Hermione's POV:
I'm woken up by small hands shaking me. I open my eyes and see Ginny, red hair and all, standing over me. "Hermione, wake up!" Panic washes over me and I sit up violently.
"What? What happened? Is everyone okay?" I push the covers off and scramble for my slippers.
"Hermione! Hermione!" I look at her and she laughs. "Happy Christmas, Hermione." Color floods my cheeks and I feel slight shame.
"Happy Christmas, Ginny." I follow her down the stairs and to the tree. I hear the boys conversing softly. Harry sees me and jumps up to hug me, and Ron smiles at me. "Happy Christmas, Harry. Happy Christmas, Ron." They reply in same, and then Ron stands up and smiles at me. Then he speaks.
"I think you forgot somebody." And from behind the Christmas tree, the voice I hear every night in my dreams speaks.
"Happy Christmas, Hermione." And Draco Malfoy steps into view.
A/N: I don't even know what my life is. I'm on vacation, and I'm sitting in the condo writing fanficton instead of exploring the snow.
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Confessions of a Granger
FanfictionHermione Granger has many secrets, and she should probably confess a few. So why don't we start with the most difficult of all? His name is Draco Malfoy.
