Chosen (Draco x OC)

Hogsmeade- 12

"It seems I have you wrapped around my finger, Blondie." I smiled and put my arms where his chest was. "All I needed to do was kiss you once and now you can't get enough it seems."

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The snow was really coming down outside at it was freezing. I groaned at the weather. 

"Why on earth are we going to Hogsmeade in this weather?" I shivered, moving closer to where Ron was stood.

"Eden, your parents are related to Harry. Why couldn't they just approve for him to travel with us?" Hermione asked, fixing the scarf around her neck.

"They aren't his legal guardians." I shrugged, taking both Hermione and Rons arm and walking down the path.

"Now that they know you're related to Harry." Hermione wiped some snow off my shoulder, "Can't your parents become his legal guardian?

I stopped walking and gave Hermione a hug which she returned gratefully. 

"You really are brilliant! I'll talk to them about it soon." I said excitedly. "Maybe he can spend Christmas with us."

"Harry's already got Christmas plans." Ron assured me.

"Ronald." Hermione tilted forward to glare at him.

"Maybe next year then." I replied.

Ron was his best friend. 

"I'm still exhausted from Nevilles party." Hermione changed the subject. "Even though it was a few days ago.

"Blimey, that kid can party." Ron made a face and agreed.

"I'm glad he had a good time." I smiled, remembering the party.

On the Sunday after the party, I woke up in Dracos bed alone. There hadn't been a note or anything as to where he was so I just gathered my belongings and went back to my room, only a little sad he hadn't been there.

"I saw you dancing with, Cedric." Hermione and Ron exchanged a glance, raising there eyebrows.

"Okay? I danced with a lot of people." I said defensively.

We walked up to an old fence peering into a view of an old house.

"It's meant to be one of the most haunted places in Britain." Hermione tilted her head and looked at the house. "Did I mention that?"

"Twice." Ron took a step back, laughing a little.

"Do you want to move a bit closer?" I suggested, putting my hand on the fence.

"Huh?" Ron stepped back, looking confused.

"To the shrieking shack." I said obviously, pointing toward the house.

"Actually, I'm fine here." Ron said meekly and hung his head.

"Sounds like fun." Hermione replied enthusiastically, up for an adventure.

"Well. Well. Look who's here." Draco and his goons appeared behind us.

Hermione was in between Ron and I, so she took a step forward.

"You two shopping for your new dream home?" He snickered in the direction  of Ron and Hermione, not acknowledging that I was stood right there. "Bit grand for you isn't it weasel bee?"

I rolled my eyes and replied in an annoyed tone, "Must you insult everyone in your path?

"Don't your family sleep in one room?" Draco continued, ignoring my comment.