Author's Note: 2/2! That's it for the minute whilst I do my homework.

Prompts: (word) fireplace/(story title) White Christmas

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White Christmas

Even though she knew it was impractical, and probably quite a large hazard, Hermione wished that the great library came equipped with a roaring fire and comfy chairs, and not for the first time. She loved studying, that was a well-known fact, but it was days like this when it was dark, and cold, that she wished she could be curled up with a good book and a cup of hot chocolate in front of a cute little fireplace.

Snow blocked out most of the windows and Hermione knew it was most certainly going to be a white Christmas this year, but then again it always seemed to be at Hogwarts no matter what the weather was doing in the rest of the country.

Hermione looked at the essay she was working on and decided to be spontaneous for once in her vanilla life. Of course she had all sorts of adventures with Harry but when she wasn't busy making sure he didn't get himself killed she never once strayed from her routine. Well, today was going to be different.

Hermione packed her quills and ink away, she carefully gathered together her papers and arranged them neatly before packing them into a book so that they didn't get torn. Then she gathered up her things and headed briskly for the door.

She was going to go and challenge Ron to a game of chess, and this time she was going to beat him.

A small blonde head was bent over a table. His face rested heavily in the book before him and Draco Malfoy snored softly. Hermione had to pass right by him on her way out of the library and she felt pity for him. He had looked so much more tired this year, he didn't even try to spar with her anymore he was just sullen and quiet.

Harry was convinced that he was a death eater now, convinced that he had joined the dark side but Hermione just couldn't buy into it. Not really. There was something about him that made her want to look after him. He looked so forlorn, even in sleep.

She sighed, carefully brushing away his hair and making sure he wouldn't suffocate himself with his book. He shivered in his sleep and Hermione transfigured a spare bit of parchment into a blanket tucking it gently around his painfully thin form.

She frowned, something was definitely wrong with him.

A bell tolled signalling he hour and Hermione jolted out of her thoughts. She turned back to the door and left the library leaving a sleeping Draco behind. It really wasn't any of her business.

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