Muggle With Magic

The Holidays

 Outside, snow poured like the rain. Thud, thud, thud, it went. Every splat on the window was satisfying to Draco's ears. Leaning against his side, Harry rested. Peaceful, quiet, beautiful. Opposite him, Ronald's eyes kept darting to the window, like he was waiting for someone to appear. "What?" Draco asked him.

"Huh?" Ron's head snapped to Draco, but his eyes wanted him to stare at the window.

"You keep looking at the window. What for?"

"Oh, er- Lavender." Sheepishly, Ron replied.

Draco scoffed, "Can you not spend five seconds apart?"

"Like you can talk." Ron gestured to them both. "And anyway, I wanted a... well, a bit of space, really."

"Finally realising she's a bit crazy?"

Awkwardly, Ronald shuffled, "It's both of our first relationships... you know? I just... want a bit of time to myself." Draco thought he should just communicate with Lavender. She may be into Divination, but she was not a mind reader. Maybe, if he just told her how he felt, it would be OK. However, Draco was not going to tell him that, afterall, he should be smart enough to figure that out for himself.

For a bit, Draco just thought about Christmas. Everyone in the home would be given a gift, and Draco got books, mainly. He got a record once, but the record player was a thing used by everyone, the record was just brought because he liked the artist: Green Day. He was only allowed to play it when the little kids were gone, so it wasn't very often, but Draco loved it nonetheless.

He didn't miss anyone from the home, but he missed the atmosphere around Christmas time. How all the younger children would glow with excitement, and the tree, and that they'd all eagerly want to put out milk, cookies and carrots for Santa. Solemnly, Draco thought about what it would be like this year.

What did they tell the children about his disappearance? Were the police involved? Maybe it would've been easier for Draco to not leave Grimmauld Place while he's there.

Then, Draco thought about Hogwarts. About his new friends, Blaise and Theo. Blaise was calm, relaxed, yet intense and sharp at the same time. On the other hand, Theo was a firework that didn't stop bursting. Draco couldn't stop laughing at some things that boy said. And, even though he was all these wonderful things, there was a sense of self-preservation.

Like most Slytherins, he was loyal to his family no matter what, and self-preservation was a key. And Draco shared those values, except, his friends were also his family. Harry was his family, Tonks was his family (that one was biological, actually).

Oh, how Harry has been everything Draco wished he and Lewis could have been and more. Harry was there to brighten his day when it was too dim, to distract him when work got too much, to take him flying to loosen up.

Draco just wished he could help Harry with his burdens more than he does. While Harry has told him about his meetings with Dumbledore, about horcruxes, about the Dursleys, Draco wanted to do more than just be there. But he didn't know how.

He wondered what Christmas at Grimmauld Place would be. Most of all, he hoped to enjoy himself. "Won-won!" Lavender waved at Ronald through the window. Every time Draco hears that nickname he doesn't know whether to cringe or to burst out in mocking laughter, "Hi!" She called through the glass. Awkwardly, Ron waved back, cheeks red from embarrassment.

Having an idea, Lavender breathed on the glass - Draco took note to disinfect it after - and started writing in it. Drawing out the letters and making a cross in the middle, a heart around them. "Well isn't that sweet." Draco pouted, condescending.