Double Trouble || Draco Malfoy x Reader

Christmas with the Weasleys || chapter one-hundred and four

The Christmas Holidays were already here. Snow danced quietly outside of the trains windows, and the usually grassy hills that smoothly rolled by were sugar-coated in a soft blanket of winter white.

Forest pines stretched high into the sky here and there, and tiny villages could be seen in the distance- the little thatched cottages decorated beautifully with tiny dazzling Christmas lights, and children could be seen running around, playing in the snow, making snow angels, and building snowmen while their parents happily watched— steam leaking out of the warm mugs they clutched.

Draco watched from besides me, resting his head gently against my shoulder. 'That'll be us one day...' he murmurs quietly in my ear, stealing a glance at me from the side of his eye. I turn my head slightly to look at him, a soft smile gracing my face.

'Yes... yes it will...' I agree softly, lightly stroking the side of his face with my hand. 'And I look forward to it just as much as you do.'

Draco smiles softly at me, pressing the side of his face against my own— the pair of us enjoying each others warmth in comfortable silence.

Asides from Blaise Zabini acting extremely sketchy, and a single pregnancy scare, there was nothing that particularly effected either of us. The year was remotely calm. Too calm.

No scowling dementors at every entrance, no supposed 'mad prisoner' breaking into the castle, no running from werewolves and a swarm of hundreds of dementors all at once, no soaring across Hogwarts on a hippogriff to save your friends godfather, no oddly mad Professor, no Triwizard Tournament, no watching dragons flame your friends arse, falling through broken ice, watching your friend hardly make it out of both the second and third task alive, one of them failing to do so, no dealing with psychotic professors like Umbridge, no secret organisations to learn magic, no overly cruel punishments or detentions, no breaking into the ministry, no nothing. None of it.

I couldn't remember the last time I had a peaceful year at Hogwarts, and it still felt too soon to admit it now.

Harry and Ron shared our compartment in the train, the pair of them talking, like always.

'Unbreakable Vow. You sure that's what Snape said?' Ron narrows his eyes, staring unconvinced at Harry.

'Positive. Why?' Harry asks, looking up at Ron through his round thin-framed glasses.

'It's just... you can't break an Unbreakable Vow.'

'I-I worked that much out for myself, funny enough.' Harry said, sarcasm dripping off his tongue.

'You don't understand—,' Ron started to speak until he was caught off guard, his eyes turning to the compartment door. 'Oh bloody hell...'

Lavender Brown stood outside our compartment, blowing lightly so her hot breath made a small circle of condensation against the cold glass of the windowpane.

'Ron, tell her to bog off.' Draco groans, looking away from the girl in disgust. Instead, he stuffs his face in the crook of my neck, his eyes focusing on the window that showed the outside world— rather than the inside one.

Lifting a fingertip to the glass, Lavender drew a small crescent on one side, and another identical one on the other, forming a heart. Inside it she drew an 'R' and next to it she drew a '+ L'.