A/N: Some of the stuff in here is from the book and movie, but it is not the exact words. So don't give me a review saying that I did a certain part wrong. I know that. I just don't want to write all that when most of you should already know what happens or what was said. Anyway, enough of my blabbing. On with the story…
Chapter One
Draco Malfoy lay awake in his warm, comfortable four-poster bed while the cold snow gently fell outside. It was well past midnight but he couldn't get to sleep. He has been going out with Hermione Granger since their first year at Hogwarts and tomorrow, which was Christmas Day, is going to be their fifth year anniversary. He was so nervous. He asked his dad for money so he could go out and buy some new school supplies, but instead he bought Hermione a beautiful ring. He didn't know if she would like it or not. He liked her so much, but he didn't know if giving her the ring would show it. He was just going to have to wait and see. If his dad ever found out he was going out with a, in his father's words, a mudblood, then he would be dead. Or worse, Hermione would be in danger or killed.
He shook the vision out of his cold, dark mind, rolled over and slipped his warm hand under his cold, white pillow and pulled out a tiny moving picture. It was a picture of Hermione and him on Christmas Day last year. She was wearing a soft, pink scarf that he gave her that day for Christmas. She loved it. She even wore it every day that winter.
Come to think of it, Draco thought. She has been wearing it every day this winter too.
It made him feel so good that she loved the gifts he gave her. In the tiny picture, they had their little arms around each other and there was a big, beautiful smile spread across Hermione chilled, white face that made him smile, and his warm heart jump.
Draco loved her so much that he would do anything to protect her. That is why they told each other that they wont tell anyone or let anyone find out that they are together. Hermione told him that she wants him to act like he always did before they went out, which was to be mean to her, Ron, and Harry. She even aloud him to call her mudblood in front of everyone, which later, in private, he would apologies for it. She understood. She does the same back to him by simply telling him off and defending her friends. They cant show any signs of them being friends or defiantly going out. If the information gets into the wrong hands, Draco's dad will know a second later. Hermione knows what will happen if anyone finds out. It makes him feel good that she knows.
Draco lay there looking at her big, beautiful smile while her loose, bouncy hair moved with the dry, chilled wind. It was almost three in the morning and he still couldn't sleep. He slipped the small picture back under his white pillow and shifted his skinny body to get comfortable again. He let out a huge sigh that he seemed to be holding in for the past couple of days. Looking at her beautiful, big smile in the tiny moving picture and how much she loved the last gift he gave her made him feel a lot less nervous. He was even starting to feel tired, so he rolled over in his warm bed and closed his tired eyes.
I have a feeling now that tomorrow, Hermione is going to love the ring. He thought. Moments later, he was in a deep dream.
Draco's Dream…
Draco woke up to the crisp, mouth-watering smell of bacon and eggs. His mother was in the kitchen cooking him his very last breakfast he will have from her for a year because he was going off to Hogwarts for the very first time today. He couldn't wait to meet all the people he will make friends with in the Slytherin House. Of course, he wasn't picked for the house yet but he knew he would get in, along with his two best friends, Crabbe and Goyle. He knew those two since they were little babies, and their parents knowing each other from being Death Eaters and all. He was so excited.
Draco jumped out of his warm bed and charged down the carpet-covered stairs and into the warm kitchen.
"Good morning mom!" Draco said as he plopped down in one of the cushioned chairs at the clean wooden kitchen table. She walked over to where Draco was sitting and placed a large plate full of steamy bacon and sizzling eggs right in front of him. His eyes got big and his little tongue licked his tiny, pink lips.
"Would you like pumpkin juice or orange juice to drink?" Draco's mother asked him while he tried to stuff the steaming food into his little mouth all at once.
"Pumpkin please." he said with a full mouth. "Thank you." She placed the full cup of fresh pumpkin juice in front of Draco and went back over to the kitchen sink and started to do the very large pile of dirty dishes.
"Are you excited about Hogwarts baby?" his mother asked over her shoulder as she waited for the water to get a little hotter.
"Am I ever!" Draco said. He grabbed his cold cup of pumpkin juice and quickly gulped it down. Then went back for more of his delicious breakfast.
