Part 3
Six days later on Christmas Eve, Draco sat in an armchair in front of the roaring fire in his front room. He was alone, but that was the way he liked it. He wasn't missing his parents, although come midnight, his father's eagle owl would tap on the window with another materialistic attempt to prove they were still a 'family'. He hated getting presents. He hated crowds, especially around the holidays. Nothing anyone could buy him would make him happy. What Draco really wanted was someone who talked to him. Someone who listened to his problems, to what he had to say. Not a psychiatrist, but a person who would listen to what his soul was saying, as another human being. But that he hadn't been able to find.
Awakening Draco from his thoughts was a knock at his door, or rather, portrait. He uncurled himself from the armchair and stumbling to the door, wand in hand, cursing the person who wanted to see him at 11 at night.
He opened the door and saw Cameron standing there. Groaning inwardly he knew even before she walked in that this would cause him more problems than he already carried.
"Hello. Um, do you mind if I come in? I have your Christmas present", said Cameron putting her hands in her robe pockets.
"I told you, I hate getting presents", said Draco standing aside, looking up to the ceiling and rolling his eyes, "but come in anyway", he finished, smiling slightly; only to himself.
"Oh, I think you'll like this one" said Cameron, removing her robe and hanging it up on a hook, "that is, if I'm sure I know you".
"Cameron no one knows me", said Draco closing the door, "like I told you, nothing you buy could possibly make me happy".
"This isn't something I've bought Draco", said Cameron quietly, seating herself on an armchair, "this is something I think you'll appreciate, because I think I know you".
Draco half-heartedly sat down waiting for her to do something.
"I'm going to tell you the truth Draco. About myself. Then if you want, you can tell me about yourself. Because I'd really value another person to talk to. A person, not a shrink".
Draco's mouth fell open slightly, but he regained himself quickly.
"Cameron I've told you before that personal lives can't come into training and-"
"We aren't training Draco" interrupted Cameron, "so shut up and listen".
And for once in his life he did shut up, and he did listen.