Snatched; Draco Malfoy

eight

The first week of the Christmas holidays were basically a blur. My parents were, as they said, always busy with work.

I had the house all to myself. Well I had Madeline with me but she stayed in her room, sending letters to her friends.

I longed to see Draco. His company was enough to put a smile on my face. I hadn't heard from him all week. I didn't write a letter to him either. I was scared. Maybe he was too. Draco seemed too perfect to be scared.

The night before Christmas Eve my parents came home and were cheerier than usual.
"You're father and I have some exciting news!" My mother began, practically bouncing.

"I was given a promotion at work! I'm now part of the high class Ministry! I would tell you more but I'm sure that doesn't interest you girls!" my dad announced, pouring himself a glass of wine.

"That's great Dad! But tell me, why is mum looking like we just won the lottery?" I asked looking at mum who was still looking happy as anything.

Dad was about to say something but Mum cut across him.

"We get invited to all the grand parties now! How exciting! There's one tomorrow night and people aged sixteen and over can come!" Mum said happily.

She really did love parties. "I've said you're going Poppy. Don't make a fuss." She added on, grabbing a glass.

"Mum! There'll be no one that I know! I'll just be sitting there in the corner doing nothing!" Though truth was, I loved parties.

Fred and George threw loads last year until we were caught by Umbridge. My scars still haven't healed.

"Well I've said you're going to the Ministry Board so you're going and that's final." She ordered, taking a swig of champagne.

"I'll go if you don't want to Poppy." Madeline whispered to me.
"You'll do no such things Madeline. You're far too young. You'll need a babysitter!"
"Mum I'm 13! I don't need a babysitter anymore!" Maddie whined.

I slipped out of the lounge as to avoid listening to their bickering. I got into my pyjamas and got out a price of fresh parchment and my favorite ink quill.

To Draco, I began. I needed to have some contact with him. Maybe a letter was the perfect way to do it.

I started to write, letting my emotions pour out into a single piece of parchment. I finished after about twenty minutes and felt as though a weight was lifted off my shoulders.

After re-reading it however, i realized how pathetic it was. I sounded like a silly little girl, writing in a diary about her secret crush. I ripped it up and sighed, flopping onto my bed.

I was dreadfully bored. I thought being away from Hogwarts was what i needed. But truth was, i almost wish i were back.

I snuggled down into my duvet and thought about every interaction with Draco. Soon enough, i wandered off to sleep, my head full of happiness

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Okay so I didn't do a good job with this chapter but i needed to set the scene a little before our next chapter.