Christmas morning, Harry woke up tired, but more at ease with himself
after telling Hermione the truth. Then he realized he was in his bed.
Ron was sitting on his own, reading a new book about Quiddich that he'd
gotten for Christmas.
"About time you woke up. Lupin found you asleep on the couch and brought you up here. You have presents, they're downstairs." Ron told him, munching on a chocolate frog.
"Where's Malfoy?"
"Who knows, haven't seen him all morning. Probably lurking somewhere feeling sorry for himself cause he didn't get any presents. Bet he's used to getting loads from his parents. This book is great, it has all the greatest moves from the Quiddich World Cups in the past age. We could really use this when we get back to Hogwarts." Ron continued on, but Harry had wandered downstairs.
"Oh, Harry! You're up! Good! These arrived for you this morning." Mrs. Weasley exclaimed. On the kitchen table were five boxes and a parcel. One he recognized immediatly to be a sweater that Mrs. Weasley had knitted for him. Like every year. He opened up a large one wrapped in blue paper. It was a large orb, that reminded Harry of the ones that they used in their Divination class.
"That one's from Moody, he says you'll be able to see the truth in people through it when you ask it. It's called a Vera-Orb." Lupin explained. Harry looked around, wanting to thank Mad-eye, but he was no where in site.
"Oh he's gone out. He's on a task from Dumbledore." Mrs. Weasley stated, putting a pie in the oven. Harry pulled a card off another large box, this one wrapped in green paper. It read:
You seem like you could use one.
Harry opened the package. Inside it was a Pensieve. He knew at once that it was from Dumbledore. He smiled. He couldn't wait to thank him. He was in need of this more than anything. He set it aside and opened a smaller box, inside it was candy. It was labeled from Fred and George. These must be some of their latest pranks, he thought to himself and set them aside. Ron had given him a copy of the same book he had. He opened up a small parcel wrapped in dragon skin. It was a picture frame containing a picture of his parents with Sirius.
"We found that amongst his belongings. He would've wanted you to have it Harry." Mrs. Weasley said soothingly, patting down his hair. He wanted to cry, but he held it in. They seemed so happy in the picture. The three of them were smiling and waving at him. Then Sirius pulled James close in a rough hug. Lily laughed at them.
"Thank you. I love it." he smiled. Hermione came into the room.
"I thought I heard your voice! Merry Christmas!" she handed him a small black velvet bag. Inside it, was a necklace made of different types of black stones that looked similar to pieces of shell.
"It's from the black beaches in Hawaii. The stones are created when lava flows directly into the ocean. The lava cools rapidly when it hits the cool water turning into glass. I got it when my family and I went at the beginning of the summer." she explained.
"Thank you, 'Mione. It's beautiful." he replied and hugged her.
"Where's Malfoy?" she asked him.
"I don't know. I was wondering the same thing. You don't think he left do you?"
"No, he can't leave. I saw him awhile ago, talking to Kreacher. I finally found him this morning, lurking around the attic. Dumbledore wanted to offer him a job with Dobby and Winky, but he doesn't want it. He hates Dumbledore because he likes muggles. I was trying to convince him he'd get pay and time off, but he had the same reaction as Winky. I wish they'd just understand."
"Give it up, Hermione. It wouldn't be a good idea anyway, he helped Voldemort."
"I know, but Dobby would've looked out for him. I'm going to find Malfoy, lunch is almost ready." Harry followed her upstairs. They checked the bedrooms, but he's wasn't in any of them.
"Maybe he went up to the attic?" Harry suggested. Hermione nodded and jumped up to grab the rope that pulled down the ladder to the attic. Harry followed after her. Malfoy was looking out the attic window holding a picture.
"Lunch is almost ready." Hermione said timidly.
"I don't care, go away." Malfoy muttered, not looking in her direction.
"Harry, go." she said quietly.
"Why do I have to leave?"
"Please, just go. We'll be down in a minute." she pushed him slightly back towards the ladder. He crawled down, but remained at the foot of the steps to listen. Hermione crossed over to Malfoy.
"I know you don't want to be here, but you could at least make the effort to show you're not all bad."
"What do you care, mudblood." he snapped. Harry couldn't hear anymore, so he climbed a couple more steps and peered into the attic. Hermione was sitting in Malfoy's lap, kissing him passionatly. They stopped kissing and looked at each other.
"You know I'm with Pansy." he stated.
"I don't care, Draco. You're only with her for your reputation. I mean you can't honestly tell me you like that pug-faced brat." she laughed. Malfoy pushed her off him.
"Shut up, Granger. Get over it, I don't want to be with you." he sneered. She picked up the picture he'd been holding. It'd fallen when he pushed her off. It was a picture of his parents he'd found while rummaging through the boxes in the attic.
"You're not like them. Stop trying to be. They hate you now. You're not all that different from Sirius when it comes down to it, you should give Harry a break. You don't have to like each other, but just get along for The Order's sake. You're not proving yourself very well. No one trusts you, and you're making this worse on yourself than you have to. I don't feel sorry for you at all. You can stay up here and mope the rest of the holiday, or you can make the effort to get along with everyone. Instead of being a thorn in people's sides, you might actually be useful." she lectured. He stood up. He reached out to hit her, but stopped himself.
