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All You Wanted Chapter 7: Christmas

Christmas Day came snowy white. Hermione woke up nervous. The night before, she had asked a house elf to put her present along with a letter on Draco's dresser. She sighed and got out of her cozy bed for a shower. Her stack of presents was untouched. Hermione wasn't in the mood right now to open them. They were all going to be something that would gather dust anyway.

The hot water snaked its way down Hermione's body, giving her the strength that she needed to start her day. Her sullen mood slowly washed away as she cleaned herself. Finally smiling, after all, no one could be sad long on Christmas morning.

Wrapping a towel around her body, she walked back into her room. She fought the temptation to crawl back in bed and sleep away the day. She got dressed. Finally sat at the foot of her bed and started opening her presents. After the second one (which was from her mother) Hermione decided that she didn't feel like being alone.

Gathering up her presents she headed to Gryffindor common room to see Harry.

Hermione walked into the Gryffindor Tower with a smile on her face. She missed the chaos that went on nightly. Even with the Weasley twins gone, the tower was lively. Ginny had followed nicely into her older brothers's example.

Seamus was sitting on one of the couches and glared at her.

"Happy Christmas, Seamus," Hermione smiled at the boy.

"What are you doing in here?"

"What do you mean? I'm a Gryffindor. I can be here when ever I like" Hermione said confused.

"Associating with a Slytherin! It's Malfoy at that! Come on, Hermione, wake up. He hasn't changed. Everyone thought that you had wised up. After what Pansy did to you, we figured that you wouldn't want to be around him. It was his fault. I guess Ron was right."

"What?! Seamus, honestly, I haven't really 'associated' with Malfoy. Just because I'm obligated to share the Head dormitories with him doesn't mean anything."

"Sure it doesn't. Just gives you the perfect excuse to shag him when no one is looking."

"SEAMUS!! HOW DARE YOU IMPLY SUCH A THING!!! I AM NOT SLEEPING WITH HIM! I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT YOU WOULD EVEN THINK THAT!! YOU HAVE TO BE THE MOST IDIOTIC HUMAN BEING I'VE EVER MET," Hermione was shaking in rage.

"OH yeah? So you don't associate with him? I saw you two at Hogsmeade together—"

"Really? What were we doing? HMM? Really, just enlighten me I'm curious."

"You two were—"

"Smoking? Right? ...Right? Yeah, that's what I thought. We weren't kissing. Hell, I wouldn't even say we said much. He walked off pissed. Right? ...Exactly. There is no reason for you to be angry with me. Obviously, by your logic, if I can have an almost civil conversation with someone who isn't a Gryffindor must mean that I'm shagging them."

Harry was standing on the steps watching the two. Knowing he should stop it before Hermione turned Seamus in to something dreadful, he started down the stairs.

"Happy Christmas," Harry said. The statement sound more like a question than he wanted it to come out as.

Hermione switched her anger at Seamus to happiness at seeing Harry. "Happy Christmas. I came to see you. I wanted company today. No one should be alone for Christmas..." Hermione stopped. She was right no one should be alone for Christmas. Was Draco alone now?

"Sure, come one, we'll just find somewhere else to go. Happy Christmas, Seamus."

"I don't believe you, Harry." Seamus said shaking his head.

"Come on Hermione."

"Well where should we go," asked Hermione as they left.

"There's always your favorite place in the world: the library," Harry said with a smile.

Hermione laughed, "Sounds great."

Draco felt a pain shoot up his arm as he rolled out of bed. He had been cutting again. Trying to tempt fate going deeper with each slice. He had messed up. He had weakened. He talked to her. Worse he had talked to her where anyone could have seen. Surely soon his mother would come and kill the both of them. He couldn't submit Hermione to the wrath of his mother. Hell, his father from his cell in Azkaban could be a threat.

Out of bed he saw that there weren't any presents. He smirked at the thought. Did you really think that you'd get anything? You are a disappointment to everyone. Draco rubbed a hand over his face. I can't take this. He walked over to the dresser where hidden in the top drawer was his comfort, his pain, his agony, his knife.

As Draco opened the drawer he saw something that wasn't there the night before. It was a letter propped up on something that twinkled in the morning light. He picked up the letter and realized that what the object was. A tiny silver box. Slowly he opened the letter.

Draco,

I don't know why you push everything away from you. There is nothing I can do to make you see that I want to save you. I have faith that you are not your father's son. I know that you are a good person. I hope that you take my present. I don't want to push you to anything. Just know that I am here for you if you ever need me.

Love,

Hermione

Love Hermione, his mind echoed over and over. Draco crumpled the letter in his hand. He couldn't put the girl in to danger. He stretched it out again to read it again. There was something in the letter he didn't quite see the first time. She wanted to save him. How could she save him from his family? How could she save him from himself? Could he do it? He looked at the box. He recognized it. It was the box of Psyche. Right? Wasn't that expensive? He needed a shower to think things over. He put the letter back on to the dresser.

After the shower, when he was dressed, he picked up the Box of Psyche. Draco headed down the common room to wait for Hermione. He had to talk to her. Really talk to her. She would come see him when she saw what he had given her.

Hermione sighed as reached for the last present. A plain box that wasn't wrapped, it was just a plain brown box. Nothing to say who it was from. She opened it with a little hesitation. Inside was a thin silver necklace with what looked like a set of wings one it. She looked at Harry puzzled.

"Who is it from," She asked aloud not really expecting an answer.

"Well, everyone is covered, the only one I can think of is Malfoy."

"Why would he send me this? Or anything?"

"Because there is something there."

"Harry, you're crazy."

Harry laughed, "I may be crazy. But I think that there has to be something. He went after you when you left the Three Broomsticks."

"But that doesn't mean he got me a present."

"No, but it doesn't mean he didn't get you a present either. Quit trying to talk yourself out of it. Go see him." Harry gave Hermione a hug.

"Why are you trying to put Draco and I together?"

"When did you start smoking?"

"Don't avoid the question."

"I'm not going to answer it," Harry's eyes almost twinkled.

"Fine, I'll go. Happy Christmas, Harry," Hermione gathered her things to leave.

"Wait. You're forgetting something." Harry took the necklace from her and motioned for her to turn. He clasped the chain around her neck, and a white light glowed from the chain. "Interesting."

"What are you talking about?"

"At the very least, Hermione, go see what spell he put on your necklace."

A/N: I know it's another cliff hanger. I'm so sorry. But I need to think about how the next chapter is going to play out exactly. Hopefully it'll be up by tomorrow night. Otherwise I may have to wait until Monday. I have a paper to write for my English class and that unfortunatly has to come first. Then Sunday my boyfriend's father has a wedding that I'm attending. Weddings usually are an all day affair and take all the stuffing right out of you. This one will be particularly stressful. I get to meet all his family. Yay. Sorry for the boring thing about my life...I'll update as soon as I can.