Author's Note: Okay so I have managed to squeeze out two stories tonight. I have 15 left to do in 2 days or I have to breach my extension. The big question. Can I do it? In my defence my old laptop decided to play silly and half the keyboard stopped working aha. I only managed to put word on my new laptop about an hour ago. So I'm not doing too badly :P

Prompts: (word) celebration/(feeling) chilly

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Awkward

Draco stood at the back door of his small house and looked out over the snow covered garden. The small snowman he and Hermione had constructed earlier was just visible in the darkness of the night, the head had slipped slightly to one side and it looked back at him as if questioning his actions.

He shivered as a blast of chilly air wrapped its way around his bare arms and he glared back at the quizzical snowman. Draco stuck his tongue out childishly as a burst of laughter came from the warm house behind him all the typical sounds of a Christmas celebration.

He sighed and shifted his weight from side to side in an attempt to warm up engaging in a mental battle. He knew he should go back inside, he knew he owed it to Hermione to try and make nice with her friends but there was some part of him that just couldn't manage to talk amicably with Weasley.

"Draco?"

The door behind him opened, momentarily throwing light down the garden, before closing and a warm presence appeared at his back. He could feel her enormous hair tickling the back of his neck and he swayed into the comforting presence.

"What are you doing out here all by yourself?"

He sighed turning to face her but dropping his head, slightly ashamed to meet her eyes. "I just needed some time to get my bearings."

Hermione bent down and peered under his face forcing him to meet her eye. "Draco," she coaxed softly.

He sighed and looked up at her. "It's just so awkward Hermione. You know that I love you more than anything and you know I'm not the same as I was at school but when I'm around them, it's just, like there is a little devil inside of me that wants to be childish and immature. I go back to being that awful little boy, especially with Weasley, and you know he's just as bad."

Hermione listened and nodded, trying not to smile. "I understand of course darling, but I think something has to be done about it. You know where I think we should start?"

"Where?" he mumbled sullenly.

"I think we should start with names. You are all important parts of my life and I know you'll make a special effort just for me." She held out her hand, "won't you?"

Draco sighed again, somewhat over dramatically. "Yes dear," he replied slipping his hand into hers. Hermione laughed and tugged him back into the party.

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