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- 1-The Greatest Gift
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As a Christmas gift I
give you this drabble that popped
out of me randomly.

I do not own
anything... just the plot.

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The
It

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Pure white fluff
covered the ground and I was the only
person to even dare to stand outside in the cold. I shiver and wrap my
arms
around my middle, trying to stay warm yet finding it impossible to do
so. I
blink away the tears that start to fall from my cheeks yet they just
came back
stronger with each time I brush them away. I breathe in and out slowly,
watching my breath come out in puffs. I looked up at the school behind
me and
sigh loudly, before going back to the snow.

If there was one
thing that confuses me the most it had to
be snow. How could something so pure, so white, so delicate, fall onto
a ground
stained with blood and people’s sins? How was it formed anyway? Why did
it snow
white? Yet, these questions of mine would never be answered because no
one has
the answers to unanswerable questions.

I sigh again and
venture out into the pure white snow,
which is coming down faster now and my footsteps are easily covered
with fresh
snow. It bites at my cheeks and my hands before I shove them into my
pockets.
My red and gold scarf blows in the wind behind me as I walk away from
the
school. The snow storm is sudden, no one expected it. Everyone staying
for the
holidays is inside the school, warm and snug, celebrating the holidays
but I am
alone, as I will always be. I want something I can not and will never
have for
Christmas so I see no point in celebrating. It is three days till
Christmas and
I walk outside in the snow, cold and shivering but ignoring it.

My black hair slowly
becomes filled with white flakes of
snow that doesn’t melt on contact and tears continue to drip down my
cheeks,
faster and faster, blinding my vision and forcing me to stop more than
once. I
walk until I am too cold to move and still force myself to make it back
towards
the school to take shelter from the harsh winds and snow. I look down
at my
feet as I walk so I don’t get hurt from the wind, which is now being
blown my,
making it hard to walk quickly.

Finally I make it to
the steps and into the school,
shaking my whole body like a dog as I walk in. As soon as I am warm
enough to
function I wander to the kitchens for a cup of hot chocolate before
going to my
tower, alone, as usual.

The tree is tall and
beautiful all dressed up in lights
and bulbs, everyone with the name of the current Gryffindors, seventh
years at
the top. My own name shimmers in the firelight, my bulb at the very top
of the
huge tree. I stand alone there, just like I stand alone here. It is
then I
noticed not just the Gryffindor names on the tree. More bulbs cover the
branches, these one of all the students from every house is on the
tree, every
name of every student shines on bulbs of different colors and my name,
still,
stands alone.

I sit on the couch
and watch the fire until the flames die
and make myself go to bed, knowing I will wake up the exact same as I
went to
sleep.

The next day,
Christmas Eve I wake early, like normal, and
stay in bed until lunch before head towards the Great Hall, even though
I have
no reason to do so. I sit at the only table there and watch as a cup
and a tea
pot appears in front of me, pouring myself a cup of tea I lean back in
my chair
and close my eyes, thinking. The few students that were staying over
the
holidays wander into the Hall soon after I settle into my chair; each
face
gains a shocked look at seeing me in the Great Hall. They know I avoid
the Hall
like the plague most of the time. The Headmaster walks inside to see
all of his
students, minus one, sitting at the single table, staring at me.

“Well! Mr.Potter! How
nice of you to join us for lunch
this afternoon!”

I nod to him and he
takes a seat next to me, helping
himself to the tea as the last student walks into the Hall. He is as
silent as
I am as he takes his seat next to two first years. He helps himself to
toast
and tea and dodges everyone’s eyes.

“Okay! Now that
everyone is here I have an announcement to
make!” The headmaster broadcasts as I roll my eyes. “Since it is
Christmas Eve
I have decided to set up a set of activities for anyone who would like
to join
in.” I watch as the younger students nod, saying they will and when he
gets to
me I shake my head saying, “No thank you headmaster.” The old man
smiles at me,
he knew my answer yet he still asked. “How about you Mr.Malfoy? Will
you join
us?”

“No headmaster, I
have some things I need to finish.”

Dumbledore nods at
the Malfoy and stands, the rest of the
students following. He drops a hand onto my head and shoos the younger
students
out of the Hall.

“Harry?”

“Yes?”

“Be safe alright?”

“I will. I promise.”

“Good.” I hear him
take a deep breath in and he drops a
kiss onto my head, before he vanishes.

