Chapter Fifteen
Draco had made arrangements to spend Christmas Eve with his parents as well as Hermione but go back to Hogwarts Christmas day to have a romantic night alone.
Draco grabbed his nice pair of shoes and stuffed them into the medium sized duffle bag with the rest of his stuff. He was only going to be there for a night and a day, how much stuff did he need?
He heard a clearing of the throat at his door. Hermione was up in the Gryffindor tower celebrating with all her friends and she had just left so who could it be? He turned and saw Blair Conwell standing in the door way in very tight pants and a white turtle neck. She was holding a card for Draco.
"I heard you were leaving tonight and I am too. I thought we should clear some things up before we go off." Draco bit the inside of his cheek. It looked like Blair had gotten her hair cut short. He never really noticed in classes because he didn't care for her class anymore.
"And?" Draco said rudely.
"Draco, I'm sorry for whatever I did wrong. But until then you were my best friend here and I thought we would get over it like that. I feel like one of these old professors because all I do is correct papers by myself now and I don't go on anymore adventures with you."
"We never went on adventures anyway."
"Well they were adventures to me. But can't you just forgive me."
Draco shook his head in disbelief but then piped up the words, "Yeah, sure."
Blair walked over to him and hugged him. She planted a kiss on his cheek on then pulled away. "I got you a Christmas card." She handed it to him and he grinned at the moving picture of Blair making a snow man next to a decorated Christmas tree.
"Where are you, uh, going to go when you get home?"
"My parents finally said I could come home." She said with a smile.
"That's good."
"Yeah," They stood there in silence. "Well, I should probably go; it's a long way to Australia." Draco nodded and then gave her one extra hug. She walked away and left Draco in silence. He felt bored all of the sudden.
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Hermione's parents pulled into the drive way of her home and she smiled. Her home was so perfect, so typical looking. She missed her home so much; she missed the smell of coffee in the morning when she woke up and walked down stairs to see her parents reading the paper together. She missed the sun beaming through her window and down onto her four poster bed. She missed her cat too; she hadn't taken him this year because it would have been too hard to give him attention. But most of all she missed her parents.
She stepped out of the car as snow flakes fell onto her brown hair and melted, making the lush locks icy. She stepped into her house and set her bags down. She smiled ear to ear and turned her head to look at her mother.
"I love home." She said in a bright voice.
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Draco stepped into his foyer and saw his mother and father sitting in the loveseat together. The only love on that seat was Narcissa's love for that baby. Leya supposedly.
The marbleized house was cold and dark and gray. "Hello, Draco." Lucius said with his cold voice. Draco hated his voice.
"Evening, Lucius." He said grimly. Lucius glowered.
"Don't start with me, Draco. I haven't done anything wrong."
"Oh, sorry, father. I forgot that you owned me."
"Draco, please." Narcissa said. "We're having dinner in an hour."
"I'm not hungry." Draco said.
"You will eat with us anyway." Lucius demanded.
"I will do whatever I please. I am not hungry."
"Draco, sit down." His father demanded. Draco huffed and sat across from the two. He didn't know why his mother was acting so happy. There was hardly anything to be happy about. Christmas hardly ever made her excited, Lucius didn't either.
"What?"
"We have been hearing things about you from a few of my associates. We heard that you have been having romantic affairs with Hermione Granger."
"Bull shit," Draco mumbled looking around the dimly lit foyer.
"What?" Lucius asked.
"Bull shit," He said a little louder.
"Speak up, I can't understand you."
"Bull. Shit. I can't say it any other languages!" Draco yelled.
"Draco, you are getting yourself into a lot of trouble right now."
"Who gives a fuck? Did you hear me that time or do I have to say it louder?"
"Draco, calm down, please." Narcissa pleaded.
"Quiet mother or father will beat the living shit out of you and that baby of yours." He said leaning his head back and staring up at the ceiling.
Lucius got up and stomped over to Draco. He reached out to take Draco's neck in his clutch, but Draco grabbed his arm and twisted it around. "You touch me or my mother and I will kill you." He threatened. Lucius stared coldly at his only son and then let go of Draco.
Draco got up and went to his room angrily. He kicked his wardrobe, leaving a dent in it and then went to his window. He could partially see the snow storm, but he could also see his reflection. He made his hand into a fist and then punched the glass window. The glass was smashed into a billion pieces. Draco grabbed the biggest and sharpest one and shoved it into his pocket. Lucius Malfoy happened to be very afraid of glass.
Draco went to his door and opened it. "Hey Lucius guess what? I hate you and I hope you rot in hell, you bloody bastard." He could hear his father treading heavily up the stairs. He whipped open Draco's door and then grabbed him by the throat. Draco grabbed the piece of glass out of his pocket and flashed it in front of Lucius' face. Lucius broke away.
"As long as you are in this house you will respect me and all my rules!"
"And what if I don't, Lucius. What the hell are you gonna do to me? If you kill me, you'll be sentenced to death in a fucking Muggle prison before Azkaban. If you touch mum, I will for surely kill you. You'd better take a walk and reconsider your motives there, Lucius."
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Morning came fast enough for Hermione. She could smell the coffee and the newspaper mixture and she could hear her parents talking. She got out of bed and ran down stairs to give both mother and father a hug. But instead what she saw was Lucius Malfoy reading the paper, drinking coffee and a tape recorder playing over her parent's conversation.