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Christmas IV

Raid found that she had actually slept, if only for a few hours. She discovered that the bitter pain of betrayal had been replaced by burning anger.

"Bastard." Raid muttered.

How could he have done that to her? Told her he loved her, been so gentle, so kind, and then tell her he was going to become a mindless killer. More to the point, how could she have been so naïve? Raid gave a short cold laugh. 'You silly, young girl' she thought to herself.

Hearing talking and laughter floating up the corridors from downstairs Raid looked at the clock, it said 9.30am. Obviously she hadn't slept long. She didn't feel tired though, just pissed off, it gave her an adrenaline rush she had never felt. She would show Draco, she decided, she wouldn't let him see how much had hurt her, how much she had cried. Plastering a smile on her tired face, Raid quickly used her magic to make the black rings around her eyes disappear. Today, she had her hair shocking blond in ringlets cascading down her back. Pulling on some jeans and a black vest she walked down to the kitchen carrying a few presents. As she opened the door, the room fell silent, the Weasley children were all sitting round the table with Sirius, Harry, Hermione and Mrs Weasley.

"Hi everyone." Raid said quietly, dropping her eyes to the floor.

Mrs Weasley was the first to move.

"Merry Christmas Eriador. How are you feeling? Do you want some breakfast? You must be starving." She said guiding Raid over to the table.

"Breakfast would be wonderful," Raid said gratefully.

She sat down at the table and tried to avoid everyone's eyes, all of which were staring right at her. She was quite sure that everyone in the house had heard or heard about her antics in the kitchen in the early hours of the morning. She sighed, 'might as well get it over with' she thought.

"I'm sorry about last night guys." She said quietly, not looking up form the table. "I've broken up with Draco if any of you are wondering why I was in a strop."

Ron looked curious, but a sharp dig in the rib from Hermione stopped him from saying anything. Mrs Weasley put a plate piled with bacon, sausages and mushrooms in front of Raid who promptly began to devour them. The chatter around the table began once more and Hermione quietly slipped in to a chair next to Raid.

"So how did the ball go? With the exception of breaking up with Malfoy?" Hermione asked quietly.

Raid gave her a small smile, then looked across at the table. Ron and Harry appeared to be having a stunted conversation about Quidditch, but Raid could see they were waiting to listen to what she had to say.

"I'll tell you later." Raid muttered.

Hermione nodded.

"So what did you have for Christmas?" Raid asked.

Hermione began to reel off a list of books she had got and which books she intended to buy with the money she had received.

Late afternoon, after Hermione had got back from visiting Mr Weasley and a huge Christmas dinner, Raid and Hermione went for a walk. They found a small and deserted children's park nearby and sat on the two swings that weren't damaged. Even though it was only the afternoon there was still a glistening frost covering the grass and the sky was dimming. Raid told Hermione about Malfoy Manor, the dancing, the stares and Mr Malfoy's advice.

"He wants you to be like your mother? And he told you?" Hermione asked, shocked.

"Mmhmm."

"But, surely that's taking a risk, he doesn't know who's side your on!" Hermione said.

"Well, I suppose he thinks I haven't chosen a side yet. We're not exactly at war yet." Raid reasoned. "He seemed very interested in where I was staying though."

"That's interesting yes. I hope doesn't guess you know anything about the Order." Hermione said thoughtfully.

"Yeah, well it's not like I'm likely to see him aging really is it?" Raid muttered. "I mean, I'm not going to be going to Malfoy Manor again. Unless I'm kidnapped or something." She said gloomily.

"What happened between you and Draco then?" Hermione said gently.

Raid was silent for a moment.

"God he's such a wanker." She burst out. "I mean, he couldn't have told me before we.." She stopped, looking guilty and like she had disclosed something she hadn't wanted to. "Umm, damn." She said.

"You slept with him didn't you?" Hermione squeaked.

"Well anything sounds bad when you say it with that attitude." Raid said smirking.

Hermione rolled her eyes, regaining her sense of composure.

"So, what should he have told you before you, you know?" She pressed.

Raid sighed and leant her head against the cold metal chains of the swing, rocking on her heels gently.

