A/N I'm off school today because I am unable to walk and so I've written an extra chapter for today
It was finally morning and Sylvia woke up with Sam's arms wrapped around her waist. It was nearly the end of the term and the Christmas holiday was coming up. It had become a regular thing for Sylvia to wake up on the weekends, wrapped in Sam's embrace. She tried to escape to get out of bed for breakfast and get ready for her second to last day of term. However, she could not. Every time she tried to sit up, his arms would tighten, disallowing her to get u.
"Sam. Babe as much as I love you, we still have school toady and I need food. Can I get up now?" Sylvia finally decided to ask if she could get up as her current attempts of doing so have failed.
"5 more minutes." Sam mumbled into Sylvia's neck. She frowned, looking at the clock.
"Sam, baby, we're going to be late for breakfast if you take any longer. Plus, if you get up, I might come and visit you at the 3rd year table for a few minutes. I'm friends with everyone there anyway and the teachers don't really care."
"Fineeeee. But this weekend, I'm coming to visit you at your house so you can make up for the time we lost cuddling because you wanted to eat." He groaned.
"Sure. You can meet my parents and my sister and then for the last week, I'll meet your family. How does that sound?" Sylvia asked as she giggled.
"That's fine by me as long as I get to spend some time with you." Sam replied, forgetting about Pansy as he finally released Sylvia.
It was finally the last day and Sylvia had to go all the way to Sam's shared dorm and make sure that he was packed. He wasn't so she helped him and the other people who were struggling to fit things in. they all got down to the great hall and Sylvia kissed Sam's cheek before walking to the 1st year table and sat with a few boys from the Quidditch team. She hugged her friends goodbye before setting off to find Viktor within the hall. When she finally found him, she luckily caught him not eating so she could jump on his back. She wasn't properly balanced and so she fell on the ground behind her, evidently pulling Viktor down with her. They both sat on the floor laughing as was the whole hall, including the teachers. They eventually got up off the floor and she patted him on the head, saying goodbye and that she would owl him his gift on Christmas Eve. She walked up to the teacher's table and wished each of them a Merry Christmas, giving each Professor a gift. When she gave Karkaroff his, he pulled her closer and whispered words into her ear,
"Remember, after your second year, I shall see you again for a perilous tournament and he shall rise once more. The dark lord shall return." As he leaned back, both of their faces broke out into grins. You see, Sylvia was a major supporter of the dark lord and she wished to become a death eater and serve under him as Lucius had and will again soon. Her favourite subjects were even potions, as Snape had taught her a lot, and Defence Against the Dark Arts.
As the students got on the boat home, she scanned the crowd for Sam. She found him waiting in the same place they had met. She walked over to him and smiled.
"Ready? My parents said it was okay for you to come over and that your family was welcome to come for Christmas dinner."
"My parents also said it was fine for me to stay. I don't know about Christmas dinner though. I'll ask them. But of now, let's get on the boat before it leaves without us."
As the boat docked, the two got off, holding hands, as not to lose one another in the crowd. They got their luggage and walked over to where her parent told her they would pick her up from. After a while of waiting, Sylvia heard a familiar high-pitched squeal and spun around on one foot to face where the noise came from.
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