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A/N: Hey everyone! Here goes another chapter. It’s the turning point of the story. Sort of. I think I’ve made Malfoy pretty evil for more than enough. I decided it’s time to bring out the clichés and cheesy stuff. Well, not completely but partly. Read on and see for yourself. Also, I’m writing this pretty late at night, so bare that in mind when reading. I might have a lot of typos, mistakes, and whatnot. Thanks!

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Chapter 12- Happy Christmas?

Both of them nodded.

“I think that for the upcoming holiday break, you two will spend it here, in the castle, locked up on your dormitories together.” He said with finality, that damn twinkle present in his blue eyes.

“WHAT?!?!” They shouted in unison.


Dumbledore nodded. “I believe it is the only way that you two will learn to get along. You two need to understand how the other one feels. You both feel threatened by the other. But the truth is you both are just the same. And if you need to spend two whole weeks together to realize that, then so be it.” He said in a tone that simply sealed the deal.

“But Professor, you don’t understand, both our parents-”

“Will be notified,” finished Dumbledore. “As a matter of fact, Professor Marsh is currently writing the letters in the owlery as we speak.”

“But, I can’t possibly miss out on Christmas break! It’s the only time I get to see my parents!” Hermione argued.

“Me too! Besides, I have annual parties to attend to. You can’t expect me to just not show up. That would be very rude of me. And, unless you don’t want yourself or I killed by my father, I suggest that we,” he said pointing to himself and Hermione, “don’t stay here for the break.”

Dumbledore grinned, “I assure you Mr. Malfoy, and you too Miss Granger, that your families would not, at all be the least bit angered, hurt, or concerned at all. I would personally see to it that they agree. Besides, it is not my fault that you two decided to break the school rules. Missing out on the parties, gifts, and celebrations is merely punishment for doing so.”

“You may both go now.”

“Yes, Professor,” Hermione said.

“Professor?” Malfoy started.

“Yes Mr. Malfoy?” Dumbledore asked.

“You were only joking when you said we’d be locked up in our dormitories right?” Malfoy’s face reflected one of anger, curiosity, and fear.

Dumbledore’s face lit up once again. “I’ll have you know Mr. Malfoy, that I am not one to disregard or forget what I say. You can count on my word, always.”

Hermione paled. Malfoy looked grim.

“Off you go.”

Both Heads started walking to the Heads’ Quarters. Both were too wrapped up in their own thoughts to bother insulting or blaming the other. Today was Tuesday, which meant that in three days, the holidays would officially start. After that, they would spend two whole weeks together. Two weeks. In both of their opinions, that is two weeks too long.

Meanwhile, just outside the Great Hall, where just a few minutes ago, Hermione, Malfoy, and Dumbledore were talking, Dumbledore was joined by Professor Marsh.

“The letters are taken care of, Jeremy?”

“Yes, sir. All we have to do is wait for the reply. Although, your letters left no room for any besides yes,” Professor Marsh said grinning.

“Yes, well I’ve always wanted to use a howler before. So I thought, why not now?” Dumbledore said with a gleam in his eyes.

“Don’t you think the Grangers would be a bit upset with the howler, after all, they’ve never encountered one?” Professor Marsh inquired.

“Well, that is why I chose to do it. They’d be intimidated by it, leaving them no room for any answer besides yes.”

Marsh chuckled. “You know, to be honest, the first time I met you, I thought you were a total nut case. I was partially right. You’re just really brilliant, to the point that you seem weird.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” They laughed.

“Oh, and Jeremy, how is that big trust activity that you’re cooking up?” Dumbledore asked, turning serious yet again.

“Brilliant, sir. It should be ready by the time we get back from the holidays.” Marsh replied.

“Perfect. Alright then, I’ll go and finish my lunch. Good day,” he said with courteous nod.

“Good day,” Marsh replied back.

Hermione and Malfoy reached the Heads’ Quarters within a minute. Hermione sat angrily on the couch, practically steaming with anger. Malfoy chose to sit on one of the armchairs.