"He's getting the Mark on his birthday, beginning of February." She said bitterly.

"Oh." Hermione said. "Oh dear."

The two girls sat in silence for a while, looking at the darkening sky, the horizon was orange tinged with black, dark shapes of clouds were moving sluggishly to cover the sky.

"You know." Raid said. "I expected it all along. I knew he would follow Voldemort. I didn't want to believe it. I thought that maybe, maybe there was some good in him. But there's not. Do you know what he said? He said that he believed in it, the cause, and that if I loved him then I would accept it."

"Do you love him?" Hermione asked.

"I did." Raid said coldly. "I don't know what I feel now."

Hermione reached over a squeezed Raid's dangling hand. Raid smiled at her.

"I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. It's just a guy, I'll get over him." She said unconvincingly.

"Come on, it's getting dark. Lets go back to the house. I think Fred and George have some fireworks." Hermione said gently.

Raid just smiled, but more strongly this time.

"I wonder if there's any spells for turning ex-boyfriends in to ferrets from afar?" She said absentmindedly.

Hermione grinned.

"You know, we should ask Moody. There was this time last year when he turned Malfoy in to a ferret and bounced him round the dungeons. Ask Ron, he loves telling that story." Hermione laughed.

"You know, I think I will." Raid said, also laughing.

"Although," Hermione added. "It wasn't actually Moody, he was locked in a truck."

"Ok, you're so going to have to tell me the whole story." Raid said, looking confused.

Harry decided that he needed to talk to Raid. Their feud had gone on long enough he felt, and now she had finished with Malfoy, he figured that perhaps she wasn't that bad. However, he was finding that actually apologising for how he had acted was fairly difficult. It was the day after Boxing Day when Harry decided that it was time to talk to her. He stood outside of Raid's bedroom door for at least five minutes before working up the courage to knock. There was no answer even though he knew she was in there. There was no mistake, he could hear the thump of the bass from her loud rock music pumping out of some form of stereo in her room. He had no idea what she was doing. He waited another few minutes in the dim corridor with its sleeping pictures before he decided to go in.

It took Raid a good few minutes to realise she was being watched. She was dancing exuberantly round her room listening to angry girl music, any marginally slow or sad and emo songs were swiftly skipped. She had just jumped off her bed playing air guitar wildly when she saw Harry leaning against her door frame with a bemused smirk on his face.

"Oh." She said.

She pushed her loose black hair out of her eyes, turned off her music and turned to Harry.

"Umm, Hi. Can I help you?" She asked warily.

Harry snapped out of his smirk and shut the door.

"I thought that we should have a talk." He said quickly.

"What about?" Raid asked, sitting down on her bed.

"I think it's time we stopped umm, not liking each other." Harry said sheepishly.

"Oh." Raid said, surprised Harry was calling a truce.

"I'm err, sorry about what I said about you. I think I was wrong." He said quietly. "Sirius told me why you broke up with Malfoy."

"Did he now?" Raid said icily.

"He said I needed to know, as I was going to be around him at school." Harry said quickly.

"Hmm." Was Raid's reply.

"Anyway, it umm, proved to me that you weren't on their side. And I think we should be friends." Harry said, staring at the floor.

Raid rolled her eyes, boys and emotion and apologising just didn't mix.

She sighed.

"I've been thinking we should make up for a while." She conceded. "But anyway, I accept your apology."

Harry looked up for the first time, he saw Raid was smiling.

"You hungry?" He asked. "It's past lunchtime, I think you missed it with all your prancing around." He said cheekily.

"Shut up you." Raid said. "But yeah I'm starving."

They crept down the stairs past the snoozing portraits and in to the kitchen. The rest of the household were tackling a particularly vicious jewellery case in the master bedroom so the kitchen was empty. The two teenagers rummaged in drawers and cupboards to make sandwiches. When they had made sufficiently large baguette sandwiches, filled with cheese, leftover turkey from Christmas Dinner, mushrooms and bacon, they settled themselves in the armchairs in the corner of the kitchen.

"So." Harry said. " Do you like Quidditch?"

Raid rolled her eyes and smiled.

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