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"On the first day of Christmas, what will my true love send to me?" Said Draco quietly to himself

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"On the first day of Christmas, what will my true love send to me?" Said Draco quietly to himself.

Draco was in the Slytherin dormitories writing in his old diary. This diary had been a gift from his father, Lucius Malfoy. 

"Dear diary," Draco read aloud.

"It's the first day of Christmas and my father told me I could stay at Hogwarts for the holidays." Was written directly underneath.

He was tapping his quill against his head as if thinking of what else to write in his diary. Looking around for some sort of inspiration of some sort, just waiting to pop up into his head. 

Then he remembered what happened yesterday on the last day of November. 

He remembered distinctly that in Quidditch practice, he saw Harry Potter sitting in the crowd cheering on the Slytherins. Which he thought was very strange for Potter, as he is a Gryffindor and the Slytherins and Gryffindors normally despise each other. 

After thinking for a good few minutes about that, he decided to scribble it all down in his diary, as he had nothing else as interesting to write down.

He stood up at the sound of a knock on his door.

Striding over to open it, he saw a familiar black-haired, green-eyed boy.

It was, of course, Harry Potter.

"What do you want, Potter?" Asked Draco abruptly.

"To tell you that I think you did well at Quidditch practice yesterday." Said Harry quietly.

Draco could tell that Harry was a little shy when he said that, but Draco didn't bother asking why.

"Get lost, Potter." Stammered Draco, blushing at the compliment that Harry gave him.

Harry walked off muttering some words under his breath.

Draco could tell that he was mad because he had not been very nice to Harry. He's always been rude to Harry and Harry's been rude back, so why should today be any different? Draco was lost in thought when suddenly he made a decision to go after Potter and apologize to him. He wasn't going to stop himself this time. Maybe it would be a chance to be friends with Harry? The memory of Harry shutting him down in 1st grade made him feel a bit empty at the time, but now, he was ready to ask again after all those years.

Then he stopped himself.

Maybe today wasn't the day that he would ask Harry to be his friend again. It was almost time for supper anyway.

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Draco sat down at the Slytherin table, grasping on to his robe very tightly. He was mad at himself for stopping him, even though he said no one would be able to.

"Oi Draco, pass me the chicken will you?" Muffled Crabbe with his mouth full of mashed potatoes.

In disgust, Draco handed over the chicken on the left of him.

Draco watched Crabbe and Goyle stuff themselves with food. Draco had not touched his own plate yet. He was still mad at himself and couldn't get the thought of why Harry was there to cheer him and the Slytherins on at practice. 

He took a glimpse at the Gryffindor table just for a few seconds, but what he found was that he came in direct eye contact with Harry.

He put his head down to his food nervously, as he hated having direct eye contact with someone randomly. He was now wondering why Harry was staring at him in the first place?

Yet again, why did he?

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