the girl with all of the choices

o n e h u n d r e d f i v e

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december twenty-fifth- a sudden schism

~ Draco ~

The best Christmas of my life was Christmas of 1995 when I spent the holiday with my witch and her family in Muggle London. Despite being so far away and removed from everything that I had known, I felt completely safe the entire time. Comfortable even, more so when I was in my arms or she was in mine. So many important things happened during that holiday. And the whole thing was completely and utterly perfect.

This was a close second. Having her here, absolutely enthralled with the idea of her friends and mine becoming further acquainted, wholly consumed by her glee, was perfect. Having my friends here with my witch was perfect. Even having her friends here, while not perfect by my standards, was perfect by hers, which meant that it was still perfect.

She fell asleep last night, or rather, early this morning, in my arms. She was leaning back up against my chest, one of my favourite ways to hold her. When I had eventually felt the need to sleep, I placed a cushioning charm over her so that I could manoeuvre her to my side without waking her. It worked flawlessly, of course, and I was able to fall asleep with my arms still around her and my face nuzzled into the back of her neck, holding her from behind as we drifted into slumber.

I awoke before her this morning, relishing in the time that I got to spend with myself, savouring the feeling of her in my arms. I always slept with her like that, holding her as if it was the last chance I would ever have to do so. I also always slept with my wand under my pillow, but the two were connected for the reason that I was deathly terrified of losing her.

At this point, it was probably my biggest fear. Above death. And spiders. I would rather die than have to interact with one of those absolutely awful and demonic eight-legged creatures. But I would take on spiders and death if it meant that I didn't have to lose her.

But, that wasn't a realistic fear at this moment. She was here, curled up in my arms. She was positioned in the same way that she was when she had once called herself the 'little spoon.' That day, when I showed her I had no idea what she was talking about, she explained it. She was almost always the little spoon, and I loved it. She was my little spoon. My Puff. My witch.

Last night, when she had begun to arrange the blankets and the pillows while handing out random jumpers that appeared in the cupboard, she was radiant, absolutely glowing with pure joy at the gift that I had apparently given her. Her words, not mine.

Once everyone was settled then, she pulled me into our bedroom and snogged me silly. It was unexpected and perfect and absolutely brilliant. Well, she was all of those things, as always. After she had decided that we had left her friends and mine alone long enough, she pulled off her sweater, the green one that I adored, and shrugged on one of my Quidditch practice jumpers, the jade one with my name and number on the back. But, she made a big point of continuing to wear the necklace that I had given her that one Christmas at her parents' house.

"You've given up a lot for me, and I know that you like to have me all to yourself. So, it's a reminder that I'm all yours. I'm always yours."

It was borderline erotic to watch her as she bounded between her friends with my necklace hanging proudly from her form. I knew that she always wore it, but she usually kept it tucked under her jumpers, especially after the incident with the Carrows. But now, the emerald stone was out for everyone to see. Something about it just set my heart ablaze. She slept with it on too, which was just the cherry on top of the cake.

I wasn't just awake before my witch, but I was the first one awake out of everyone this morning. However, it didn't last long, as I was soon joined by my friends. The second best part of yesterday, other than making my witch happy and seeing her ecstatic, was the way my friends had acted.