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My December




This is my December
This is my time of the year
This is my December
This is all so clear
This is my December
This is my snow covered home
This is my December
This is me alone



Draco was walking down the lonely streets of London, he left the mansion, he couldn’t bare stay there, it was too much for him, he didn’t have to worry about being arrested or something because the ministry wanted Lucius out of the way long ago, so now he was all alone, his mother had ran away from his father a few years ago and no one knew where she was, so he was walking alone on the empty streets of London
It was snowing. It was Christmas. Everyone was in their homes with their families preparing for the Christmas dinner.


“ Here, I managed to pull trough, but what for, now it’s just me, me alone, the mansion is colder than ever, even the Christmas holidays can’t make it warmer, everything is so clear and simple now, I’m free, I should be happy, but I’m not, cause something’s missing.”


And i
Just wish that I didn’t feel
Like there was something I missed
And i
Take back all the things I said
To make you feel like that
And i
Just wish that I didn’t feel
Like there was something I missed
And i



” I know precisely what is missing and I just wish it didn’t feel this way, I would go right to her and tell her everything, but well she must’ve already read my letter, probably tore it to pieces by now, if I only could turn back time, I would never say all those things to hurt her, I’d take everything back, I just wish I didn’t feel like there was something I missed”

And I
give it all away
Just to have somewhere to go to
Give it all away
To have someone to come home to


”I’m left with a lot of money now, but why would I need it, I simply loath it, I’d give everything, absolutely everything up just to have a place to come home, a place where I could be welcome where people would be kind and generous, with happy faces in Christmas eve, I wish I could have a place to go”

This is my December
These are my snow covered dreams
This is me pretending
This is all I need



“Yeah this is my December, the one when I’ve stood up to my father, does it make any difference.

This is me, pretending I have something to live for; these are all my dreams covered in snow, that I know will never be fulfilled. I just wish I could celebrate Christmas with happy, loving faces surrounding me and with a turkey on the table; this is all I need to be happy. Who knows, maybe father was right after all, the world will never accept someone like me, I hate to admit it but it seems to be this way.


And i
Just wish that I didn’t feel
Like there was something I missed
And i
Take back all the things I said
To make you feel like that
And i
Just wish that I didn’t feel
Like there was something I missed
And i
Take back all the things I said to you
And I give it all away
Just to have somewhere to go to
Give it all away
To have someone to come home to
This is my December
This is my time of the year
This is my December
This is all so clear
And I give it all away
Just to have somewhere to go to
Give it all away
To have someone to come home to



He just walked alone on the empty streets of London, there was no one around, except… he thought he saw someone, yes there definitely was someone a little further down the street, and she was looking at him, he thought she seemed familiar, he went a little closer and she did too as his heart skipped a beat, it was her, she was here, but why?

They were standing inches from each other, she looked in to his eyes and uttered a quiet
"Hi"

"Hi" he responded and looked down.

"I r-read y-your letter" she stuttered.

"Oh", was his reply.

"Draco, look at me" she insisted.

He was surprised, but looked at her nonetheless.

"I heard... what you did… I mean in the mansion…"

"So the news already spread out huh?." it wasn't a question, more like a statement

"Why did you do it?"

"Because he was a coldhearted bastard." he answered coldly

"But he was your father."she said almost pleadingly

"He never was a real father to me....besides he tried to kill me."

She sighed and looked down. Suddenly he took her by the hand surprising her.

"Hermione, I’m not a murderer."

She looked at him and put a hand on his.

"I know you’re not Draco, you’re a hero."

"Why, because i killed my father?"

"No, because you stood up to him, not everyone could have done that.'

He smiled unsurely, she did too.

"Come with me for the Christmas dinner, all my relative are readying the house."

His face light up but a line of concern appeared on it.

"Won’t they be against me staying there, well you know…"

"Don’t worry; they’ll only be happy that there are more people, besides I haven’t told them anything about you."

"Oh."

"Come on, lets go then."

"Wait, Hermione, ummm… I … I love you."that's not how he meant it to sound it just slipped out.

She looked back at him and grinned, put her hands around his neck and whispered in to his year.

"I love you too Draco."

He couldn’t believe his years, he was radiating with happiness, he took her by the waist and spun her around grinning like a fool, he put her down and looked into her chocolate eyes before capturing her lips in a sweet kiss.

He spent the Christmas night surrounded by warm welcoming faces and phrases like” Draco dear, would you like some more potatoes” or “Draco, would you like some more cake”
He ate so much cake that night he thought he’d be sick, he felt like the happiest person in the world ,but most importantly he spent the night with the person he loved most.

Author's Note
Here I'm done now...the ending was fluffy but I think Draco deserved that:)

Love Girwhoisinlove

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