It Came Upon a Midnight Clear {draco, hermione, narcissa}
title; it came upon a midnight clear
author; elenaface. fictitious_burn
rating; pg-13
word count; 1310
summary; [for dramionedrabble] "I'm sorry that you have lost them. I haven't lost my parents so I can't say I quite understand. I can only guess what you feel." Draco shrugged nonchalantly. "I used to get whatever I wanted for Christmas." He squeezed her hand gently and turned to look at her, tears glazing over his eyes, "I think this is the first Christmas that I won't." Hermione was particularly pained by those words. There were now probably only a few minutes before Christmas Day - if it had not already been Christmas Day - and she was starting to feel a boost of renewed Christmas spirit. "You never know what could happen before the day is over."
notes; written for 12. "Okay, this is extremely important. Will you please tell Santa that instead of presents this year, I just want my family back?" this story is DH-compliant as in events of the war. i guess a little fluff on Hermione's part?
disclaimer; don't own a thing, it's all Rowling's, that genius.
"You don't have to celebrate Christmas alone." It was the first of nice things out of many to come that Hermione Granger had ever said to Draco Malfoy. The man had been sitting in a cafe at night as it neared midnight on Christmas Eve, holding a cup of warm coffee as if it were the only real thing left. Hermione had been dragged throughout the city of London with her two best friends Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley, as they each had gripped her arms and trounced happily along cobblestone paths and snowy walkways. She had stopped into the cafe to get a coffee and when the two of them pressed their faces into the glass to see what she was doing, she waved them away. She ordered a coffee and had gone to sit next to a rather lonely Draco Malfoy.
And that was when she had said those words: "You don't have to celebrate Christmas alone."
He had only looked up at her with bright grey eyes and a sneer on his face. "You've got it all wrong. You don't have to. Which is why you have your family and friends. On the other hand, I have lost all of my family and friends. I guess I finally got what I deserved." His fingers clenched the cup he was holding and his knuckles turned white. Hermione frowned, pressing her lips together. Normally, what did she care? It was bloody Draco Malfoy. But something was tugging at her heart strings. If anything, Christmas was the one holiday everyone deserved to be happy for. "No one deserves to be alone, no matter what they have done." She stood up as her coffee arrived and Draco stubbornly turned his head away from her.
She took her coffee in one hand and she presented him with her other. She didn't say anything but simply held her hand out and watched him carefully. At first, he started to steal glances at her hand - soft and small in comparison to his, and no doubt warm. Finally, he turned his full attention to it and gave it a long, hard stare. "I don't owe you anything, Granger," he definitively spat. Hermione smiled warmly. "I know. But you do owe it to yourself," she said with a cheesy smile. The blonde snorted, but took her hand as he stood up. She smiled at him and as he opened his mouth to - no doubt - object what was going on, she said, "Shh. There's no need to say anything. We can just be silent."
That was exactly what happened. No longer concerned with Harry and Ron, Hermione led Draco outside, away from her friends and down the snow-covered streets of London. She still was holding his hand but it was more of a mother to child relationship than a cutesy and romantic one. She couldn't tell what he was thinking, but he seemed to exude a comfortable aura. That was at least a start. Finally, he broke the silence. "I just want my family back from Christmas. But that can't be done." Hermione very well knew that Draco's father had passed away shortly after the end of the war. Perhaps it was from stress, perhaps someone had killed him, but he had died with "a peaceful look on his face" - a quote she had obtained from Arthur Weasley, whom somehow had been in on seeing it. Draco's mother had left him a note two months later saying that she was going to seek refuge in another country and hopefully come back to him when she could properly do her job as a mother. That incident had been over four years ago. It had been hard for the Malfoy heir to cope with this - especially given his unorthodox reunion with all of his family members. The curly-haired witch didn't know what quite to say.
"I'm sorry that you have lost them. I haven't lost my parents so I can't say I quite understand. I can only guess what you feel." Draco shrugged nonchalantly. "I used to get whatever I wanted for Christmas." He squeezed her hand gently and turned to look at her, tears glazing over his eyes, "I think this is the first Christmas that I won't."
Hermione was particularly pained by those words. There were now probably only a few minutes before Christmas Day - if it had not already been Christmas Day - and she was starting to feel a renewed Christmas spirit. "You never know what could happen before the day is over." She shrugged but Draco's eyes were elsewhere. There was a woman who was sitting on the bench - she could only tell it was a woman because of the high heels being donned. The woman was wrapped in a black coat with a hat shielding her face. But Draco seemed to be captivated. She stopped her thought process to loosen her grip on Draco's hand. She hadn't realized that either of them had been holding onto each other so tightly because when she shook her hand loose, it felt like it had gone numb.