“I cannot believe I have to spend two whole weeks with you in this dormitory!” Hermione said. “My parents will not be pleased.

“You think you’re the only one who doesn’t like this idea? I don’t either Granger! And my father won’t be all that pleased either.”

“Uggh, I still can’t believe Dumbledore could do this to me!”

With that said, Hermione left. Their punishment hasn’t started yet. And she didn’t plan on spending time with him until the actual punishment starts. The next morning, both replies were back saying the same thing: that the parents agree to do the punishment.

The next three days went by too quickly for Hermione and Malfoy. Hermione had to explain what happened to Harry and Ron. They weren’t too fond of the idea either. Both were ready to kill Malfoy right there and then had it not been for Hermione’s plea.

On Friday night after everyone left for the holidays, including Harry, Ron, and Blaise, Malfoy and Hermione found themselves inside Dumbledore’s office discussing their punishment.


“Alright Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy, I know that there are still people left in the castle, which is why I decided to spice things up for your punishment. You’ll find more about that inside your dormitories once it started. Professor Marsh, who has also been very upset with you two left a little something for you too, which once again, you’ll find in your dormitories once the punishment begins. It begins at exactly midnight tonight. Food will be delivered to your dormitories every meal. Your fireplace will be taken off the Floo Network, no owls will be able to contact you, and your portrait can only be opened by me, Professor Marsh, or your house elf for the break. No one is allowed within ten feet of your dormitory portrait except for me, Professor Marsh, and the house elf. In short, it will only be the two of you for two glorious weeks. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes Professor,” they both replied in unison.

“Alright then, I suggest you both get to your dormitories. You only have fifteen minutes until midnight. Good night.” Dumbledore said while waving his hand to dismiss them.

Hermione and Malfoy brisk walked to their quarters. Upon reaching it, they heard the clock tower chime twelve times, marking midnight. Suddenly, a loud clicking sound emitted from the portrait. A blue note appeared out of nowhere and it said:

To the Heads:

This door will now be closed and will not open for anyone except me, Professor Marsh, and your house elf. Have a great break.

A. Dumbledore

“Brilliant, just brilliant!” Hermione exclaimed. “I’m going to bed!”

“You know Granger, you can’t always hide from your problems,” Malfoy suddenly said. “You’d have to deal with them sooner or later.”

“Well in that case, I choose later!” She shouted back. Hermione walked to the staircase leading to her room. She climbed each step heavily; making sure the sound was loud enough to emphasize exactly how mad she is. After exactly fourteen steps, she got to her destination: her door. Unlike Malfoy, she didn’t have a portrait. However, upon reaching it, she was faced with a problem.

Her door wouldn’t budge. She shouted in frustration. Then, once again out of nowhere, another blue note appeared out of thin air. It read:

To Miss Granger:

Surprise! For the next two weeks, you might just find certain doors locked. It’s just a little treat for the two of you. Have fun!

A. Dumbledoor


Hermione almost laughed. The man might seem mean and irrational right now, but he still had great humor. But then, realization hit Hermione as quickly as the speed of light. That meant that Dumbledore wanted her to spend the night in Malfoy’s room. Again.

Now really frustrated, Hermione stormed back downstairs. She found Malfoy lounging in the sofa.

“Problem Granger?” He said with a slight smirk.

“Why yes, as a matter of fact, I do have a problem,” she said. She threw the blue note into his lap and let him read it. He laughed, but as quickly as it came, it ended to be replaced by a look of sheer horror.

“He doesn’t want us to sleep in the same room again does he?” He asked.

Hermione nodded grimly. “I’m afraid so.”

“That bloody oaf!!” He yelled. He stared at her and shook his head. “Come on then, follow me!” He exclaimed sarcastically.

She followed him up his staircase and they reached his portrait. He said the password and they both got in. Hermione felt really uncomfortable.

“Malfoy, look-” She started.