"You're so infuriating! You think you know EVERYTHING. You don't! You don't know my family. You don't know what you're up against. Maybe I am regretting my decision to help your little clubhouse. Suddenly, Avada Kedavra isn't seeming so bad. There is no curse worse than you, Granger!" he yelled at her. He lunged toward her but instead of hitting her, he pulled her close and kissed her feverishly. He pushed her into the wall, biting down her neck.
"Ow, Draco. Stop!" she tried to push him off but couldn't. She wrapped her legs around him.
"Get off of her!" Harry yelled from the staircase. He had his wand pointed at Malfoy.
"Get out!" they both yelled at him. He rolled his eyes at them and went back down the attic stairs. Ron was coming out of their bedroom.
"What's going on?" he asked.
"Hermione's trying to convince Malfoy to come down to lunch... but he's decided he wanted something else for lunch. Let's go."
"You're just going to leave them up there, Harry?"
"What else can we do?"
"Bloody go and get her. That's what I'm doing." Ron replied and rushed up the steps. Harry followed. Malfoy was laying on top of Hermione on the floor, between her legs. Their fingers entertwined, and still fully dressed. Ron went over to Malfoy and tried to hit him. Malfoy pulled out his wand. Harry raised his again.
"Get off her!" Ron yelled.
"Oh please, Weasley. You're just jealous. We all know you've fancied her since first year. She doesn't want you. Thought you would've picked up on the signals by now." Malfoy retaliated as he stood up.
"You could have any girl you want. Why do you have to go after our Hermione?"
"Because you want her." he smirked. Hermione hit him.
"Ow! What?!" Malfoy turned his anger towards her.
"You're going after me, because you can't resist me. You want the one person you can't have." she replied.
"I can't have? Excuse me? I've had you. You're nothing to me. You're no different than any of the others." he snarled. Hermione slapped him hard across the fast.
"You're the worst liar. You're in love with her, but you won't accept it because it'll hurt your pride and go against everything you were raised to believe about muggle-born." Harry commented.
"You call her mudblood all the time to try and convince yourself otherwise, when in fact you aren't even worth the dirt she walks on, and I think you know that." he continued.
"Harry, stop." Hermione pleaded.
"No, Potter. I think it's the otherway around. You keep trying to convince yourself that you care about her as just a friend. The both of you are pathetic." Malfoy moved in closer, his wand in hand. They heard Mrs. Weasley calling from downstairs. Lunch was ready.
"We're not finished with this." he pushed past Harry and Ron, and proceeded down the stairs.
"About time you woke up. Lupin found you asleep on the couch and brought you up here. You have presents, they're downstairs." Ron told him, munching on a chocolate frog.
"Where's Malfoy?"
"Who knows, haven't seen him all morning. Probably lurking somewhere feeling sorry for himself cause he didn't get any presents. Bet he's used to getting loads from his parents. This book is great, it has all the greatest moves from the Quiddich World Cups in the past age. We could really use this when we get back to Hogwarts." Ron continued on, but Harry had wandered downstairs.
"Oh, Harry! You're up! Good! These arrived for you this morning." Mrs. Weasley exclaimed. On the kitchen table were five boxes and a parcel. One he recognized immediatly to be a sweater that Mrs. Weasley had knitted for him. Like every year. He opened up a large one wrapped in blue paper. It was a large orb, that reminded Harry of the ones that they used in their Divination class.
"That one's from Moody, he says you'll be able to see the truth in people through it when you ask it. It's called a Vera-Orb." Lupin explained. Harry looked around, wanting to thank Mad-eye, but he was no where in site.
"Oh he's gone out. He's on a task from Dumbledore." Mrs. Weasley stated, putting a pie in the oven. Harry pulled a card off another large box, this one wrapped in green paper. It read:
You seem like you could use one.
Harry opened the package. Inside it was a Pensieve. He knew at once that it was from Dumbledore. He smiled. He couldn't wait to thank him. He was in need of this more than anything. He set it aside and opened a smaller box, inside it was candy. It was labeled from Fred and George. These must be some of their latest pranks, he thought to himself and set them aside. Ron had given him a copy of the same book he had. He opened up a small parcel wrapped in dragon skin. It was a picture frame containing a picture of his parents with Sirius.
"We found that amongst his belongings. He would've wanted you to have it Harry." Mrs. Weasley said soothingly, patting down his hair. He wanted to cry, but he held it in. They seemed so happy in the picture. The three of them were smiling and waving at him. Then Sirius pulled James close in a rough hug. Lily laughed at them.
"Thank you. I love it." he smiled. Hermione came into the room.
"I thought I heard your voice! Merry Christmas!" she handed him a small black velvet bag. Inside it, was a necklace made of different types of black stones that looked similar to pieces of shell.
"It's from the black beaches in Hawaii. The stones are created when lava flows directly into the ocean. The lava cools rapidly when it hits the cool water turning into glass. I got it when my family and I went at the beginning of the summer." she explained.