“He treats you like a
grandchild,” Malfoy comments,
looking over the top of his tea cup at me. I lean forward, my elbows
resting on
the table top and set my empty cup onto it. My eyes look up at him from
behind
the glasses I only wear every once in a while.

“We are distantly
related.”

“How so?”

“He is my father’s
great uncle. So he is a bit protective
of me.”

Malfoy nods,
understanding distant relationships as he is
a Malfoy, part of one of the oldest families around.

“I noticed that we
have all the students on the Slytherin
tree this year, is it that same for you?”

I nod knowing what is
coming next.

“Couples were paired
up.”

“Yes, they were.”

“Some shocking
couples on there.”

“Yes like Pansy and
Neville.”

“Longbottom has
changed.”

“Of course he has. He
has become more confident in
himself.”

“I’m guessing you had
something to do with that Potter.”

“I did but not
fully.”

“I noticed you had no
one up there.”

“I am going to be
bluntly honest with you Malfoy. I didn’t
think I would live this long. So I never really connected myself to
anyone, in
that way at least.” I reach for the pot of tea and pour myself another
cup,
this time adding sugar to it. He stares at me and I have no choice but
to stare
back at him as I use my magic to stir my tea. I grab my cup and bring
it to my
lips and he still does not say anything. As I take a sip my eyes drift
close
and I hear him stand from his chair and settle into the one next to me.
I turn
to look at him but he just drinks his tea and ignores me once again. I
think
what I said hit him hard in a way that I would never understand.

“I noticed you had no
one also Malfoy.”

He turns his silver
eyes onto my emerald and stares at me
blankly for a few long moments. I can see the realization in his eyes
as he
comes to terms with the fact that we are more alike then he ever wanted
to
believe. I stand from the table, tilt my head sideways and mutter,
“Good Day
Malfoy.” Only loud enough for him to hear. He watches me as I set my
cup down,
now empty, near his arm and as I walk out of the hall without looking
back. I
head straight to Gryffindor
Tower to get my
cloak and
scarf, remembering this time to grab my gloves before I once again make
my way
outside, into the biting cold that allows me to be me.

This time I walk
farther than I normally do, passing the
Quidditch Pitch as I do so. I can feel eyes watching me from above yet
I do not
turn to wave at the person who does, instead I walk faster and even
farther out
of their gaze. I walk onto the pitch that I so often fly at and into
the stands
to sit on a bench and watch the snow. I hear the footsteps long before
I see
the person who owns them, the crunch in the snow on the steps to get up
to
where I am, yet I know exactly who it is. He stops and I do not turn
around to
look at him, I keep my eyes ahead and focused on something completely
different. The bench groans as another sits on it in the cold next to
me and I
still do not even acknowledge the fact that he is even there. He is
dressed
similar to me; scarf, gloves and cloak yet his are different colors. We
look
like exact opposites and yet we are not

“You were right,” he
says finally, after sitting with me,
watching the snow, “We are more alike then I thought.”

“I can not believe
you just admitted I was right about
something.”

“Shut up Potter.”

I smirk at him and
shake my head softly. We sit in
stillness for an hour, just enjoying each others company and the snow,
we can
not forget about the snow. Suddenly we are talking about everything and
anything and I voice my questions about the snow to him and he responds
just
like I thought he would. He says that he does not understand it either,
that
snow is so pure while everything around it is so tainted but he says
that he
likes how the snow is so pure because it shows that something out there
is
pure. He tells me that his mother used to tell him that the day it
snowed brown
was the day the earth was purely dirty and evil and he hung onto that
belief
and since it had never snowed brown he knew that people out there were
pure and
innocent.

Then, he tells me
something I wasn’t expecting, “The
reason I haven’t been with anyone is because the one person I want is
too
untouchable for me to get.”

I pause, look at him
and see that he is being completely
honest with me so I am completely honest with him, “One reason I am not
with
anyone is because I truly did not believe I would still be alive today.
It was
something that I came to terms with in my fifth year and it has always
just
been there, nagging me almost. The other reason is because the person I
love
would never love me back, no matter how hard I tried to get the person
to do
so.”

“Do you know that for
sure?”

I pause, not really
knowing how to answer with anything
but the truth so that’s what I do, “No, I don’t. I guess I’ve always
just
assumed.”

He nods slowly,
throws his leg over the bench before he pulls
up his sleeve to glance at his watch, noting the time. He looks over my
shoulder towards the school and I follow his gaze, the lights in the
Great Hall
are, once again, on. I look away from the school and exhale, my breath
coming
out in puffs again. The sky darkens quickly around us and yet he does
not move
from his spot so close to me.

