Christmas at Hogwarts
Summary: A Christmas Feast at Hogwarts.
Rating: G
A/N - One word prompt request - “Christmas” for Hermione/Draco, from rubyred7531
Christmas at Hogwarts
The nearly empty Great Hall made Draco’s pale blond hair stand out even more than usual.
He was one of only two Slytherins who had returned for another go at their seventh year. The other being Millicent Bulstrode, and she had gone home for the winter break like so many other students. Harry had told her that Mrs Malfoy would be released from custody soon, but not until after Christmas, leaving Draco no choice but to spend it at Hogwarts.
Draco was eating alone; the younger Slytherins farther down the table, effectively ignoring him.
Hermione clenched her fists, unsure if she was making the right decision, then slid onto the bench across from him. “Draco.”
She held her breath for three full seconds before he lifted his head and narrowed his eyes at her, as if he were trying to figure out what she was playing at. “Granger.” He grimaced and immediately corrected himself. “Hermione.”
Silence reigned for the next few minutes as they ate. Hermione had started to think she should consider herself lucky that Draco had acknowledge her presence at all when he spoke. “Have you finished the Herbology essay yet?”
It wasn’t much, but it was something.
Rating: G
A/N - One word prompt request - “Christmas” for Hermione/Draco, from rubyred7531
Christmas at Hogwarts
The nearly empty Great Hall made Draco’s pale blond hair stand out even more than usual.
He was one of only two Slytherins who had returned for another go at their seventh year. The other being Millicent Bulstrode, and she had gone home for the winter break like so many other students. Harry had told her that Mrs Malfoy would be released from custody soon, but not until after Christmas, leaving Draco no choice but to spend it at Hogwarts.
Draco was eating alone; the younger Slytherins farther down the table, effectively ignoring him.
Hermione clenched her fists, unsure if she was making the right decision, then slid onto the bench across from him. “Draco.”
She held her breath for three full seconds before he lifted his head and narrowed his eyes at her, as if he were trying to figure out what she was playing at. “Granger.” He grimaced and immediately corrected himself. “Hermione.”
Silence reigned for the next few minutes as they ate. Hermione had started to think she should consider herself lucky that Draco had acknowledge her presence at all when he spoke. “Have you finished the Herbology essay yet?”
It wasn’t much, but it was something.