“Don’t bother saying anything Mudblood; nothing will be able to help us at this point. Just go to sleep. Get one of the pillows from the bed, the blanket, and I believe those old clothes of mine you wore months ago are still in the bottom drawer. Go and sleep on the floor. I am not having any of your filth in my bed.” He said with a sneer.

Hermione was really disheartened. “What is wrong with you Malfoy? What happened to that Malfoy I got stuck in here months ago? He was caring and was nice enough not to insult me. What happened?”

“People change Granger.”

“People yes, but you, I’m not so sure about.”

“Are you implying that you don’t think of me as a person? How dare you, you’re the filth around here! Besides, like I said, people change. I changed. That time, I don’t know what the bloody hell got into my brain to be nice to you! That person is no longer here. He didn’t even exist in the first place!” Malfoy said.

Hermione shook her head. “You’re wrong, Draco, there’s good in everyone. I believe there is. You just have to dig deep enough.”

“Please, don’t start all that stuff with me; I have better things to do. Go get changed and go to sleep on the floor.”

“Fine.”

Hermione was upset. She thought that by spending another night with him, she’d be able to bring back the Malfoy that she spent that night with all those months ago. The Malfoy that was caring and comforting, almost like a friend.

She spread the blanket on the floor and got herself ready for bed. She undressed and dressed in Malfoy’s old clothes while his back was facing her. Then, she laid down on the floor while he undressed. However, yet another problem aroused when he got on the bed.

By some kind of unknown, great force, Hermione found herself being pulled out of the floor and they found themselves both on the bed.

“Granger!”

“What Malfoy? I didn’t do anything! You saw me flying out of the floor and into your bed!”

Right after he said that, as if on cue, another blue note appeared out of nowhere.

“I am getting really annoyed with Dumbledore,” Hermione said gritting her teeth.

To Miss Granger:

Sleeping on the floor now are we? That is no fun at all. How will you learn to get along with each other if you’re on the floor? For tonight, you will sleep together once again, in the same bed. If that trick doesn’t work, it’ll continue until it does. Good night.

A. Dumbledore

“Great, just great.” Malfoy said. “Good night Granger.” He said in a monotone voice.

She didn’t bother replying, but just chose to turn on her side and fall asleep.

The next morning, both found themselves tangled yet again; they were in the same compromising position they were in the last time they slept together.

Hermione opened her eyes as the sunlight reached her. Malfoy chose to open his eyes at the same exact moment. They both screamed, forgetting the events that took place last night. They jumped a mile away from each other.

However, at that exact moment, a tray filled with food just appeared on the bed. Which caused both of them another scream. Then, inevitably, another note appeared.

To the Heads:

Good morning! Breakfast is served. You’ll both find Professor Marsh’s present awaiting in the common room. Enjoy!

A. Dumbledore

Hermione and Malfoy looked at one another.

“We should probably eat first.” Hermione suggested.

“Yes, knowing those two and what they’ve come up to torture us with, it’d probably be best to come down with a full stomach.” Malfoy agreed.

So, the two Heads ate breakfast silently, with no insults, or any other word for that matter, said.

After they were done, a house elf appeared and took their breakfast tray away. Then, they both looked at one another again. Hermione beckoned with her head for him to go ahead of her.

With an exasperated sigh, he reluctantly obliged. He opened the portrait, and climbed carefully downstairs, Hermione right behind him. Upon reaching the last step, both had to cover their ears. A loud voice could be heard singing Jingle Bells in the common room. It was overwhelmingly loud, that the various small items in the common room were vibrating. The sound was so loud it seems to be ricocheting off the walls and making the ceiling quiver.

They looked at one another questioningly, as if expecting the other to know where the hell the sound was coming from. Then, they both looked up. There, just a few inches below the ceiling was an enchanted, singing mistletoe. Then, yet another blue note appeared.

To the Heads:

This, as you probably have figured out, is an enchanted mistletoe. It won’t stop singing until you kiss each other. Have fun, and please don’t lead it into anything else.

J. Marsh

“EW!!” Hermione said. She was absolutely repulsed. “How dare Marsh think I would kiss you, let alone sleep with you!”

