Merry Christmas everyone! I've gotten a lot of new ideas for this FF, so you'll probably see more updates soon! I can reveal (to everyone but ExMaloBonum, who gave me the idea) that a new POV is about to enter the story... It's not going to be as major and important as Hermione and Draco, but it still has a very important role... So when this person is introduced I will label the POV's with names so you know who's POV it is.
Christmas is coming up IRL and so it is in the FF, so enjoy! I'll make sure to create loads of drama :P

The weeks passed, and before I knew it Christmas was coming up. I sat in the common room with Ginny, organizing my books. The fire crackled in the fireplace, it was warm and comfortable.
"You have so many books. Why do you take so many subjects?" Ginny asked. She seemed a bit overwhelmed by the amount of books in front of her, all stabled in alphabetic order.
"Well, I guess I'm just eager to learn some more." I answered sofisticated, as I took a look at the parchment laying beside the books. There was only a very few pieces left – but the reason why it was so just made me smile.
"I'm running out of parchment. I think I'll have to go to Diagon Alley before going back to Hogwarts..." I mumbled, taking the pieces of parchment into my hands and looked at them. I let my fingers glide down upon the rough paper, thinking that these parchments someday would be filled with his gentle handwriting.
"It's probably because you take so many subjects. You should really take some time to relax. Do you even talk to anyone but Harry and Ron?" she asked, taking the parchment out of my hands, looking a bit confused at me.
"Uhm. Well..." I mumbled, instantly thinking of him. The truth was that I talked even more to him than I talked to Harry and Ron. But Ginny probably didn't know about all the problems we had – she was probably busy dating Dean.
"Anyway, I need to check George and Fred's shop out as well. They've just got new products," she said with a smile and added: "And more lovepotions."
I grinned weakly, thinking that I didn't need any lovepotions. Whoever D.M. was, he was doing an excellent job already.

The day arrived when we had exchanged our last letters, and the holidays began. I felt a bit depressed sitting in the Hogwarts Express, but even though things with Harry and Ron only had gotten worse, one thing had gotten better...
It felt weird thinking that this was the place where everything had started. I knew he was sitting here, on this very train, somewhere. Just the thought of it gave me butterflies.

"Draco..." Narcissa mumbled and came to greet me. I put my trunk down on the cold marble floor.
"Merry Christmas," I said with a monotone voice, not sounding that excited. Christmas had normally been something I looked forward to – being spoiled, getting rid of the ridiculous Gryffindors... But this year I missed a very special person. It had only been hours since I left Hogwarts, but it still felt as if years had passed.
"Have you read the Daily Prophet, dear?" she asked, snapping her fingers, making the trunk fly up the stairs and into my room.
"Any particular reason I would do so?" I asked, walking into the living room and sitting down on the black couch. I put my arm on the armrest, looking curiously at her.
"The front page, darling. It's very good news," she said with a sleek smile and handed me the newspaper.
I looked at the picture, picturing my father smiling superiourely out to the readers, holding a sign which indicated his prison number at Azkaban.
"Lucius," I mumbled, looking at the title of the article. More prisoners escape.
I looked at my mum, not showing any emotions. "He escaped."
"Yes, Draco. He escaped. Yaxley is out too. And Goyle as well."
"How did this happen?" I demanded to know, sounding rather harsh.
"Bellatrix. Awfully curious she is, but also very useful at times. She is coming over for Christmas."
"That thing celebrates Christmas?" I said to myself. I was pretty sure that Narcissa heard it, but she seemed to act as if she didn't.
"Your father is coming too. They should be arriving shortly," she told me, looking in-depth at me as if to see my reaction.
"Lovely." I said with a cold voice, standing up. "I'll be in my room."
A loud hissing sound echoed all around the living room, and shortly afterwards a well-known voice said: "Not so fast, son. How about wishing your father a merry Christmas?"
I turned around and saw him standing with his arms open, as if he wanted to welcome me back. Ironically he was the one that had to be welcomed.
"I see you've brought my father back, Bellatrix." I said, ignoring Lucius completely, only looking at my aunt and her black, messy hair.
"Easy with the Dark Lord on our side, Draco. Narcissa." she added and nodded in my mothers direction. "He wants us to get some inside information on the Potter-boy. Looks like he's learning Occlumensy. Such a shame," she sighed, touching one of my mothers beloved vases.
"What kind of inside information?" I asked. My voice was deep and indifferent.
"Who's teaching him the art of Occlumensy. Rumors say that it's Severus. Poor man, trapped in the claws of that stupid, old man..."
I didn't say anything, I just listened to her words. I didn't know what to say, actually.
"You need to find out where the lessons are held, and spoil them, Draco." Bellatrix said, without further explanation.
A long silence followed, and even though I didn't look at any of my parents, I could feel their looks drilling into me.
"What if I don't want to?" I asked challenging.
One of her horrible, unbearable laughs followed. She smiled with her ugly, yellow teeth and looked at me. "What if I don't want to?" she repeated with a voice that perhaps was supposed to sound like mine. It didn't sound any like it, though. "It's not a matter of choice, Draco. It's a matter of listening and doing as you're told. Tell me, Narcissa, haven't you raised him better? He could need some more maners," she said.
"How about yourself, Bellatrix. You can just as well shut up – I don't take advice from a ricicolous, kleptomanic woman calling herself loyal towards Voldemort."
Narcissa gasped, and with quick steps she walked towards me, putting her hands on my shoulders. "Draco, you can't say such things..." Though, Bellatrix interrupted her with a loud shout.
"DO NOT MENTION HIS NAME!" she almost screamed, looking horrified at me. "How dare you speak his name, you little mite! How dare you disapprove me! I am the Dark Lords most loyal servant, and I'm sure everyone with their mind intact in this room agrees with me!"
"Draco, behave." Lucius whispered, as the first thing he had said since he arrived.
"If behaving is trusting that man you call the Dark Lord – that man, whose name is Voldemort – spying on other students, getting your father sent to Azkaban … Then I don't want to behave! Next time you're around Azkaban, Bellatrix, you might as well do everyone a favor and lock yourself in." I said with a voice that dripped with hatred.
Another gasp followed, this time from both my mother and Bellatrix, and then she ran towards me with her wand pointing at me. "TAKE THAT BACK!" she shouted, looking insanely at me. "TAKE THAT BACK, NOW!"
"Get me out of here," I said, shaking so my mothers hands fell off me, leaving the living room with steps that echoed against the dark, naked walls.