"Do you have everything you need sweetie, or do you want me to help you get ready?" She plugged the sink and squeezed some dish soap into the warm water and let it fill up. Then she filled Draco's cup to the top again with the cold pumpkin juice.
"No, are you crazy?" Draco said while giving his mom an, I'm-not-a-baby-anymore, kind of look.
"Ok, suit yourself." She said with a disappointed look on her face as she went back to cleaning the filthy dishes. "But if you do need help, I will be glad to help you. Just ask."
"Ok." Draco said with an attitude and an annoyed look on his pale face. He gulped down the rest of his pumpkin juice and grabbed his plate. He jumped up and took his dirty dishes to his mother and ran towards the stairs. "Thanks for the breakfast mum." He said as he ran up the stairs to his little room.
When he got into his room, he started to throw everything his mum just bought him into his new trunk. He then threw on his new plain black robe and threw the rest of his stuff into his trunk. He ran towards his door and grabbed his books on the way out.
"I'm ready to go now!" Draco yelled as he dragged his big, heavy trunk down the stairs.
"Ok, whoa, let me help you with that." Said Draco's dad as he ran towards his skinny little son and helped him carry his large trunk to the car. "It's a little early to be leaving don't you think?"
"No, I want to get there early so I have plenty of time to find a good seat on the train."
"Oh, that's a good idea. I did the same thing because I didn't want to be the one looking like an idiot trying to find a place to sit the last minute." His dad said as he lifted the trunk into the back of their black car. "So, are you excited?"
"Of course I am father. Why wouldn't I be?" Draco said with a big smile spread across his pale face. He followed his dad out the door while trying to look cool and struggling to carry all his school books in one hand. He opened the back door and threw all his schoolbooks onto the black leather seat. He then jumped into the front seat and buckled himself in.
"Do you want your mother to come too?" His father asked him as he poked his big blond head into the open window of the driver seat.
"Yeah! Is she coming?" Draco said as he shifted his little body in the big seat.
"Then sit in the back seat so she can sit up front." His dad then pulled his head out of the car window and marched back into the house to let his mother know that they were already ready to go.
"Urgg." Moaned Draco as he threw the seat belt off and swung the heavy car door open. He the stumbled out and slammed the door closed, got into the back seat and sat there with his little arms crossed and a pout on his face.
Moments late, his father and mum came walking out with big smiles on their faces. They crawled into the car and put their seatbelts on.
"Put your seat belt on dear." Said Draco's mother as she fixed his messy blond hair. "Your hair is a mess."
"I don't like it combed like this mum." Draco complained as she gelled it and gently combed it to the side.
"You have to look nice for your first dinner."
"But Crabbe and Goyle will laugh at me." He whined as he put his seat belt on and got comfortable.
"I don't think they will laugh at you sweetie." His mother tried to sound comforting.
"Are you nervous?" His dad asked as he started the engine and sped out of the long drive way and down the road.
"No." Draco said while trying to get his mum to stop combing his bright blond hair. "I am more excited."
"Good. I felt the same way on my first day at Hogwarts." His dad said while turning onto the main road. "Just don't go near those Gryffindors. They have a lot of mudbloods and I don't want you to have anything to do with them. Ok?"
"Yes father." Draco said. His mother finally got his hair combed back the way she wants it and now his little blond head hurts.
They finally pulled into the train station's parking lot and pulled into the closest parking spot. Draco jumped out even before his dad put the car in park. He grabbed his big, heavy pile of books and dragged then out of the back seat. He put his books down next to the trunk and was about to get his suitcase trunk out of the back of the car when his dad came around and got it out for him.
"Dad!" Draco complained as he picked up his pile of books and threw them under one arm. "I can carry it myself."
"And the pile of books you have in your hands?" His dad grabbed the trunk anyway and closed and locked the car doors. "Ok, lets get going."
Draco's mom was practically dragging them into the train station and Draco felt so babied. He was just glad that this might only happen once a year. Or maybe until he gets older and they stop helping him do everything that he is perfectly capable of doing by himself.
