A Dramione Christmas Carol

A/N: A Christmas story for the Dramione lovers out there. This is a one shot so I hope you enjoy. I really loved writing it. Also, if you haven't already, check out the story I'm writing, ( It's called our beautiful insanity also Dramione), please do. Ignore grammar mistakes, I wrote this in two days so I did not have a lot of time. (OBS:I have changed Draco's birthday because it's important for the plot sorry.)

Draco Malfoy was walking home from a long day at work. He swaggered his way down the street in his black suit, throwing his blonde hair back as he walked. The lonely roads were covered in sparkling Christmas lights that shone almost as bright as the stars up on the dark winter sky. He smiled at himself as he apparated home.

Night 1:

Draco awoke startled by a loud sound. He glanced around his room, but it was dark and he couldn't see anything. He figured he had just imagined the sound so he went back to sleep. The second his eyes closed, another sound appeared. This time he could see what is was. A very old man was standing by a Christmas tree in his room, that he btw couldn't remember ever buying. "What...the...who the hell are you?" Draco asked in both anger and fear.

DO YOU KNOW WHO IT IS? I BET YOU DO!

"My...my...Mr. Malfoy, don't you remember your own headmaster?" The voice belonged to the one and only Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

Draco's eyes lit up. He had to be imagining this whole situation. Dumbledore was dead. He had died 5 years ago, in the astronomy tower, right in front of his very own eyes.

"Is that how you greet and old man? Honestly Mr. Malfoy, I thought your parents had raised you better than that." The old man teased with a sparkle in his eyes.

This made Draco tense even more. He hadn't seen his parents in quite a long time. His dad was in Azkaban, while his mother sadly had passed away last year.

"Professor...why...what...do you care to explain this to me?" Draco's whole face was shaped as a question mark, much like saint potters face used to be in every class except dada.

"Have you ever heard the story; a Christmas carol?" the old professor asked raising his white brows.

"Err...well...yes actually my mother made me watch it once." The thought of his dead mother made his stomach twist.

"Well my dear boy, this is quite like that. If you have heard the story you know the drill."

Draco observed the old man who was currently busy decoration the Christmas tree. He suddenly busted out laughing. "Ehm...so your like my fairy godmother?!" Draco was having way too much fun.

"More like you guardian angel." The old man said.

"So now, would you like to join me?" Dumbledore offered. Draco didn't want to, but he didn't really think it was an offer, more like a polite commando. So he took the professors hand.

......

Suddenly they were standing in the Slytherin common room. Draco watched intensely as two young boys came running down the stairs. He jumped as they ran straight through him. "Ouch!" He exclaimed.

"Oh come on. You can't feel it, stop being such a baby." Sneered the old professor.

"Why are we here?" Asked Draco.

"I thought you said you have watched the movie! I'm going to show you your past, present and future, and then you are going to be all 'I want to change my life. I need to become a better man'."

Draco just watched the old man trying to imitate his own voice. It was scary how crazy this man was. Even though he technically was dead.

His thoughts drained out as he looked at the two boys. The dark hair one was a young Blaise Zabini, while he made the other one out to be himself. He remembered this Christmas. Blaise's parents went on a business meeting along with Draco's parents, so the boys had to stay in school.