Without any warning
little lights shimmer to life around
us and the area we are in becomes filled with light, fairy lights to be
exact.
I smile and close my eyes, shaking my head at the same time realizing
who did
the lights for us. I look at Malfoy who is looking at me, his cheeks
are tinted
pink from the cold and his eyes bore into my own.

“It’s dinner time.
Are you hungry?” he asks.

I shake my head, not
wanting to open my mouth and ruin the
silence.

“I never see you in
the Great Hall anymore.”

I recognize that I
must ruin the silence as Malfoy seems
to want to talk, “I see no reason to go.”

“Why not?”

“While I was training
I learned not to eat as much as I
did. I learned to live off of tea and coffee and foods that are easy to
grab as
I walk. I still just have the habit of just eating while I walk.”

Malfoy nods and turns
to look at the lights floating
around our heads. I blink at him and take in the image before me. His
hair,
which is hanging loosely, is filled with white flecks that don’t really
stand
out, silver eyes are alert, and his cheeks are pink from the cold. That
horrid
hat he had in third year is gone; I think he got rid of it after the
ferret
incident, and the green and silver scarf around his neck is the only
color from
his neck down. His feet are in thick, heavy boots, perfect for walking
though
the snow with. Malfoy blinks, shakes his head and looks at me. I catch
his eye
and we stare at each other for a long moment. There are only a few
inches
between us, is the first thing I notice before I shake myself of those
thoughts
and turn to look out onto the pitch, I can feel my cheeks reddening
quickly.

Draco - wait, when
did he turn into Draco? – gives me a
funny look and I stare at the ground, escaping his piercing eyes. I
feel a hand
under my chin and I am back to looking into those eyes that haunt my
dreams so
often. The hand drops.

“Why did you look
away?” he asks softly.

“I had to.” I still
do not know why I am being so honest with
him.

He gains this
confused look on his face, something I know
not many people have seen, and I can not help but think it looks
adorable on
him. He tilts his head to the side and blinks at me a few times, still
adorably
confused.

His confusion clears
and he sighs, understanding
something, “A wise man once told me that the greatest gift you could
give and
receive is love. At first I didn’t realize what he meant and I wanted a
few
quiet moments to think about it, alone in the snow. Then I saw you
walking into
the pitch and I was angry because my quiet time would be ruined to I
followed
you here, planning on yelling at you. But as I got to the top of the
stands and
you were just sitting there, even though I knew you could hear me walk
up the
stairs, and I could not bring myself to yell at you because I knew that
it was I that ruined your quiet time not the
other way around. So instead, I joined you and you said nothing about
it, even
though I am your enemy.” He stops and I say nothing, knowing he has to
get this
out before it explodes inside of him. “I don’t know why I am being so
honest
with you but I know you were honest with me so I feel as if it is just
one more
thing I owe you. What I’m trying to get at is that while we sat here,
together
and not fighting for once, I apprehended what that wise man said when
he told
me that and it was exactly what he said. The greatest gift you can give
and
receive is love; you can give your love away and receive the love of
another.
He also told me to be careful, as not all love is easy to come by.”

“What are you getting
at?”

“I love somebody.”

I stay silent and my
face does not change but inside...
inside is a different story.

“I have to do
something to tell them or to show them.
Don’t you agree?”

“I do.”

He nods and stands,
stepping over the bench. I watch as he
shakes his whole body to rid himself of the pure white snow. He turns
to look
at me and steps forward so my knees hit his legs before he drops to a
crouch,
“Thank you.” It’s whispered and I nod slowly, staring straight at him.
“Now,
don’t murder me please.”

I want to say that I
would never murder him and that I
would never even hurt him on purpose, but all of my thoughts are shoved
out of
my head as his lips descend upon my own. His lips are soft and I feel
him stand
before a weight is on my legs. I wrap my arms around him near his waist
and his
own go to my head, kissing me harder as it once again starts to snow
around us.
We part for the much needed air and look up at the same time, looking
at the
snow and the lights and then at each other and I can not help the smile
that
crosses my face. He kisses my head and I kiss him back on the lips,
harder and
deeper than before.

As we sit out there,
in the snow, kissing on the benches,
I know that in the morning I will wake up much better then I did that
morning.
I know that I will fall asleep wrapped around the person I love and
that
everything will be okay because we will be together forever and no one
will
stop it from happening. Like the wise man said, love is the greatest
gift and I
should know.

The End
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