They finally get into the train station and it is already packed with Hogwarts people and the train doesn't leave for another thirty minutes. He runs up to platform 9 and 10 and stands there looking lost.
"Where is platform 9¾?" Draco asked as he looked at the signs around him.
"Come with me son." Draco's dad said as he walked over to the curved brick wall under platform 10. "You have to run through this wall."
"What!" Draco screamed. "Are you crazy. I will hurt myself."
"Just follow me sweetie." His mother said as she ran towards the cold hard brick wall.
Draco was waiting for a big thud and his mother to be lying unconscious on the cold stone floor. But it never came. To his surprise, his mum went right through the wall without a problem.
"How—." Draco started but his dad did the same thing.
Draco felt all alone and surprised at what his parents did. He looked around to see if anyone was watching him. He didn't want anyone to see him running towards a wall, and smacking his face if he doesn't go through.
"Ok." Draco sighed. "I can do this." Draco started to run. When he was about a foot away from the wall he closed his little eyes and expected a blow to his head. But it never came. He stopped running and stood there with his eyes closed until he felt someone grab his skinny little arm and pulled him to one side.
"Draco! You did it." Said a familiar voice. He opened his little eyes and saw that his mother was standing right in front of him. But his father was nowhere in sight.
Draco looked around the station and realized that it didn't look any different then the one they just came from. Except maybe the train was a bit bigger but that was it. He saw his standing next to the train and handing his heavy trunk to a man that was putting them in the storage car. Then his dad started talking to two familiar faces.
"Mum, you're hurting me. Let me go." Draco said while trying to pull his skinny body out of her arms.
"Oh, sorry." She said as she let him go and held him in front of her so she can get a good look at him.
"Who is dad talking to mum?" Draco asked as he rubbed his sore arms and chest.
"Oh, that's Crabbe and Goyle's parents." She said as she let go of Draco's skinny arms. He gave his mum a big, loving hug and ran off.
"Oh, yeah!" Draco ran to the huge, loud train and stood next to his father. "Father, I'm going to get on the train now."
"Ok, son." His father turned and gave him a great big hug and they said their good byes.
Draco then ran onto the train and down the little hall until he found the room his two best friends were in.
"Hey guys." Draco said as he invited himself in. "How are you two doing?" He plopped himself down on the long chair next to Crabbe and across from Goyle.
"Fine." Crabbe said, his chubby little face went pale. "Ok, maybe I am a little nervous."
"We can't show it when we are there ok. We have to be tuff." Draco said as he threw his books down on the soft chair next to him.
"Ok, but are you nervous at all?" Asked Goyle while munching on a chocolate frog he got from the candy filled trolley.
"A little, but I am more excited then ever." Draco said as he stood up and walked around the small room. "Did your parents give you the talk about not making friends with any Gryffindors?"
"Yes, my father said that they're a lot of mudbloods and that I shouldn't have anything to do with them." Crabbe said while sitting up in his chair a little more.
"Yeah, my dad said the same thing." Goyle said as he opened another chocolate frog and stuffed it into his large mouth.
"My dad always talked about a guy named James Potter or something and said that he has a son that is my age and he doesn't want me to have anything to do with him at all because he might take after his father. Mt dad really hated him." Draco sat back down and looked at his two best friends with a smirk. "My dad also said that he tried to make James' life a living hell. He said he had a lot of fun."
"So, are you saying that we should do the same to James' son, whoever he is."
"Yeah, and I think his name is Harry. Harry Potter." Draco looked at Crabbe. "My dad said he could be very powerful in a lot of ways. We could try making friends with him to get him on our side. Besides, he did get zapped by you-know-who and so he could be just as evil."
"That would be so awesome to have another evil guy on our side." Said Crabbe.
"Yeah!" They all sat there planning what they were going to say to Harry and what they were going to do once they got to Hogwarts the whole trip. They didn't realize they were there until the train came to a jerking stop.
"Are we there?" Crabbe said as he stood up and peeked out the door of the little room. All the screaming that was going on down the hall faded out his voice. Then a large crowd came charging down the already cramped hall and past the room Crabbe, Goyle, and Draco were lingering in.