“Well, you already did the latter,” Malfoy said with a smirk.

“You know bloody hell what I’m talking about Malfoy.”

“Well, good thing I’m not willing to kiss you either.”

“Good, we’ll just let the mistletoe and the bed do their thing.”

“Right. We’ll show Dumbledore how strong we really are.”

So, on it went for the next week. During the day, the mistletoe would sing Jingle Bells endlessly, while Hermione read a book in the common room armchair, and Malfoy lounged on the couch. Their bedrooms took turns being locked, thanks to Dumbledore. They figured its pattern out on the second night, so both took the things they use the most, including their clothes, put it in a bag, and moved the bags from room to room, depending on the night and whose room’s turn it is to be locked. Every morning, they would somehow find themselves tangled yet again. There were so many times when they would wake up almost kissing each other, and both would blush then look away. Then, they would eat their breakfast, which is delivered by their house elf Jinky. Then, they’d take turns on the showers. After that, they’d go to their own activities until lunch. Jinky would deliver their lunch, and clean it up too. Then, they’d go back to what they were doing until supper. Jinky would once again deliver and clean, and off to their own activities again. Then, they’d go to sleep.

Neither uttered a single thing to the other besides the occasional “Bless you” “Pass the salt” “Good Morning” or “Good night.” Nothing until Christmas day.

Hermione awoke to Malfoy’s breath on her nose. That was one thing she still wasn’t quite used to. Then, she realized that it was Christmas Day. She suddenly shook Malfoy.

“Malfoy, Malfoy wake up, it’s Christmas!”

He woke up abruptly and stood up. Unfortunately, Hermione was still tangled in his arms, which resulted him carrying Hermione with him.

“What? How? Huh?”

“It’s Christmas!” Hermione exclaimed, too excited about Christmas and therefore completely unconcerned about their current position. Malfoy, however noticed and dropped her on the ground as if she suddenly ignited.

“Yow!” She exclaimed in pain.

“Oops, sorry. It was your fault anyway! You woke me up from my peaceful sleep!”

“But it’s Christmas! Come on, let’s open presents!” Hermione said, taking his arm and dragging him out of his room, which was the one they slept in last night, as hers was once again locked.

She rushed downstairs, pulling him with her. When they reached the common room, Hermione had a gargantuan pile of presents while he just had a single, tiny box.

“How come you only have one present?” Hermione asked.

Malfoy looked upset for a fleeting second. Then, his frown suddenly changed into a sneer. “My parents don’t give me presents on Christmas Day, or my birthday. In fact, they don’t give me presents at all. They say that the holidays are too gay. And that gifts are a waste of time.” He said.

“You’re upset about that, aren’t you?” Hermione asked, her voice changing into a softer tone.

“No, I am not.” Malfoy said too quickly.

“Yes you are. But you’re afraid to show it. You’re afraid to show disappointment, because you think it shows vulnerability. You mask what you truly feel because your father taught you that showing emotions is weak. And let me guess, no Malfoy is ever weak?” She said.

“Yes.” He said dejectedly. “You’re right. You know, ever since I was little, I’ve envied the other families I knew that were so close, and always had fun during the holidays. They are always loved and cared for. They never feel rejected or unappreciated. Maybe that’s why I’ve always made fun of the Weasleys, because unlike my own, they have a real family. A family that loves, supports, and cares for each other.” He gave a half-hearted smile. “I have no idea why I just said that to you, but it does feel much better. For all I know it’s the lack of company other than you. Besides, how did you know all that?”

Hermione returned his smile. “It shows, besides, I know your father’s reputation. It’s okay to express yourself Malfoy. Don’t be afraid to show how you truly feel. Like that saying, it takes a real man to cry. If you still feel uncomfortable showing your true emotions to the public, then just feel free to talk to me. I will understand. I won’t think of it as vulnerability. I won’t make fun of you. I would empathize with you. Like a friend.” She said with a small smile, reaching out for his hand.

