I'm sooooo sorry this came late; I totally forgot about it. My face practically fell when I realized it's almost two weeks since I last posted here.

So here it is, another part.


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


They talked for about an hour, and the compartment door suddenly opened. It was Harry. "Do you mind if I stay with you?" He asked unsure. It felt weird to stay with Draco, as if they didn’t hate each other for six years. "Seamus wanted to show Ron something and -"

"Do you mind?" Hermione asked, looking at Draco.

"Don’t worry, I won’t attack him," he said, smiling. Harry made a funny face; it was the first time he had ever seen Draco actually smile, not smirk, like he used to. He couldn’t even imagine what Hermione could’ve done to him to change him like that.

"So, what are your plans for this holiday?" Draco asked, looking at Harry. Hermione looked at Draco shocked. He was not going to say his plans, was he? His plans with her. She could only hope, but Draco didn’t look at her.

"Uh... Staying at Ron’s place," said Harry awkwardly, not expecting this question. "You?"

Hermione kept looking desperately at Draco, but he didn’t look back at her. "Staying home, as usual, with my parents," said Draco casually. And maybe a couple of Death Eaters, or maybe Voldemort himself, thought Harry, but didn’t say it out loud, because it would’ve been too rude, now that Draco was polite to him.

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It was pretty weird to see Draco and Harry having a normal conversation, without trying to kill each other. The Hogwarts Express stopped after a few hours. They got on Platform 9 and ¾, but Draco didn’t stay with Hermione, because Molly Weasley appeared and they didn’t want to have to explain what they were doing together.

"Are you sure you don’t want to stay over this holiday?" Molly asked.

"Yes, I am sure. But thank you, Mrs. Weasley," said Hermione.

"Is she always like that?" Draco asked, suddenly appearing next to Hermione, after the Weasley family left. Hermione didn’t say anything; just smiled. "Look, there are my parents," she said, looking at a tall man and a rather tiny woman, sitting next to him. She hugged them both, while Draco was thinking about his parents; his father would never hug him.

"Hello," said Mr. Granger, smiling, "you must be Draco."

"Yes, I am. It is a pleasure to meet you."

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