"What are you two waiting for?" Said a young boy as he ran by them with all his schoolbooks and bags shoved under one arm. "It's time to get off the train. Where're here! Come on!"
"Where here?" Draco said with excitement in his little voice. "Where finally here. Lets go. But remember, act tuff."
"Ok." Both Goyle and Crabbe said at the same time.
They all grabbed their things and headed out the little door and down the cramped hall. When they finally got off the train and over the water, they were told to leave their things on the stairs and to follow a huge man. When they got into the huge school they all crowded on some stairs in front of these two, large wooden doors and waited. Then he saw him. Harry Potter! He didn't know how he knew it was him, he just had a feeling. He walked up to him and stuck out his little white hand for him to shake.
"Hi." Draco said as he stood there waiting for Harry to shake his hand. "I'm Draco Malfoy."
Ron was off to the side snickering. Draco jerked his head and looked at him with disgust. Then with a big attitude he looked him over, and named everything he was wearing. "You must be a Weasley." And Ron stopped right away. Draco looked back at Harry and stuck out his little hand again. "You shouldn't go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."
Harry looked at him like he was crazy. "No thanks. I think I can tell the right sort for my self thank you." And at that Draco glared at him and turned his attention to the teacher who was standing right in front of them. She told them what was going to happen to them once they walked into the big doors. Then she walked over and opened the big doors and walked inside. The crowd followed her in and stopped in the front of the hall right in front of the head master. Draco looked around with an amazed look on his face.
"I'm going to like this place." He thought to himself.
"Now you will sit on this stool and be sorted into your houses. When I call your name, come up and I will place the hat onto your head." Said the old lady. As named were being called, Draco took the time to look around. The room was huge. There was a long wooden table going across the room right in front of him with all the teachers and adults' sitting at it and behind him were four more huge wooden tables filled with kids. Above him were skinny, white candles just floating there in mid air. He was amazed at how big this school really was from what he saw so far and he hasn't even seen the whole thing yet.
"Hermione Granger." said the old lady as she held up the weird hat. A skinny little girl with frizzy hair walked up to the stool and sat down. The old lady placed the old, torn hat onto her little head and it started moving.
"Wow." Draco whispered under his breath. "She's pretty."
"GRYFFINDOR!" Yelled the dirty hat. The little girl sitting on the wooden stool smiled and jumped off. She quickly ran to a table filled with cheering kids of all ages.
"Gryffindor?" Draco thought to himself. "Is she a mudblood or half blood? Oh, I don't care anymore. I think she is really pretty. I have to get to know her."
"Ronald Weasley." Ron walked up there and plopped his little body onto the stool and the hat was placed onto his head.
"GRYFFINDOR!" Ron ran to the large table that was also filled with his brothers.
"Figures." Draco mumbled under his breath with a mean look on his face. "My dad said the rest of his family were in Gryffindor also. So nothings new." Ron jumped off the chair and ran to the Gryffindor table and plopped down next to one of his older brothers George. The mean look on Draco's face faded when he heard the next name that was called.
"Harry Potter." Everyone around Draco started to gasp and whisper amongst each other while trying to look up at Harry to see if they can see his lighten bolt-shaped scar. Draco waited patiently to see what house he got into.
"I hope he gets into Slytherin." Draco thought. "He can be a good companion."
"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat yelled. Harry looked relieved and jumped off the short stool and stumbled towards the table that his new friend Ron was already comfortably sitting at.
"What!" Draco whispered.
"Draco Malfoy." Called the old lady.
Draco's frown faded at the call of his name. He put on a smirk as he walked up to the stool and plopped his skinny little body down. The old lady barley placed the old, dirty hat on his little blond head before…
"SLYTHERIN!"
Everyone on the right side of the Great Hall started to cheer. His two best friends were already there. Maybe when he was looking around the huge, deep room, he didn't hear their names being called.
After all the people were sorted into their houses, the long bearded head master stood up and set a couple of rules and introduced himself to the first years. Then out of know were, plate full and piles of hot, delicious steamy food appeared right in front of them. The older students started to dig in but most of the first years just looked at it surprised.