The woman looked up and spotted Draco, her eyes going wide. She stood up and walked towards him, pulling the hat off of her head. Blonde curls tumbled from beneath the hat and Hermione put it all together. She looked over at the somewhat worn and tired woman but there was no mistake - it was Draco's mother. She looked at Hermione, her wide eyed gaze not changing to be filled with disdain. She seemed to be enraptured by the fact that her son was still alive and still well. She pulled him into his arms and squeezed him tightly.
"Draco," she said quietly. The blonde man wasn't sure what to do. He didn't return his mother's embrace and when she pulled away, he glared at her. "Why did you leave me?" He asked her furiously, folding his arms in disappointment. She was at a loss for words. "I...Draco, I needed to leave. I'm sorry I had to, but I couldn't stay in London at that time."
Draco laughed humourlessly, "And you left me behind? You never thought that I would have wanted - no, that I would have loved to get out of London?" Narcissa didn't have anything to say. "Why the fuck didn't you take me with you?!" The woman's face appeared pale and shocked at her son's choice in words when addressing her.
"Draco! I don't care what I have done, you will not use that language in front of me." She gave her son a reprimanding glance. He watched her carefully. "Because you're my mother? I'm sorry. I think you temporarily waived those rights when you abandoned me for selfish reasons." The blonde male gave her a very sour and displeased look after his statement. She should have known that it was hard for him too - that she wasn't the only one suffering. Yet she hadn't thought of that and had left him on his own with no one to lean on. He didn't particularly have friends and the woman standing in front of him was the only family he had left.
She frowned and raised her hands to her son's face. "Oh Draco," was all that she could say. Draco looked pained for a moment before capturing his mother into a hug. She laughed in relief and hugged her son back. Finally, she pulled away and looked at him with twinkling eyes. "Happy Christmas, my son." Draco turned back to Hermione and opened his mouth to wish her a Happy Christmas as well, but he found that she was gone. "Draco?" His mother asked as he refocused his attention on her, "who are you looking for?"
Draco shook his head. "Nothing. Let's go home, Mother."
author; elenaface. fictitious_burn
rating; pg-13
word count; 1310
summary; [for dramionedrabble] "I'm sorry that you have lost them. I haven't lost my parents so I can't say I quite understand. I can only guess what you feel." Draco shrugged nonchalantly. "I used to get whatever I wanted for Christmas." He squeezed her hand gently and turned to look at her, tears glazing over his eyes, "I think this is the first Christmas that I won't." Hermione was particularly pained by those words. There were now probably only a few minutes before Christmas Day - if it had not already been Christmas Day - and she was starting to feel a boost of renewed Christmas spirit. "You never know what could happen before the day is over."
notes; written for 12. "Okay, this is extremely important. Will you please tell Santa that instead of presents this year, I just want my family back?" this story is DH-compliant as in events of the war. i guess a little fluff on Hermione's part?
disclaimer; don't own a thing, it's all Rowling's, that genius.
"You don't have to celebrate Christmas alone." It was the first of nice things out of many to come that Hermione Granger had ever said to Draco Malfoy. The man had been sitting in a cafe at night as it neared midnight on Christmas Eve, holding a cup of warm coffee as if it were the only real thing left. Hermione had been dragged throughout the city of London with her two best friends Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley, as they each had gripped her arms and trounced happily along cobblestone paths and snowy walkways. She had stopped into the cafe to get a coffee and when the two of them pressed their faces into the glass to see what she was doing, she waved them away. She ordered a coffee and had gone to sit next to a rather lonely Draco Malfoy.
And that was when she had said those words: "You don't have to celebrate Christmas alone."
He had only looked up at her with bright grey eyes and a sneer on his face. "You've got it all wrong. You don't have to. Which is why you have your family and friends. On the other hand, I have lost all of my family and friends. I guess I finally got what I deserved." His fingers clenched the cup he was holding and his knuckles turned white. Hermione frowned, pressing her lips together. Normally, what did she care? It was bloody Draco Malfoy. But something was tugging at her heart strings. If anything, Christmas was the one holiday everyone deserved to be happy for. "No one deserves to be alone, no matter what they have done." She stood up as her coffee arrived and Draco stubbornly turned his head away from her.
