" Charlie Weasley, whom he recognized from his fourth year, with a curious glance.
"Zabini. He's Draco Malfoy's other half. He's in Slytherin. Deatheater. How could you see him for months without us knowing?" Harry asked angrily.
"Well if you had cared enough you would have asked where I went after dinner!" She said angrily.
"I used to ask, but then you started to get annoyed and tell me you had Head Girl duties!"
"And you wondered why he came over to the Gryffindor table the other day. He kissed my hand for crying out loud. Harry are you daft?"
"I thought it was a fling or a pleading statement."
"And that's all we have time for tonight kids." Fred Weasley broke in with a nervous laughter.
"Join us tomorrow for another episode of…" George Weasley looked at his brother and together they cried, "Lover's Quarrels!"
They laughed slightly and Potter apologized quietly and whispered something else in her ear causing her to smile and give him a hug. Draco growled silently.
"We're having dinner out in the yard tonight. We invited half of Gryffindor, and mum and dad invited some wizarding folk. It's their thirtieth anniversary slash Christmas party…"
"I'll be there…" Draco whispered as he focused on his room. With a POP! He was gone.
"Did you see that?" Harry whispered to Ron pointing at the woods. Ron walked with Harry while the others played Quidditch.
"I think it was Malfoy, but I don't know what he would be doing at the Burrow." Ron whispered to his friend taking a look at the footprints that were marked in the snow.
"He had the same charm cast on him that I did when leaving the Dursleys' place in fifth year. It was broad daylight though." Harry said taking out his wand. He waved a spell on it that he had learned from Lupin when he was talking about the Marauder's Map.
"Malfoy…" Ron said as the words Draco D. Malfoy appeared, "This means trouble. He knows where I live, and I think he's actually starting to fancy Hermione even if he would never admit it."
"She deserves better than him and Zabini combined. Let him come. We'll duel again. He might have been distracted last time, but fair is fair. We won so now it's 1:1 for each. Without unforgivables he is nothing. Lousy Deatheater."
"It's Christmas, mate. Let's go play some Quidditch." Ron nodded to the pitch where the game had already started. Harry grasped his Firebolt and led the way.
A/N: I'm half way through writing the next chapter. If you want it real bad go back and review all the chapters but I refuse until I get at least five new people review and a minimum review of 15.