"Wow." Draco gasped. "Its just like magic."
"It is magic." said a second year while his big mouth was full.
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After their delicious dinner, they were quickly escorted to their rooms. After the head boy and girl showed them what to do and where everything in the school was, they left them alone to do what they wanted. But they couldn't leave the common room.
Draco went up to his circular room with Crabbe and Goyle and got ready for bed. He put on his silk pajamas and organized his stuff. After he laid out his robe for the next day, he lied in his soft, cool bed and fell straight to sleep.
The next day he changed into his brand new Slytherin robe as fast as he could and grabbed all the books he needed for the classes before lunch and charged out the door. Crabbe and Goyle were right behind him the whole way and they walked down the hall like they owned the place, with their robes flowing behind them. Draco had a look of toughness on his pale face and his blonde hair was neatly combed back just like his mum did it. Crabbe and Goyle pushed smaller people out of the way and made room for them to have the whole hallway to themselves. When they turned the corner, they almost ran into Harry and Ron.
"Get out of my way Potter." Spat Draco as he gave him an I-will-kill-you kind of look. "And you too Weasley." Crabbe and Goyle got in front of Draco and pressed their balled up hands into their palm.
"So you need your two friends to do your fighting for you Malfoy?" Said a little voice. It seemed to be coming from behind Harry and Ron. A skinny little girl pushed through and stood right in front of her two friends and crossed her arms and looked up at Crabbe and Goyle with disgust. Draco was so mad he shoved his big friends to the side and was about to smack the girl until he saw who it was. His eyes got wide and he slowly brought his skinny little hand down.
"Hey little Ms. Granger." Draco said with a smile. "How are you this lovely morning?"
"Get to class Malfoy before I have to hurt you." She said without flinching.
"I will deal with her Draco." Goyle said as he stumbled to his feet and reached out with his large hand to grab her shirt.
"NO!" Draco yelled as he pushed his friend back down. "I will deal with her myself." He looked deep into her eyes and saw a tough but gentle girl and liked her immediately. "Now why don't you just go run along with your two little boyfriends here and get out of the way."
She looked at him with fire growing in her big brown eyes and took her little white hand and smacked him right across his pale cheek. Then she stormed off with Ron and Harry right on her tale.
"I can't believe you let her do that to you." Crabbe said after Hermione, Harry, and Ron turned the corner. "You actually let her smack you and get away with it. You never let anyone get away with stuff like that. Not even girls. Remember your neighbor Emily, when she pocked you in the eye, you beat the living poop out of her and she never went near you again."
"Um, well." Draco said while looking down at his cold, pale hands. "I just don't think it is right to hit a girl anymore." And at that he ran off to his first class, by himself.
"Ok, that was weird." Goyle said as he brushed the dirt and dust from his baggy pants.
"Ya, I don't know what has gotten into him." Crabbe said as they started walking to their first class, which was not with Draco.
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Draco walked into his first class, which was potions, and plopped down into a chair near the back of the room. He slammed his books down and crossed his skinny arms against his little body. He sat there for about five minutes until he saw Harry, Ron and…Hermione walk into the room and his cold, dark heart jumped. She sat at a desk near the front with those two other brats and pulled out her books and started taking notes. He sat up a little higher and did the same as her. He took out his clean, brand new notepad and started to take notes also. Every now and then he would glance up at her to see what she was doing.
Moments later, a tall, dark teacher came charging in and started asking questions. Harry got asked the first couple of questions and Draco laughed at every single answer he gave. To his surprise, Hermione had her hand up for all those questions.
"She must be smart." Draco thought to himself.
The class dragged on for about an hour and Draco kept on looking up at Hermione. To his surprise, when Draco looked up at Hermione again, she was looking at him. He quickly looked down at his doodled on piece of paper and pretended to be taking notes. He didn't look at her for the rest of the class.
After class, he quickly ran out and to his next class.
The same thing has been happening for the next couple of months. He would talk nasty to Harry and Ron and she would be there to defend them. But in class she was always glancing at him. This was starting to get on his nerves.
