Finally, his had grabbed a hold of mine and we walked on as if it was no big deal. We made it to a clearing overlooking a small shack in the distance. Draco stopped and then slowly walked over to a barbed wire fence in front of a cliff. "That's the shrieking shack. Its supposedly one of the most haunted places in Britain," he told me.
"Oh, cool. Why don't we go inside?" I dared and cocked up an eyebrow.
"That's okay. I'd rather not. That's where Professor Snape died…"Draco whispered.
"Are you serious? How do you know?" I asked. I had no idea that Professor Snape was killed in that mess with Voldemort.
"Potter actually told me. He saw it happen under his cloak thing," Draco answered. Wait, Draco and Harry talked without killing each other? What was this?
"When did you talk to him?"
"We are on alright terms, actually. He saved my life. In our seventh year, I was going through a stage. I was sort of contemplating becoming a death eater."
"You were what?" I exclaimed.
"Let me finish. Yes, I was. I only was thinking about it because I thought that I had nothing else to live for. You were gone, and I had nothing." I smiled and then let him finish his story.
"Anyway. I was then in the Room of Requirement with Crabbe and Goyle. Potter and his friends were after this diadem, or something of the sort. Well, we decided we were going to try and stop them, and help Voldemort. Crabbe ended up making a fiendfyre and destroyed the diadem. Potter and Weasley had a broom. As they began to fly out of the room to avoid the fire, I had nowhere to go. I was panicking like no other because I lost my wand. Then, Potter came back and pulled me on the back of his broom. Ron then got Goyle and we escaped out of the room."
"Also, I think he stunned another death eater when he was trying to kill me, but I didn't remember much because Ron punched me. Overall, that year, Potter saved my arse a lot," Draco finished.
"Wow, well that's good. I thought you were okay when I left."
"Well, then I began to work for death eaters and such, like I said. That put a damper in our relationship didn't it? But I am done with that, because I want to be and because that is all over." He sighed and then walked away from the fence. Snow began to fall harder now as the sky grew even darker.
Spotting a nice spot on the ground, I fell onto my back. I waved my arms and legs up and down. Once finished my snow angel, I asked Draco to help me up. I didn't want to ruin my angel. He looked confused but then grabbed my arm and pulled me on to my feet.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Haven't you ever made a snow angel? Where did you grow up?" I laughed.
"Alright, how do you do it?" he asked.
"Lie down in the snow and then wave your arms and legs up and down," I ordered. He listened and then began to create his angel in the snow. "Okay, now, you need to stand up without ruining it." Then I realized that I would have to help him up. I walked over to him and then held out my hands for him to grab on to and pull him self on his feet.
He grabbed on and I began to pull up. He didn't budge and then began to laugh and my struggle. Then, my feet slipped out from under me and then I landed on top of Draco. I began to laugh uncontrollably.
"You ruined my snow angel!" Draco cried and laughed at the same time.
"Oh suck it up!" I laughed. My face was close to his and when we stopped laughing, I leaned down and kissed him softly.
With each kiss, they grew longer and more passionate. The scene for this was beautiful. We were lying on the snow as more snow fell on top of us. My clothes began to get wet and cold.
When we pulled apart, Draco asked, "Do you want to go over to Madam Puddifoot's?" I had no idea what it was, but I nodded and then began to stand up. With each breeze of wind, I got a huge chill. I hated to be cold.
Draco and I backtracked our way back to the middle of town. Madam Puddifoot's was a cozy little café on a corner. We walked inside and there were only a couple of other people inside. We took a seat near the frosty window.
A small woman, in her late fifties, walked over and asked, "What would you like to order?"
"Two hot cocoas. Is that alright?" he then directed the question to me. I nodded and then the woman walked away. In a matter of seconds she appeared with two mugs with whipped cream on top of them. We thanked her and then I took a sip of the cocoa.
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"Ouch!" I hissed. It was steaming hot. I put the mug down and then let it cool for a little bit.
