Author's Note: Good Morning Friends! So here we are a few hours later and I've churned out another two! I do hope that you enjoy them and I only have 13 to go now! Woop! aha

Prompts: (weather) blustery winds/(word) rejoice

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Travel

"See! I told you we should have just travelled by portkey. But no, you had to show me the wonders of muggle travel and look where we are now!" Draco shouted. It wasn't that he was angry or trying to start an argument but rather that he was trapped on a train platform with blustering winds and icy pelts of rain pouring down on him and he had to shout to be heard.

Hermione looked up from where she was curled in on herself sheltering from the weather. She spared a second to pierce him with a fierce glare before Draco shut his mouth with a huff.

The weather had affected the train lines before their stop, something had gotten tangled in them, and now they were stuck for another 2 hours at least before the muggle technicians could get anything sorted.

The tiny sheltered room on this platform was already crammed tight with people sheltering for the weather and there was no more room for Hermione and Draco. It was too far to go back now, so they had to just stick it out.

Draco hugged himself tightly, everything starting to play on his very short nerves and the urge to kick off grew with each passing second. His eye began to twitch in time with the carol singers who were annoyingly persistent in their cheerful nature despite the weather.

"Rejoice! Rejoice! Emaaaanuel shall come to thee…!"

Draco grit his teeth. This wasn't even a carol, just some stupid Christian song. Hermione had spent some time explaining the various muggle religions to him, honestly they really ought to make muggle studies mandatory.

He was just getting to the point where he was going to scream at someone, anyone when a tiny voice piped up barely audible over the weather.

"I'm sorry."

Draco looked down in shock, and noticed Hermione wasn't just hanging her head because it was cold. Pale tears tracked down her cheeks freezing slightly on her face. She looked up at him with big, sorrowful eyes.

"I didn't mean for everything to go so wrong," she whispered. "I wanted our first Christmas to be special."

"Oh Hermione," he sighed pulling her into him so that they might share some warmth. "Didn't you tell me that bad travel experiences is part of a true muggle Christmas?"

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