December finally came and he decided to stay at Hogwarts that Christmas. He didn't feel like going home. He wanted to stay at Hogwarts with Hermione.
That cold, Christmas day finally came and he was sitting in the library all by himself, pretending to be reading, when Hermione came in and she was alone. She seemed to be looking for someone. Draco put the book a bit higher till it covered his little blond head.
Moments later, he saw little, smooth white fingers fall over the top of his book and pull his book down. Then he saw a very beautiful girl looking at him with a smile spread across her smooth, pale face.
"May I help you?" Draco said with discomfort.
"Can I talk to you." She said as she pulled the large book out of his hands and placed it gently on the table next to them. Then she leaned in closer to him and smiled. "Alone."
"What for?" He was trying to be tuff but it wasn't easy.
"Just come with me." She then slowly walked away and out the door she came in.
He watched her walk away and sat there thinking for a while. Then he slowly got up and casually walked towards the same door she walked out of.
He walked through it and suddenly felt someone grab his little arm and pull him to the side.
"Come with me." She then pulled him into a cold, dark empty classroom and quietly shut the door behind them.
"What is all this about?" Draco said, still trying to be tuff.
"Ok, you can stop trying to be tuff. I know how you really feel."
"Feel about what?" He said while trying to hide his fright.
"Don't try to cover it up. I know you like me Draco."
"You do? How?"
"Yes, I do. I know because that day when I slapped you, I saw it in your eyes."
"Ok, um, so you pulled me into this cold class room just to tell me that you know I like you?"
"Yes, and no." She said as she sat down on a hard wooden desk next to him. " I wanted to tell you that I like you too."
"Y…you do?" He hesitated.
"Yes, but I don't want anyone to know. That is why I didn't make it obvious."
"I saw you glance at me in class every now and then, but I didn't think anything of it."
"Really?"
"So are you saying you want to go out with me?" Draco asked as his pale face went red.
"Yes." A big smile spread across her beautiful face and her smooth white cheeks turned pink.
"Ok. But my father wont approve."
"Does he have to know? Does anyone have to know? If you really like me then you wont care what your father thinks."
"But I do." His hands started to sweat. "My father will kill me if he found out that I was going out with someone from the Gryffindor house. Or worse, he might kill you."
"Then we don't have to tell anyone. Lets keep it a secret."
"Knowing that my dad could kill you and that we have to keep this relationship a secret doesn't bother you?"
"No." Hermione giggled. "I really like you. Nothing can take that away from me."
"When I first laid eyes on you, I liked you right away."
"Really? I liked you right after I saw that look in your eyes. I felt really bad that I slapped you. I just didn't want to show it."
"So, we are a couple now. But we have to walk out of this classroom without making a scene. Ok that should be easy. It is about nine o'clock…IT IS ALMOST NINE."
"What's wrong?"
"I promised Crabbe and Goyle that I would be in the common room helping them with their homework at eight thirty. I am so dead."
"You mean that big project we had to do for potions class over Christmas break?"
"Yeah."
"Here, take mine. You can copy it then let them copy from yours."
"Are you sure?"
"Go ahead. Just leave it under my desk when we go back to class after break is over."
"Ok, thank you so much." Without realizing it, Draco leaned over and gave Hermione a little peck on her warm cheek. They stood there looking at each other with shocked faces. Then, a second later, Draco was running out the door…
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Draco wakes up…
"DRACO!" yelled a familiar voice. "WAKE UP! ITS CHRISTMAS!"
Draco moaned and rolled over. "Leave me alone."
"COME ON. YOUR FATHER SENT YOU PRESENTS. LETS GO!" Crabbe and Goyle came charging in and pushed his little body off his warm bed. Once he hit the floor, he realized what they just said.
"WHAT?" He got up and threw on the nice Christmas close he laid out last night and was out the door in seconds.
"Where are you going?" Crabbe said.
"I have to give something to someone." He yelled back. "I just hope she likes it." He mumbled under his breath as he skipped down the stairs.
A/N: I hope you all enjoyed it. I will be putting up the next chapter soon. Please R&R on your way out. Thank you!
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