December 25th 1994
Hermione woke up to a dog licking her face and nuzzling her to wake up. She smiled and looked at her clock. She sighed. "Why so early? It isn't even 7 yet Draco.." Draco just licked her face and pranced toward the door to the common room and yipped softly. Hermione sat up and rubbed her eyes. Then she realized why Draco had woken her up so early. He had to go to the bathroom. She put on Draco's black jumper he gave her for christmas and followed the white dog. Draco led her all the way to the owlery for some strange reason.
"Draco why are we all the way out here? It's freezing cold and snowing!" Draco barked and rolled around in the snow, then walked over to Hermione. He shook all the wet snow off his coat and all over Hermione, causing her to shriek. "DRACO!" She sighed and frowned at the dog. "Change back now."
Draco did as he was told and changed back to human form. "Yes?"
Hermione immediately smacked him in the arm. "Now I'm even more cold than i already was! So rude!" Draco smiled and hugged her tightly, her face pressed against his bare chest. "Draco.."
"Yes Granger?"
"How're you so warm?"
"I don't know."
Hermione sighed happily. "I love you Draco."
"I love you too Granger." Hermione pulled back from the hug and glared up at him. "Excuse me, I meant Hermione." Draco laughed and kissed her gently. "Merry Christmas Hermione."
She smiled and laid her head on his chest. "Merry Christmas Draco."
"Are you going home for break?"
"No, are you?"
"Yeah, figured I could ask my mum about this chest thing."
"Did it hurt at all last night?"
"Well, my black shirt was damp with blood, but no it doesn't hurt much anymore. I'm used to it."
"You shouldn't be.."
Draco yawned and kissed Hermiones temple. "I have to go to the dungeons and start packing."
Hermione frowned and hugged Draco tighter. "I'll miss you. So much."
"I'll miss you too. I'll be back before you know it. It's only a week."
Hermione sighed. "Okay. Now go inside before you get sick."
Draco laughed softly. "Same to you."
Draco went to the common room, thankful none of the other slytherins were awake. He went to his room and began packing, being careful not to wake the others. Once completely packed Draco went and sat on the couch in the common room.
"You're such a bastard Malfoy."
Draco looked up and saw Pansy, glaring at him. "It's nothing personal Parkinson."
"How'd she do it?"
"Do what?"
"Did she slip you a love potion?"
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"You ditched me last night for that mudblood Draco!" Pansy took a few steps toward him.
Draco stood up and stepped toward her. "DON'T CALL HER THAT!" Draco yelled in her face.
"IT'S WHAT SHE IS DRACO. YOU LEFT ME FOR THAT FILTHY PIECE OF TRASH!"
"I WAS NEVER WITH YOU!"
"YOU LEFT ME FOR A MUDBLLOOD."
Draco was getting angry. He got right in her face and continued yelling at her. "DON'T CALL HER THAT. PUGFACE."
"You're a filthy blood traitor."
"I don't care."
"I bet your dad cares."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I sent my parents an owl about what happened last night. They've probably told your parents by now."
"Fuck you Pansy."
"No thanks. I don't shag blood traitors."
Draco stormed out of the common room with his rucksack and walked to the library. He stayed there until noon. As he left for Hogsmeade to take the floo home, he heard whispers as he passed groups of students. He continued walking to The Three Broomsticks and took the floo home.
Once he landed in the floo room of the manor he felt the word being carved into his chest again. He fought through the pain, which seemed unbearable this time, and made his way to his room. While he passed through the great room he heard his parents arguing in the kitchen.
"Mother?"
Narcissa came out immediately and hugged her son. "Draco, Merry Christmas. Your presents are in your room. Go now."
"But I just got here.."
"Draco, go to your room now, please."
Draco began ascending the stairs when he heard his father begin to yell his name.
"Draco!" Draco swallowed nervously and looked over his shoulder.
"Yes father?"
"Go to my study. I wish to speak to you in private."
Draco did as he was told and went to his fathers study. He'd never been in it before due to not being allowed. He looked around the room. On the wall behind his fathers desk was the Malfoy Family Tree on the wall. In the center of the tree was a boxed frame with a mask inside it. He figured it was his father's death eater mask. Draco sat in a leather armchair and waited for his father nervously.
Lucius came in minutes later and sat at his desk after he closed and locked the door. "So I spoked with several people about your actions lately Draco. And i'm not very pleased."
"What did these people tell you?"
"They all told me about last night how you left ms parkinson for that mudblood."
Dracos muscles tensed when his father said the word. "Are you behind that word being carved into my chest?"
"Yes, but it doesn't seem to have any affect on you any more."
"You can't make me stop loving her."
Lucius frowned instantly and pointed his wand at Draco. "Incarcerous."
Draco was now tied to the chair. "What the fuck? MUM! HE-"
"Silencio!" Draco now couldn't speak or go anywhere. "If the dark lord finds out my son loves a mudblood, he'll kill both of you. I'm only trying to protect my son. So quit seeing her. Do you understand?" Draco glared at his father angrily and shook his head, signaling he wouldn't stop seeing Hermione. "Very well then." Lucius pointed his wand back at Draco. "Crucio." Draco began to writhe in pain as he took the curse. His father was so persistent that Draco eventually blacked out from overuse of the curse. When Draco woke up he was in the cellar, chained to the wall. He tried to speak but the silencing charm was still on him. He looked around the room to see if anyone else was in there with him. Lucius came down the stairs and walked toward Draco. "Willing to cooperate now son?" Draco shook his head once more. Lucius pointed his wand at his son again. "Sectum Sempra." Lucius then left Draco in the cellar, sprawled out on the floor unconscious and bleeding from the wounds on his torso.