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It was Monday morning and Hogwarts was slow to start. It was only a few days after Hermione had spent the night at the Malfoy Manor but she still thought about the night often. Even working in the library couldn't take her mind off of Draco. She couldn't help but think about the way he talked to her and told her everything that had been hurting him for so long. She wanted to run into the potions room and give him a big hug. Painfully she remembered that he had his eyes on someone else. Hermione wished she had asked more about the girl but at they time she just wanted to help him.

The weeks went by fast, flying into the christmas season. All the children were beginning to get excited for the big break. Hermione was anything but thankful for the break. She had seen Draco off and on but wasn't sure if he still wanted to get together over break. To avoid feeling obtrusive, Hermione had stopped asking about Draco's letter to the mystery girl. It hurt to think about it for her and Draco clearly didn't like talking about relationships.

Draco stood outside and watched the last of the children leave for break. He remembered when he went to the school and everyone had been so excited. For multiply reasons he was never a big fan of christmas. He didn't mind getting gifts, obviously. But he really despised everyone singing, and dancing, and decorating their houses. He especially hated all the "Happy Christmas"-ing.

"Happy Christmas!" said a familiar voice behind him. Draco turned to see Hermione striding toward him.

"Happy Christmas," he said back in a rather dark tone.

"Don't tell me that you don't like Christmas!"

"I don't mind it..."

"'Mind it'." Hermione rolled her eyes and stepped closer to Draco. "So, I know you don't want me to ask, but is that special someone going to get that letter or not?"

"Yes," he said, "I've sent it."

"Oh," she said surprised. "So will you two be spending Christmas together?"

"It appears so." He watched as Hermione nodded slowly. "What will you be doing for Christmas?"

"Oh, I...I might go see my parents but they've been planning a vacation for the two of them for a really long time. I don't really want to get in the way of that. They kinda need to get away for a while, if you know what I mean."

"I see," Draco lied. He had no idea what she meant, in fact, she hadn't even answered his question.

"Well, I really have to get some books put away. I just came out to say 'hello' I wasn't sure if you were leaving but you were just brooding."

"I wasn't bro-" Hermione was already gone.

The holidays came all to fast for Hermione. She had spent so much time avoiding the Potions Professor that she had nearly forgotten to plan anything for Christmas. Naturally, she loved Christmas, but she had forgotten to write to Ron or Harry. It was one Christmas where Hermione Granger was utterly alone.

She sat in her room on the sofa eating a box of cookies that the Headmistress had given to all the Hogwarts staff. She had already eaten half the box with plans of finishing it before the Christmas specials were over. Hermione had broght a muggle TV with her to her room when she got the position of librarian. Although she had never been much for watching TV, her room seemed strangly incomplete without one and her parents insisted.

The old reruns of "Frosty the Snowman" and "Rudolf the Red-Nosed Raindeer" were just barely enough to entertain Hermione. She felt guilty eating away her Christmas in front of a TV but she wasn't sure what else to do. The Weasleys weren't expecting her, and they had too many people as it was. She couldn't get home in time to see her family. But what made her the saddest was that she couldn't see Draco. She could only imagine the lucky girl cuddling up close to him. Spending Christmas with the Slytherin was all Hermione wanted to do.

Draco sat in the comfort of his room located near the Potions class room. He watched the fire spark up and settle down for what seemed like hours on end. Where was the bird?! He cursed in his head. She should be here by now? Didn't she get the letter?

He couldn't help but wonder if the wonderful girl he had fallen so hard for was ignoring him. Maybe she didn't want to spend Christmas with him after all. Draco sighed and used his wand to put another piece of wood on the flames.

"Maybe, I should go check on her," Draco said to himself standing up.

Hermione lied on her sofa, surrounded by candy wrappers and opened envolopes. She had received several Christmas card from her parents, Ron, Harry and Ginny. Even Luna had sent her a card, but not Draco. By now she had given up on him and decided that Christmas this year was going to be small and quiet.

The old Christmas shows arroused several different feelings in her. They were the shows she had always watched from her father's lap eating Christmas dinner that her mother had made. They brought her back to a far more simple time.

The tons of chocolate that Hermione had engulfed hadn't seemed to take effect. They made her even more homesick and lonely. Suddenly, to her horror there was a knock on the door. For an instant she thought that if she stayed quiet enough the person at the door might think no one was home. But then she remembered that the TV buzzed with the sound of the Muppet's Christmas Carol. Hermione stood up and pulled her pajamas closer, in an attempt to make herself look slightly more presentable.

"Hello," Hermione answered the door, "if you don't mind I'm a bit bu-" She lost her words when she realized who was at her door.

"Sorry," Draco appologized, "I just..." he paused hearing the TV. Hermione silently cursed herself for leaving the volume so loud. "I see," he ran his hands through his hair and stuck them deep down in his pockets, "you have company."

"Oh, no," she giggled. "It's just my television. Umm...it's just a muggle thing... it makes lots of noise."

"Muggle thing? So, you're alone?"

"Yeah," her anger towards him was beginning to come back. "So, I thought you had a date or something?"

"Yeah?" he paused, "so did I. I guess she didn't want to come."

"Well, good for her," she said beginning to close the door on the Slytherin.

"Wait, Hermione!" He held the door open. His face hung only centimeters from hers. "Please tell me what's wrong! Why are you mad at me?"

"I thought we were going to spend Christmas together..."

"So did I."

"Yeah, well, now you have your bloody girlfriend so what do you need me for? Hmm?"

"Girlfriend? Hermione, the only girl I talk to is...wait...you didn't get it?"

"Get what?" Hermione asked just wanting to be left alone.

"My letter."

"What letter?"

"Bloody hell, Granger, I thought you were the smart one of the bunch?!" Draco sighed and pushed open the door. "Hermione, that girl I was telling you about..."

"Yeah, the one I helped you write the letter for?"

"Yeah," Draco moved his body closer to hers, "that girl is you." When his words suddenly clicked with Hermione's mind her heart began to flutter. A small blush came to her cheeks.

"It was?"

"It was." Draco pulled Hermione into him and pressed his lips against hers. She wrapped her arms around him and leaned deeper into the kiss.

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