Bitch is that a mistletoe (drarry)

Tensions are down

Dec 14, 10:46 PM

Around fifty eighth years stayed over Christmas so we decided to host a party. A lot of us were lost in the war and there's not a lot of the graduating class left. The part was actually Dean's idea, a sort of truce between all the houses, he said that we all have shared trauma and that it's silly to stay divided when we had all lost someone.  

Were hosting the party on the quidditch pitch so that we won't bother the other students with noise. 

The party is in full swing now and its actually quite fun, Luna is passing out colorful glasses, Dean and Seamus have already left to go back to sleep in the dorms, and Pansy Parkenson is handling a table full of drinks. I walk over by the base of the hoops where there's a small group of students playing a game on brooms.

"Hey guys," I say, summoning my broom "what're the rules?"

"Hey Harry. Basically you have to take a shot of fire whisky and try to fly straight through all the hoops in a zig zag."

"Sounds pretty dangerous, Im in." I sit in the circle watching Arnie Macmillan crash into the side of the hoop. 

***eeny weeny time skip***

By now I've already crashed about three times and I didn't notice a group of Slytherins join the group.

"OH! Let's play doubles!" A Ravenclaw says.

"Like, two people on one broom?" It's a Hufflepuff this time.

"Yeah it'll be fun!"

I hop on my broom and feel a weight behind me.

"Not. A. Word. Potter." I hear the voice of a familiar blond Slytherin. I blush and face forward. To be honest, I've had a crush on Malfoy since sixth year.

I fly into the air and go smoothly through the first and second hoop but I crash into the side of the third, sending me spiraling through the air.

Malfoy tries to steer for me but it messes me up and we go hurtling into the forbidden forest, away from the party and Hogwarts.

We crash through a huge oak and land on the hard ground with a thump. I sit up and and try to breathe as the landing knocked my breath away.

"Owww." I hear a few feet away from me.

"Malfoy? Where are you?"

"Over here." I walk over to him, he landed stomach first on a huge log. 

"Looks like that hurt."

"No shit! Help me up." I grab his hand, glad that the darkness hides my blush. He stands and winces.

"I think I twisted my ankle." He says and sits back on the forest floor. I tentatively sit next to him, being careful that none of me touches him.

"Hey Potter." He whispers.

"Yeah?"

"I- I wanted to apologize. For, you know, the complete ass I was for most of school." He lets out a light laugh.

"Yeah... I forgave you a long time ago, once I figured out who was really pulling the strings." His smile drops from his face and he looks down at the ground.

"I didn't want to... I mean..." 

"No, I get it. We both were forced into a war we shouldn't have been fighting."

"What do you mean?" He looks at me quizzically.

"I never wanted to fight you know. I just wanted to be a normal kid. I found out that I was sort of being raised to die."

"Like a pig to the slaughter." He says.

"What?"

"It was something my father used to say to me."

"Little bit of a twisted thing to say."

"I know right?" He laughs. "What was your childhood like? I used to imagine that you were doted on by everyone but your personality doesn't seem to fit that upbringing."

"I was raised by my aunt and uncle."

"I know that, I used to make fun of you for it." He says.

"Yeah. Did you know they were muggles?" He looks shocked. 

"I didn't know muggles were allowed to know about who you are."

"They didn't, treated me like shit though. Until I got my Hogwarts letter I slept in The broom closet underneath the stairs."

"Wow..." He leans back against the log.

"What about you?" I ask him.

"I was mostly raised by my Nannie, didn't see my father much until I was maybe 7."

"Did your father really hear about all the things you said he would?" He laughs.

"No, I hardly told him anything actually."

We sit there in contented silence for a few moments.

"How are we going to get back?" He asks. Mt broom flew off into the woods and he can't walk that well.

"We can't apperate right?" I ask.

"No, not on the grounds."

"We could just wait for someone to find us?"

"I guess it's the best option we have."

His head starts to nod and he lays it on my shoulder. I blush beet red.

"Malfoy what're you doing!" I whisper. Then I realize, he's fallen asleep on me.

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Authors note: Im on my computer so I cant do my normal bold writing so you have to deal with this. Thanks for sticking around, the editing of this chapter took way longer than I thought. 

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