It was officially the last day of classes before Christmas break, and not a single student could concentrate on a thing. Heather doodle inher notebook, not really thinking about anything in particular. She was intransfiguration with Professor McGonagall and was already finished with all theassignments. She knew Draco was watching her doodle away on her paper, so she looked up at him and made a face. He laughed, causing Crab and Goyle to givehim questioning looks. When they finally realized he wasn't laughing at anything in front of them, the followed his gaze over to the girl he was watching. Mistaking his fond gaze for one of sarcasm, the two dim-wittedfriends shot her their own signature scowls. Heather just rolled her eyes andwent back to doodling on her paper.

"Ms. Summers," Heather looked up atProfessor McGonagall standing beside her desk.

"Yes Professor?"

"Have you finished transforming thegalleon into all the objects on the list I handed out?"

"Yes ma'am I have," Heather answered.

"Well then you wouldn't mind runningdown to the kitchens, would you, to grab a few potatoes to turn into rats?"

"No Professor, I'll be right back," Heather got up and started to head out the door, but stopped when Professor McGonagall started to speak again.

"Oh, and Mr. Malfoy, would you be sokind as to escort Ms. Summers? Since you seemed to be finished as well, I presume?" Heather didn't have to turn around to know the professor smiled atDraco knowingly.

Heather continued out the door as sheheard Draco stand up and proceed to follow her. A few moments later his handslipped into hers.

"Do you think she knows?" He asked Heather quietly.

"No I think she sent you out with meto be a pain in my butt!" She replied sarcastically, then glanced down at theirhands and lowered her voice. "What if someone sees?"

He stopped walking and pulled andpulled the cute little Hufflepuff into his arms, "It's the last day of classes. I honestly don't care right now. After today, I will be spending two whole weeks, alone, with my family, and I won't be able to see you at all," he kissedher gently, "I'll take all the time with you today as I can."
"Don't forget, you promised you'd talk to your parents about us," Heather reminded Draco.

"I won't," he promised as he restedhis forehead against hers and closed his eyes. "What are you doing for the Holidays?"

"I honestly don't know," she admitted, dropping her eyes. She could hide from him, but she couldn't cover up the sorrowful tone that interlaced with her voice when she said it. Draco noticed it too.

"Hey, what is it?" Draco asked, full of concern.

"It's nothing," she started to say, but then decided against it, "Do you remember when I told you my mum seemed to be a bit moody in the last letter I got from her, and how, when I wrote to my dad, he never answered me?" She watched as Draco nodded slowly. "Well, I got a letter from my uncle at dinner last night asking me if I wanted to spend the break with him, seeing as how Mum and Dad were going through the terrible divorce. I guess he figured I already knew about it, and I should have-" Heather's voice caught as her eyes filled with tears.

"Shhhhh," Draco whispered as he kissed her forehead. He stood like that for a second, then placed his hand under her chin so he could kiss her lips, "I wish I could take you home with me, but I doubt you'd be very welcome... Come on," Draco said, trying to distract her, "let's go get those potatoes."

Just then a voice spoke up behind Draco's shoulder, causing both of them to stiffen instantly. "Get a room Malfoy! Some of us actually like to walk through the halls without being forced to see all this disgusting behavior!"

Draco pulled out his wand and spun around before Tiffany even had time to register who the voice had come from.

"Shut it you fifthly mud-blood," he spat out.

Heather peeked over Draco's shoulder. It was Trevor, who was also a Slytherin. Being in Slytherin, Trevor obviously wasn't muggle-born, which made Draco's comment twice as insulting. These two had been fierce rivals since the very first time they met when they were eleven on the train ride to the castle. She didn't have to look over Draco's shoulder a second time to know Trevor had also pulled out his wand. She could feel the tension in the air building as the two males stared each other down.

"Draco, lets just go, we need to go back to class anyway," Heather urged him in a low whisper, persistently tugging at the back of his robes. She could feel his reluctance to leave a fight wash of him, "Draco," she said again, slightly more insistent this time.

"Petrificus totalus!" He raised his voice as he spoke the full body-bind curse just before turning back to Heather.

"You didn't have to do that," Heather chided.

"Yes I did," he replied shortly as he grabbed her hand in his and continued down to the kitchens.