This part is a bit shorter, but I hope you'll like it.


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Chapter Three: "A Muggle Christmas?" - Part two


The next day in the morning, everyone was on the platform in Hogsmeade, saying goodbye to each other. Harry, Ron and Hermione were saying goodbye to Hagrid.

"Have a happy Christmas," finished Harry, for all three of them.

They were almost the last ones who still didn’t get on the Hogwarts Express, but not late. Before getting on the train, Hermione glanced around, but didn’t see the one she wanted to see. He was probably already inside.

Harry and Ron found an empty compartment and got in, but Hermione spotted another one, with just one person in it. He was wearing black clothes, as she was used to, had a very pale skin and silvery hair. He didn’t seem to notice her; he was blankly glancing outside.

"Hermione? Are you coming?" Harry asked, poking his head out.

"Do you mind if I’ll come later with you? I’ll just -"

"Okay," said Harry, smiling, probably guessing what was she going to do. He didn’t actually care about her friendship with Draco. "I’m happy if you’re happy," he told her a few days ago.

She smiled back to Harry and carefully opened the compartment’s door Draco was in. But he was now looking at a... patronus? He winced as he looked at Hermione and quickly turned his face. The patronus had simply vanished.

"Was that a -" started Hermione, but stopped when Draco looked away. "I didn’t know you could -" she continued, but stopped again, realizing that she wasn’t actually nice by saying that.

"Produce a patronus?" Draco finished for her. He said it as if he was ashamed of it. "I didn’t know either. Until a minute ago."

"What shape did it have? It disappeared before I could see it."

Draco whispered "Expecto Patronum" and a small, silvery dragon appeared. Of course, she thought. Draco’s name meant dragon in Latin. "I guess you found a very happy memory then," said Hermione, smiling.

"I suppose," he said, still looking at his patronus.

"Do you want me to leave you alone?"

"Of course not," he added quickly, trying to smile. "I was waiting for you."

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Sooo I have a biiiiig problem. I didn't get the chance to write something new for a loooong time. I've just been so busy with school and writing something else for contests and lately, for the school's magazine too. I have no idea what I am going to do with this one. Maybe write a dramatic end and probably a sequel later. What do you think?