Hello all my readers, MsCashew here and here to say that I'm finally posting the final chapters of "Mistletoe". Aren't you just so excited! WOOO!

Anyhoo, in the last few chapters, it's going to switch to Draco's point of view as well, just for fun. Just so you don't get confused, I'm telling you now. Remember, I wrote this over two years ago, it's fun, have fun reading it. :)

Oh, and the chapters are pretty short here on out, because, well, that's just how they fit, in my own world anyway.

And the whole lines crossing the page, that's going into Draco's POV. Hope that helps.

And now, on with the fic . . .

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My tired eyes shut tighter as a stream of sunlight sneaks into the curtains of my four poster bed. I crack one open, and am blinded for a few seconds.
I sit up, and stretch the sleep out of my system. Now I realize what day it is.

Christmas.

I open the curtains, and find that there are presents at the end of my bed.
I grab my glasses off the bedside table, and quickly put them on my face.
"Hey, Ro-" I quickly cut off my sentence as I suddenly remember that Ron is not here with me this Christmas. This is the first time that I was the only one in our room for Christmas. No Neville, no Seamus, no Dean.
I quickly banish the thought from my head. I don't need to think about that right now.

I stand, and go to the end of the bed to open my presents.

A new book about Quidditch and it's origins from Hermione, a basket full of sweets from Ron, my usual green sweater from Mrs. Weasley, a tin of treacle fudge from Hagrid (save it for a rainy day).
Then I see the last present by my bed. A present from Remus.
I take it into my lap, just staring at it for the longest time. Finally opening it, I see a letter first.

Harry,

I hope you have been well. I know it's a hard time of the year for you, but keep up your spirits and know that I'm thinking about you.
I hope you like this gift. I've had it for so long, and I thought that you should have it instead of it being in a dark drawer.
I wish you well again, and please, come and visit sometime.

Remus

I look at the gift that he sent, and my eyes start to well up.
It was a picture of a young Sirius, my father, and me as a baby in a silver picture frame that had a sketched in swirl design on the bottom.
Sirius was holding me, looking fondly at the baby version of me. And my father was all smiles, seeing that his best friend was so fond of baby me.
My tears spill on the photo behind the enclosed glass, making a torrent of salty water run over the faces.
Hugging it to my chest, I start to wipe the tears away with my free hand.
"Thank you, Remus." I whisper to myself.

I stand and go over to my bedside table to set my new picture where I can see it. As I get there, I notice a small gift that sat there.
Setting the photo down, I sit down on the bed, and take the newly discovered present with me.
It was quite a small box, a little bigger than a ring box. And it was wrapped in a metallic green, silverish paper.
I start to unwrap it, and find a black box under the wrapping paper.
Slowly opening the lid, I see a pair of green specs.
I reach in, and pull out the gift. I gasp as I see what it is.
It was a silver figurine of a dragon, the specs of green that I saw were it's eyes. I bring it close to my face, gazing at the detail of it's scales, of it's wrinkled snout, of how the eyes seemed to sparkle.
I look in the box again to see if it had the senders name on it. Indeed it did, which made me gasp again.

To: Potter
From: Malfoy

I stare at the two names that were there. Potter, Malfoy I still couldn't believe it.

All of a sudden, I slap my hand over my mouth as something clicks, snaps, whacks me in the head, how ever you want to put it!
I take my hand away slowly from my mouth, still a bit in shock.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, No, NO!" I kept repeating.
Why is this happening? Why, oh why?
"Why did I let it happen? Why did I get close to Draco Malfoy? Why did he decide to get close to me?" I say angrily.

I sigh to myself. This can't be. I can't be close to Malfoy. It won't work. You can't be enemies for 6 and a half years and then suddenly become friends. It just doesn't work out that way!

I fall back on the bed, staring up at nothing, thinking of what to do.

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You know, it gets a bit boring in your room when you sit in there most of the day. I guess it does when you hide from Malfoy all day.
Geez, what in bloody hell am I going to do? I have to end my friendship with Malfoy. . .but I can't forget all the things we've told each other.
Another thing is, I get a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach when I think about all this. Even my heart speeds up, just a bit though.
My God! What am I thinking? I, I can't think this way! Especially of. . . of Malfoy! I hadn't felt like this, well, since Cho. God, what am I doing?

I get up from my place on my bed, and head for the door, ready to go down to the feast we usually have every Christmas.
But I stop. I don't know if I can. What have I turned into?
I make a different decision, and grab my cloak and my scarf instead, wanting to take a nice, long walk to think about my troubles.


Geez, I didn't know the Professors could be so loony. Even Professor Snape isn't his usual self.
This definately isn't what I expected for Christmas to be like at Hogwarts. I expected things to be a bit more organized, I expected quiet dinners, and solitude, nothing more. I didn't expect that everyone, including the Professors, to sit at one table. . . But, it's actually not that bad.
In a way, it's like a weird family. A smile tugs at my lips as I think this thought. But now quickly vanishes as I think of my own family.
I heave a great sigh, not wanting to think too much on family matters.

"Now that's odd." I think. I just realized that Potter isn't here. In fact, I haven't seen him all day.

What if something happened to him? No, that couldn't be. I'm sure the Professors would know what's going on with the Boy-Who-Lived. But then, why isn't he here? I sigh again.

"Mr. Malfoy, why are you sighing so much?" Professor Snape asks me, an eyebrow raised.

"Just thinking." I say as I put on the cold expression a Malfoy should wear at all times. He doesn't question any further, and goes back to his argument with Dumbledore on how lemon drops are the most fowl, vile things on the face of the earth.

I still wonder where Potter is. I want to see him. Yes, I Draco Malfoy want to see the Boy-Who-Lived. I can't really admit this to anyone, but I actually like him. Yes, I actually like Potter.
On that first night of Christmas break when I saw that he had been crying, just made a switch turn on in my brain. He just looked so fragile, and. . .cute.
Malfoy's don't say things are fragile, they say they are weak. They don't call things cute, they call them repulsive. And to think, I used both to explain how Potter looked.
This can't be. Malfoy's don't like people. Then why do I like Potter? Geez, I even got him a present for Gods sake! AND MALFOY'S DON'T DO THAT!

I put my chin in my hand, and look over at the doorway, trying to think about other things besides how I'll probably get kicked out of the Malfoy family.
I get a shock as I see who I was just thinking about. I see Potter rush by the doorway of the Great Hall, wearing his cloak and scarf. Obviously going to walk about the grounds.
I stand up, ready to leave when I hear Professor Snape speak, "Mr. Malfoy, where are you going?"
"Back to my room." I say. I start to walk again, more quickly than before.
It was partly true that I was going to go to my room. Just to grab my cloak and scarf. And then, maybe go for a stroll . . . . .


And there's chapter 4. Hope you enjoy, chapter 5 to come pretty shortly.

MsCashew