How Is This Happening? [Harry Potter]

Chapter Two

DRACO'S P.O.V.

 I woke up at 6:15 AM, my hair messed up and my covers strewn everywhere. I sat up and rubbed my eyes sleepily and stood up, stretching and yawning.

  I got dressed and went downstairs to Mother and Father at the table. Mother was talking to a servant and Father was reading The Daily Prophet, sipping some tea. There was a fairly large pile of presents by my place at the table, close to toppling over.

  "Morning, Father. Mother. Happy Christmas." I sat at the table, putting my napkin in my lap and moving my presents to the floor, and ate my breakfast first.

  "Draco, dear, open your presents." Mother said, turning back to the table, the servant walking away quickly to get something for her.

  "Yes, Draco, open your presents so we can be on our way." Father said, not looking up.

  I was going to open them after my breakfast, but I didn't want to disobey Father, so I opened my presents and got the usual- except for one. It was a lumpy, medium sized package. I decided to open it, and inside was a green Christmas jumper with a yellowish D on it. A letter was attached.

  Dear Mr. Malfoy,

Since you are spending the evening with my family, I thought that you should be able to be an honorary Weasley and wear a traditional Christmas jumper. I hand-made it, and everyone in the family gets one. I hope you wear it to the house.

~Mrs. Weasley

Oh. So... Mrs. Weasley knit me a sweater..?

  "Father, should I oblige to this letter?" I asked, handing it to him and showing his the green jumper.

  "Well, Draco, it would be polite, seeing as we are their "guests," and are staying in their hovel. I suppose you must wear it. It might enable you to fit in with Potter and his friends." He replied while skimming the note.

  I sighed quietly. "Yes, Father. Mother, what do you think?" I asked, looking in her direction.

  "Well, if you were in her place, wouldn't you feel flattered?" She answered.

  I nodded and opened the rest of my gifts. I got the usual Quidditch things, and a new broom kit. I thanked my parents and took the jumper upstairs to change, seeing we were to leave soon.

  I got to my room and set the sweater on my bed, and got some proper clothing from my wardrobe to wear, including a white collared shirt, black dress pants, and some black dress shoes. I put them on and got my plain black robes from my wardrobe as well, and brought it downstairs after I was dressed.

  During that time, my parents had gotten ready. I had also combed through my hair so it wasn't messy, and put my robes on. I was to side-apparate with Mother, while Father went ahead.

  "Dear, are you ready to go?" She asked, fixing my collar. "You look dashing in that jumper, Draco. Just don't tell your father or the Weasleys, okay? It'll be our little secret."

  I smiled at her. "Thank you, Mother. I'm ready, let's go." I took her hand and we disapparated.

  When I was able to catch my breath again, I looked at the house before us- if it even counted as a house. It was slanted and was several stories high, as if held up by magic. Which, it probably was.

  Father was already walking towards the building in long strides. Mother and I hurried up to catch him. We made it just before he knocked at the door.

  A flaming-red haired woman answered the door, and she seemed to be quite busy. "Ah, you've made it, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy. I see you brought Draco as well? Come in, come in."

  She beckoned us to enter, and what I saw amazed me. There were pans flipping on their own, and knives cutting potatoes on cutting boards. There was a bizarre clock with nine hands on the wall, all pointing to  Home. I looked around in amazement at the hustle, while walking inside. Sitting at the table were none other than the trio themselves: Potter, Weasley, and the Mudblood Granger. 

  Granger noticed us come in and nudged the two boys, gesturing to my direction. Weasley and Potter turned to look in my direction, and I looked away so they wouldn't notice me watching them.

  Mrs. Weasley turned to them. "Okay, kids. Off with you!" She said, shooing them.

  "You too, Draco. Go play." Father said. I slowly followed after them, heading up the long staircase.

  I made it to the top, and knocked on the door. "Come in, Malfoy." I heard Weasley say. I opened the door and entered the room, and looked around. There was a mass of orange, with the Chudley Cannons on the walls and bed spread.

  Weasley looked at the jumper I was wearing. "So Mum made you a Weasley jumper too?"

  I nodded. "Got it this morning." I noticed that Weasley was wearing a maroon one with an R on it, Granger was wearing a lavender one with a book, and Potter was wearing a scarlet one with an H. 

  "It was with my usual presents, so I of course unwrapped it first, seeing it as out of the ordinary." I added. Weasley almost smiled.

  "Hearing that would make Mum real happy. She loves Christmas." Weasley said.

  Granger glanced at Potter and spoke. "Malfoy, why don't you have a seat?" She asked. I nodded and sat in a chair by the door. It was strangely comfortable.

  Potter, after staying silent for a while, spoke. "How strange is this for you? Being here and all, with your enemies?"

  I smirked. "To be completely honest, I was surprised by your interior when I walked in, Weasley. Very busy, unlike my own home. It's always quiet, plain, and still, while here it's very noisy and distracting. I thought all wizard homes were like mine. Just... boring."

  Potter looked at me. "That's exactly how I felt when I first came here in Second year.  I thought it was simply magnificent. Strange, huh?" He said, smiling lightly.

  "Yes, I suppose. I've never been to other houses so I didn't have experience. Your mother seems nice, Weasley. What's she like?" I asked. The more I thought about it, the more I started to question why I started to hate Potter in the first place, besides the fact he denied my friendship.

  He rolled his eyes jokingly. "You've only seen the guest side of her. That woman is a beast. I guess having seven children does that to a person, doesn't it?"

  "I suppose so. But yours are nothing compared to mine." I added as an afterthought.

  Granger looked confused. "What do you mean? You're an only child."

  "I may be on my own, but Mother is very protective over me and barely lets me do anything. And Father... He never seems to be content with what I achieve and always wants me to do better... Never mind what he does when he's mad..." I started rambling and covered my mouth, my face reddening.

  They looked at me, concerned. "What does he do..? If you don't mind us asking." Weasley said quietly. 

  I thought about avoiding the question, but then I thought, the mission. I need to be friends with them, for the Minister. 

  "Er... Promise not to say anything..?" I said slowly, wondering if I could trust them.

  All three of them nodded. "Draco, what does he do..?" Granger asked hesitantly.

  Her comment made me more confident in telling them, for one reason. She called me by my name, and not by my surname.

  "Well... You remember at the World Cup, how he hit me with his cane..? Well, let me put it simply: it's worse than that. Ten times worse. I can never seem to impress him..." I trailed off, looking down. Damn, I hope this works. I thought.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Granger- I mean Hermione- looking at Ron and Harry. They nodded and walked over to me and hugged me. I was so surprised by their action, and was speechless for a moment. I didn't even comment about a Mudblood touching me. It didn't matter.

  They cared.