"Thank you, 'Mione. It's beautiful." he replied and hugged her.
"Where's Malfoy?" she asked him.
"I don't know. I was wondering the same thing. You don't think he left do you?"
"No, he can't leave. I saw him awhile ago, talking to Kreacher. I finally found him this morning, lurking around the attic. Dumbledore wanted to offer him a job with Dobby and Winky, but he doesn't want it. He hates Dumbledore because he likes muggles. I was trying to convince him he'd get pay and time off, but he had the same reaction as Winky. I wish they'd just understand."
"Give it up, Hermione. It wouldn't be a good idea anyway, he helped Voldemort."
"I know, but Dobby would've looked out for him. I'm going to find Malfoy, lunch is almost ready." Harry followed her upstairs. They checked the bedrooms, but he's wasn't in any of them.
"Maybe he went up to the attic?" Harry suggested. Hermione nodded and jumped up to grab the rope that pulled down the ladder to the attic. Harry followed after her. Malfoy was looking out the attic window holding a picture.
"Lunch is almost ready." Hermione said timidly.
"I don't care, go away." Malfoy muttered, not looking in her direction.
"Harry, go." she said quietly.
"Why do I have to leave?"
"Please, just go. We'll be down in a minute." she pushed him slightly back towards the ladder. He crawled down, but remained at the foot of the steps to listen. Hermione crossed over to Malfoy.
"I know you don't want to be here, but you could at least make the effort to show you're not all bad."
"What do you care, mudblood." he snapped. Harry couldn't hear anymore, so he climbed a couple more steps and peered into the attic. Hermione was sitting in Malfoy's lap, kissing him passionatly. They stopped kissing and looked at each other.
"You know I'm with Pansy." he stated.
"I don't care, Draco. You're only with her for your reputation. I mean you can't honestly tell me you like that pug-faced brat." she laughed. Malfoy pushed her off him.
"Shut up, Granger. Get over it, I don't want to be with you." he sneered. She picked up the picture he'd been holding. It'd fallen when he pushed her off. It was a picture of his parents he'd found while rummaging through the boxes in the attic.
"You're not like them. Stop trying to be. They hate you now. You're not all that different from Sirius when it comes down to it, you should give Harry a break. You don't have to like each other, but just get along for The Order's sake. You're not proving yourself very well. No one trusts you, and you're making this worse on yourself than you have to. I don't feel sorry for you at all. You can stay up here and mope the rest of the holiday, or you can make the effort to get along with everyone. Instead of being a thorn in people's sides, you might actually be useful." she lectured. He stood up. He reached out to hit her, but stopped himself.
"You're so infuriating! You think you know EVERYTHING. You don't! You don't know my family. You don't know what you're up against. Maybe I am regretting my decision to help your little clubhouse. Suddenly, Avada Kedavra isn't seeming so bad. There is no curse worse than you, Granger!" he yelled at her. He lunged toward her but instead of hitting her, he pulled her close and kissed her feverishly. He pushed her into the wall, biting down her neck.
"Ow, Draco. Stop!" she tried to push him off but couldn't. She wrapped her legs around him.
"Get off of her!" Harry yelled from the staircase. He had his wand pointed at Malfoy.
"Get out!" they both yelled at him. He rolled his eyes at them and went back down the attic stairs. Ron was coming out of their bedroom.
"What's going on?" he asked.
"Hermione's trying to convince Malfoy to come down to lunch... but he's decided he wanted something else for lunch. Let's go."
"You're just going to leave them up there, Harry?"
"What else can we do?"
"Bloody go and get her. That's what I'm doing." Ron replied and rushed up the steps. Harry followed. Malfoy was laying on top of Hermione on the floor, between her legs. Their fingers entertwined, and still fully dressed. Ron went over to Malfoy and tried to hit him. Malfoy pulled out his wand. Harry raised his again.
"Get off her!" Ron yelled.
"Oh please, Weasley. You're just jealous. We all know you've fancied her since first year. She doesn't want you. Thought you would've picked up on the signals by now." Malfoy retaliated as he stood up.
"You could have any girl you want. Why do you have to go after our Hermione?"
"Because you want her." he smirked. Hermione hit him.
"Ow! What?!" Malfoy turned his anger towards her.
"You're going after me, because you can't resist me. You want the one person you can't have." she replied.
"I can't have? Excuse me? I've had you. You're nothing to me. You're no different than any of the others." he snarled. Hermione slapped him hard across the fast.
"You're the worst liar. You're in love with her, but you won't accept it because it'll hurt your pride and go against everything you were raised to believe about muggle-born." Harry commented.
"You call her mudblood all the time to try and convince yourself otherwise, when in fact you aren't even worth the dirt she walks on, and I think you know that." he continued.
"Harry, stop." Hermione pleaded.
"No, Potter. I think it's the otherway around. You keep trying to convince yourself that you care about her as just a friend. The both of you are pathetic." Malfoy moved in closer, his wand in hand. They heard Mrs. Weasley calling from downstairs. Lunch was ready.
"We're not finished with this." he pushed past Harry and Ron, and proceeded down the stairs.