"Are you alright?" Draco asked. I nodded and then looked over at him. He was smart; he knew the cocoa was hot. He glanced down at my hand for a second. "Ah, I notice your ring is gone," he noted.
"Yeah, well, George made a surprise visit this morning. I had to tell him. I don't think he took it very well, but whatever, we are together now."
"I have a question for you. Would you like to spend the night at my house? You are probably sick and tired of the Leaky Cauldron by now," Draco question.
"Actually, I am. Yeah, that would be fine. What about your parents?" I asked, remembering that he still lived there.
"How did you know I lived with my parents? That's embarrassing."
"Well, when I left the Quidditch game, I went and talked to Hermione. When I got my head straightened, I didn't know where you were so I went back to your house to ask for you. Your mother told me that you weren't there, so I just went back to the Leaky Cauldron and found you. But the weird thing was, she didn't recognize me at all.
"That's because my parents have been wiped with a memory charm. All of the remaining death eaters had to be wiped of their dark past. Even though my mother wasn't a death eater, she was still somewhat tied to it. They remember family and anything like that," Draco finished. "But, anyway, my parents are off to visit my uncle Roldolfus. He was a death eater as well, but his memory was wiped as well. So, we don't have to worry about my parents. One of these days however, I shall move out…" he finished with the intention of following his last sentence up with another.
We finished our hot cocoas and then walked out of the café. Outside, it was still snowing. Draco grabbed onto my hand and we walked out of Hogsmeade. Once out of the town, we dissapparated to Draco's home.
The large mansion looked different in the snow; almost pretty. It still had that gothic look to it and seemed, at least to me, not scary. We walked up to the door and slowly walked inside. There was a fire blazing on the right and the warmth hit my face when the door closed behind me.
"Let me take your coat," Draco offered and helped the coat off of my back. He took both of our coats over to a nearby closet. Actually, near the closet of brooms where I picked out one to fly home with. Speaking of that, I never returned that. "Let's go into the sitting room, there's another fire in there and it is away from the door," Draco suggested.
As we walked around to the sitting room, I noticed a lot lights. They were wrapped around the banister on the stairs, and even on some plants. In the sitting room, there was a large tree on the right side of the room. A Christmas tree to be exact.
It was not Christmas, was it? Why didn't I know that it was? Draco took a seat on the couch in front of the fire place. When I sat down next to him, he put his arm around my shoulders and let me fall into place under his arm.
"Draco, can I be honest with you?" he nodded. "I had no idea that it was Christmas. I didn't get you anything. I have no idea how it slipped my mind or anything…" I began to babble.
"Don't worry about it. You already gave me my gift." I looked up at him, confused. "All I wanted was for you to come back. And look who's here right now," Draco smiled. I smiled back and then lifted my face to give him a quick kiss.
The wood in the fire began to crack as the fire started to dim. "You know what? How can I know that you wont leave again?" Draco suddenly asked.
"I wont don't worry, I'll be sure to stay here somehow," I answered.
"I know how you could…" Draco began. He then shifted his weight, as a cue for me to sit up. I sat up and watched as he got off of the couch and then got down on the ground. My heart began to skip beats. I knew what he was doing; I have seen too many movies like this. Draco then slipped out a small black velvet box and lifted it up to me. "Merry Christmas," he whispered and then opened the box.
Inside was a small, sparkling ring. I let out a small cry of excitement and a smile emerged from my face. "Will you marry me?" Draco asked. Tears began to stream down my cheeks and I leapt off the couch to give Draco a huge hug.
"Yes! Yes! Of course!" I exclaimed. Excited could not even describe how I felt. When George proposed, it was not like this. I didn't cry out of sheer happiness. I just accepted and smiled at him. This was a million times better.
When we broke apart, Draco took the ring out of the box. I held out my left hand and then he slipped the ring on my finger. We smiled at each other and then I leaned in for our first kiss as an engaged couple.