A/N: Warning- I have no idea what I'm doing

Draco's POV:

Another bloody holiday.

Great.

Last month was Halloween and Theo/Pansy's wedding, now there's Thanksgiving, then there's Christmas and New Year's!

Torture.

Hermione, on the other hand, was absolutely thrilled.

We had already celebrated Thanksgiving, but Hogwarts was having yet another celebration, one that our parents were invited to. It was literally a Friday before we all went shopping for the party.

It's December.

I huffed as snow merrily floated down from the ceiling of the Great Hall. This snow was warm, unlike real snow that was cold.

As soon as a snowflake touched the ground, it disappeared, but fell right back through the ceiling.

Too many people were 'jolly' as they said, and I hated it.

Well, sort of.

Everybody being happy was great, don't get me wrong, but it also meant the girls just had to decorate the entire dorm.

"PANSY!" Astoria roars, holding bits of green and red tinsel over the fireplace. "Red or green first?" She makes a big show of switching it, but it honestly looked the same to me.

"Hm..." Pansy wonders aloud. "Green. There are more Gryffindor's so they have more power, let's go with Slytherin!"

"It literally looks the same." Theo snorts. "I don't even-"

"Shut up!" Lavender growls, sticking a large silver bow in his hair.

Hermione came dancing down the stairs with a bunch of cooking supplies. "I'm going to bake the gingerbread house parts now!"

Ginny nodded excitedly, but I frowned. I was not doing that.

"Couples challenge?" Pregnant Potter-To-Be asked. She nibbled on a chocolate chip cookie.

"Yes!" Hermione squealed, measuring flour into a large bowl. "Oh, this will be so much fun!"

"Fun?" I gasp. "You girls are running around like headless chickens!"

Hermione pouts and cracks open an egg. Secretly, I wish I could join her.

Almost as if she heard my wish, she asks me to help her. "Help me?" She asks, handing me a carton of eggs.

"Always," I smile, gratefully accepting it.
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"DRACO!" Hermione playfully smacks me, sending a cloud of white powder flying into the air.

"What?" I squeeze some more frosting into my mouth.

This is damn good., I think. She knows what she's doing.

"We need that for later!" She scolds me, pulling the piping bag out of my grasp. I pout.

"Hey!" I complain, licking off the remainder of frosting from my hands. "We can make more!" I sidle up next to her and grab a whisk.

She sighs. "We won't need to if you don't eat it all! Besides, what about your figure!"

I feel my face get pale as I come to the horribly realization. "Oh god." I lift up my shirt and pat my, still, rock hard abs. I sigh in relief. "Alright, I'm good for now."

She scrunches up her nose. "Watch yourself." She warns.

I give her a smug look. "What, you like my body?"

She whisks up some more buttercream. "No," Even though she denies it, she does a bad job at hiding the blush on her cheeks. I smirk.

"Yes you do," I whisper into her ear. I place my hands on her waist and lean close. "You love it."

"No!" She squeaks, her cheeks getting redder and redder by the second. "Just...get cleaned up!" She motions to my flour and egg covered shirt and pants, also my hair.

"Of course," I snort.

I leave the small kitchen area and head up to the bedroom.

Everything was perfectly tidy. There was a his and hers side to the room, and on both sides, everything was perfect. But the perfection couldn't hide the horrible mess of a relationship we had.

I pulled on a green sweater and black jeans. I 'Scourgify' my hair and walk down. "Why are we doing this? Aren't the parents supposed to eb coming over?" I ask.

Ginny glares at me. "Because we're all going to be best friends forever so we need family bonding!"

"The parents are going to come up here after the feast." Luna adds.

"Which, by the way," Hermione notes. "Is in exactly one hour, forty four minutes and twenty eight seconds."

Astoria gasps. "We need to get ready!" She drags along Pansy and the other girls, except Hermione who was cleaning her baking supplies.

She silently washed the whisk, scrubbing it with soap and hot water. I always wondered why she didn't use magic to do it, but I suppose doing it the muggle way was more satisfactory.

"Hey," She says.

"Hey," I reply.

She places the last spoon on a towel next to the sink to let it dry. The once dirty utensils are now shining, silvery and clean.

She sighs and wipes her hand on her apron. "Could you?" She turns around and pulls her hair over her shoulder.

"Yeah," I step closer to her and inhale her scent, cinnamon and leather, the sweet and familiar scent rings through my nose.

I pull at the knot that keeps the apron on her. The loose piece of fabric falls to her waist, and I undo the second knot at her lower back.

I fold the fabric in my hands and place it on the counter beside her.

Hermione continues to stare into space, so lost and far from this world, and I continue to stare at her.

"Hermione, you should get ready." I remind her, looking at the clock. "About an hour and a half now."

She straightens up. "Ginny'll murder me." She races up the stairs, not bothering to thank me for reminding her, but I find that I'm okay with that.

I sit down on the couch where the rest of the guys are playing a "vee-dio game". I pick up a controller and wait for them to start another round.

"Aye, Draco!" Blaise claps me on the back. "What's up?"

I lean back on the couch and Theo moves to sit next to me. "The girls are going to murder Hermione," I say matter of factly.

"They what?" Harry asks.

I shrug. "Dunno, ask them."

"HERMIONE!" Several voices screech from upstairs. I hear several crashes and the guys and I flinch at every single one of them, until we're all almost curled up into balls.

"Alright then..." Ron clears his throat. "New round?"

I mumble in agreement and play.
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It took until there was only ten minutes before the feast began for the girls to finally come down the stairs.

As Hermione walks down, I felt my heart speed up, yet also somehow skip a couple beats.

She was wearing a maroon cocktail dress. It hugged her body and went down to her knees. Her hair was braided in a fishtail braid and it hung over her right shoulder.

She had on no makeup, except for a bit of light pink gloss. She finished the look with matching black flats.

Compared to all the other girls, wearing makeup with fancy hairdos and high ass heels, she looked natural. She looked radiant. She was...is...beautiful.

She walked over to me, a slight blush appearing on her cheeks.

There was a knock at the portrait.

"ARE YOU KIDS READY!?" My mother called.

I took a deep breath in. "Shall we?" I offered Hermione my arm.

She smiled lightly. "We shall."