She took her coffee in one hand and she presented him with her other. She didn't say anything but simply held her hand out and watched him carefully. At first, he started to steal glances at her hand - soft and small in comparison to his, and no doubt warm. Finally, he turned his full attention to it and gave it a long, hard stare. "I don't owe you anything, Granger," he definitively spat. Hermione smiled warmly. "I know. But you do owe it to yourself," she said with a cheesy smile. The blonde snorted, but took her hand as he stood up. She smiled at him and as he opened his mouth to - no doubt - object what was going on, she said, "Shh. There's no need to say anything. We can just be silent."
That was exactly what happened. No longer concerned with Harry and Ron, Hermione led Draco outside, away from her friends and down the snow-covered streets of London. She still was holding his hand but it was more of a mother to child relationship than a cutesy and romantic one. She couldn't tell what he was thinking, but he seemed to exude a comfortable aura. That was at least a start. Finally, he broke the silence. "I just want my family back from Christmas. But that can't be done." Hermione very well knew that Draco's father had passed away shortly after the end of the war. Perhaps it was from stress, perhaps someone had killed him, but he had died with "a peaceful look on his face" - a quote she had obtained from Arthur Weasley, whom somehow had been in on seeing it. Draco's mother had left him a note two months later saying that she was going to seek refuge in another country and hopefully come back to him when she could properly do her job as a mother. That incident had been over four years ago. It had been hard for the Malfoy heir to cope with this - especially given his unorthodox reunion with all of his family members. The curly-haired witch didn't know what quite to say.
"I'm sorry that you have lost them. I haven't lost my parents so I can't say I quite understand. I can only guess what you feel." Draco shrugged nonchalantly. "I used to get whatever I wanted for Christmas." He squeezed her hand gently and turned to look at her, tears glazing over his eyes, "I think this is the first Christmas that I won't."
Hermione was particularly pained by those words. There were now probably only a few minutes before Christmas Day - if it had not already been Christmas Day - and she was starting to feel a renewed Christmas spirit. "You never know what could happen before the day is over." She shrugged but Draco's eyes were elsewhere. There was a woman who was sitting on the bench - she could only tell it was a woman because of the high heels being donned. The woman was wrapped in a black coat with a hat shielding her face. But Draco seemed to be captivated. She stopped her thought process to loosen her grip on Draco's hand. She hadn't realized that either of them had been holding onto each other so tightly because when she shook her hand loose, it felt like it had gone numb.
The woman looked up and spotted Draco, her eyes going wide. She stood up and walked towards him, pulling the hat off of her head. Blonde curls tumbled from beneath the hat and Hermione put it all together. She looked over at the somewhat worn and tired woman but there was no mistake - it was Draco's mother. She looked at Hermione, her wide eyed gaze not changing to be filled with disdain. She seemed to be enraptured by the fact that her son was still alive and still well. She pulled him into his arms and squeezed him tightly.
"Draco," she said quietly. The blonde man wasn't sure what to do. He didn't return his mother's embrace and when she pulled away, he glared at her. "Why did you leave me?" He asked her furiously, folding his arms in disappointment. She was at a loss for words. "I...Draco, I needed to leave. I'm sorry I had to, but I couldn't stay in London at that time."
Draco laughed humourlessly, "And you left me behind? You never thought that I would have wanted - no, that I would have loved to get out of London?" Narcissa didn't have anything to say. "Why the fuck didn't you take me with you?!" The woman's face appeared pale and shocked at her son's choice in words when addressing her.
"Draco! I don't care what I have done, you will not use that language in front of me." She gave her son a reprimanding glance. He watched her carefully. "Because you're my mother? I'm sorry. I think you temporarily waived those rights when you abandoned me for selfish reasons." The blonde male gave her a very sour and displeased look after his statement. She should have known that it was hard for him too - that she wasn't the only one suffering. Yet she hadn't thought of that and had left him on his own with no one to lean on. He didn't particularly have friends and the woman standing in front of him was the only family he had left.
She frowned and raised her hands to her son's face. "Oh Draco," was all that she could say. Draco looked pained for a moment before capturing his mother into a hug. She laughed in relief and hugged her son back. Finally, she pulled away and looked at him with twinkling eyes. "Happy Christmas, my son." Draco turned back to Hermione and opened his mouth to wish her a Happy Christmas as well, but he found that she was gone. "Draco?" His mother asked as he refocused his attention on her, "who are you looking for?"
Draco shook his head. "Nothing. Let's go home, Mother."