“Thanks.” His face suddenly changed into panic. “Not a word to anyone got it?”

“Don’t worry. My mouth is sealed.”

“Good, and to let you know, that guy you met a few months ago when we got stuck, you’re right, he’s still here. He just needs time to gather up the courage to show himself to the world.”

Hermione’s smile grew wider. “Happy Christmas Malfoy.”

“Happy Christmas Granger.”

Ever since that day, they’d gotten just slightly better to one another. No more insults were used. Friendlier tones were used instead of the previous bitter ones. They weren’t exactly friends, but merely acquaintances. They would occasionally talk, or play Wizard’s Chess or Exploding Snap. But other than that, everything was still pretty much the same. The mistletoe was still around. The rooms still kept turns locking each night. The beds are still charmed to have two occupants. The grass is still dead. The sky is still the color of milk. The snow is still too deep.

Then, on New Years’ Eve, the two of them were sent a couple bottles of Firewhiskey. Hermione isn’t one to drink but, since it’s New Years’ Eve, and there was nothing else to do, she drank it. With Malfoy.

They were just about to go to sleep, after deciding to just sleep through the event, when four bottles of Firewhiskey came out of thin air. The two of them looked at one another, chuckled, and got out of bed. Malfoy grabbed the two, Hermione grabbed two, and they both headed downstairs. They settled themselves in the couch and each opened a bottle. After a few hours, both were already pretty wasted.

Then, from some unknown, magical source, a countdown had begun.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1! A loud cheering could be heard.

Malfoy did the only thing his intoxicated mind could think of.

He kissed Hermione. Good.

Suddenly, the cheering stopped. The mistletoe stopped singing and exploded.

They separated and looked at one another. Hermione giggled. Malfoy chuckled. Then, they climbed upstairs, climbed into bed, and got to sleep.

How on Earth they survived the hangover the next day is still a great mystery to both of them. One thing was for sure however. They both remembered the kiss.

All the friendly atmosphere around them has been forgotten. The atmosphere was now of awkwardness and silences of embarrassment. It was a good thing that the rooms stopped locking. It was also a good thing that they didn’t have to share a bed anymore.

The rest of the holidays went by fairly quickly. By the end of the week, neither has spoken a word to the other since the kiss. They found themselves in Dumbledore’s office yet again Sunday night, the final day of the punishment.

“Well then, Miss Granger and Mr. Malfoy, have you both managed to at least be civil toward one another?”

Neither spoke.

“Don’t bother answering the question; I know everything that happened in there anyways.” Both looked up questioningly.

“Yes, Professor Marsh and I have been watching you this whole time. We know everything that happened. I am glad to say you have done well, both of you. You have both exceeded our expectations, and now we hand the reigns to you and let you decide on how to take on your… relationship, friendship, or whatever it is that you have.” He said that twinkle in his eyes present yet again.

“You are both dismissed.”

They both walked back to their dormitories in silence. When they reached it, Hermione just looked straight into Malfoy’s eyes, as if to hand over the decision to him, since he kissed her in the first place, and went on to bed. Malfoy knew what to do next.

A few days later, Hermione woke up to the tapping sound of an owl at her window. She took the letter tied on the owl’s leg.

Dear Hermione,

I haven’t written to you in a long while. I guess it was because of the fact that I dismissed my admiration for you merely as an infatuation. But, sudden events have led me to the conclusion that I was right since the beginning. I fancy you a lot. It was rather silly of me to deny my feelings for you in the first place. You are sweet, intelligent, and very beautiful. There’s no reason for me to be ashamed of liking you. There’s no reason why anyone wouldn’t like you. You are an incredible person, who is even greater in the inside. Your mere presence brings out the best in everything and everyone. You have the natural ability to make anyone feel special, loved, and cared for. You’re truly amazing. And I’m falling faster and faster for you.

Sincerely,

Your Secret Admirer

A/N: Tada! And yet another chapter. Tell me what you think. Is it too fast? Is it too cheesy? Tell me please! I love reviews!

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