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Locked In	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 117470 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 13
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Hermione and Draco were startled awake by a sudden loud crack. They shot straight up in bed, wands at the ready. It was sad they both were still poised to strike for battle six months later, but there was nothing for it. They’d have to learn to relax in degrees. As it was, they lowered their wands promptly when they figured out what was going on.

“Dobby is sorry to be disturbing yous,” the little house elf squeaked. “But Hogwarts is saying for Dobby to bring Christmas goodies. Look!”

Draco and Hermione stared slack jawed in amazement. There was a small decorated Christmas tree in the middle of the room, its base covered in presents. That wasn’t the most amazing part though. On the wall opposite the tub stood a roaring fireplace, two stockings hanging from the mantle. They belatedly noticed that the room was toasty warm now. On the desk, there were two full servings of English breakfast, a carafe of pumpkin juice, and two steaming hot cups of tea.

“Wow Dobby,” Hermione managed to choke out. “How ever did you manage?”

The little elf shrugged. “Room be knowing today is special day. Do yous need anything else?”

“No,” Draco said softly. “It’s absolutely perfect.”

Dobby grinned grotesquely and bowed low to the ground, his ears flopping over as he did so. He cracked out a second later, leaving the two stunned teens to survey their spoils. After a couple of weeks of only enough raw foods to survive on, they thought they had died and gone to the afterlife.

“Is it real?” Hermione whispered.

“Only one way to find out,” Draco said, a grin slowly forming on his face.

He pulled her out of the bed and over to the desk, summoning their robes as they went. The two sat, merely staring at the food for a while. It was absolutely unbelievable, so much so that they were hesitant to dig in.

“Well,” Hermione said, taking a steadying breath. “Only one way to find out, right?”

She delicately speared a tomato slice and bit a little chunk out of it, smiling when it didn’t disappear. Draco’s eyes lit up and he quickly dove into his beans. They both moaned and closed their eyes frequently through their meal, savoring the flavors they’d sorely missed. It wasn’t surprising that they could barely make a dent in their food though. Their stomachs had shrunk significantly.

“That was amazing,” Hermione sighed, rubbing her full stomach.

Draco smiled. “It was. Happy Christmas, Hermione.”

“Happy Christmas, Draco.”

“What do you say we put the rest of this under stasis and open presents?”

Hermione agreed whole heartedly. It wasn’t long before they were both sprawled in the floor, their presents in a pile around them. She was anxious to tear into hers but Draco had meticulously scanned each one of his, only relaxing when they came back negative for hexes. It was yet another reminder that while Draco still had his family, he didn’t enjoy the same trusting relationships that she did.

“Let’s dig in,” Draco said as brightly as he could.

He watched as Hermione went for her first package, unwrapping it efficiently but not tearing into it like a madwoman. She was eager but not overly enthusiastic like some of his house tended to be when receiving gifts. Surprise, surprise, it was a book. She stroked the cover lovingly, her face breaking out in a brilliant smile. He chanced a look at the title: Charms for the Witch Who Knows Everything. He couldn’t hold back his snort.

“What?” Hermione said defensively. “I do have a sense of humor you know. Besides, this book contains obscure charms not in use anymore.”

Draco merely shook his head and quickly opened his first gift. As he suspected, it was a box full of sweets: imported Swiss chocolate, French dark chocolate and black truffles, and Spanish Turron. He sighed, looking over each piece. His mother had long stopped trying to figure out what he was interested in and had gone with the good old sweet standby. Not that he didn’t appreciate it, but it wasn’t as inventive or personal as Granger’s book.

The room was a mess once they were done. Draco had gotten a few rare texts on potions from Snape, a new watch from an obscure cousin, and some quidditch memorabilia from his housemates who were still speaking to him. He also got a signet ring and a letter from his father which he promptly read and threw into the fire. It reminded him of his duties as a Malfoy and a pureblood, despite his indiscretions during the battle. Bloody pompous arse, it was Draco’s actions that kept his father out of Azkaban.

Hermione covertly watched Draco stew as he stared into the flames. She didn’t dare ask him what was wrong though. He looked angry enough to snap her head off. Instead, she surveyed her presents. She’d gained yet another Weasley family sweater, a box full of Mrs. Weasley’s cakes and pies, several more books, and a little pack of muggle makeup from Ginny who insisted that if she didn’t use beauty charms, she at least have something to fix up with. She couldn’t concentrate on them for long though. Draco’s mood had thoroughly soured and she wasn’t sure why, but she didn’t have to be a genius to know that his letter did not bear good news.

Draco noticed Hermione trying not to look at him. He imagined he probably resembled Snape at the moment, brooding silently into the fire. It suddenly made him wonder what his mentor was doing this Christmas. As far as he knew, he had no family and very few friends. For that matter, what would Hermione do now that her parents were lost to her? At least she had her friends. He sighed, realizing that he was quickly ruining a very nice day. No, he wouldn’t let his father do that again.

“Hey,” he said, scooting closer to her and pulling her into his chest. “What do you normally do after presents?”

“Well,” she said, a frown marring her face. “If I were home, we’d play with our new gifts for a while and then have a nice lunch.”

“Meaning you’d read until lunch, right?” Draco asked with a grin.

“Maybe,” she said, trying hard not to grin.

“So after lunch?”

“Oh, watch a program the telly maybe.”

“What’s a…telly?”

“It’s a muggle device, sort of like a, well, like a moving photograph. It’s a box that plays films, erm, recorded plays.”

Draco tried to work it out in his head. He was fairly ignorant in most things muggle, but this telly thing sounded sort of interesting. “I’d like to watch this telly one day.”

Hermione smiled. “Well, if we ever get out of here…and if we can sneak away to muggle London, I’ll show you one.”

“Why not here?”

“Muggle electronics don’t really work well at Hogwarts. They have to be spelled to work properly and the spells are quite complicated.”

“Like you couldn’t do it,” Draco chided.

“Well,” she hedged. “I did manage to make my CD player work.”

“Your what?”

“It’s like a wizarding wireless and a gramophone combined, only smaller, portable.”

“Sounds intriguing.”

“I love it,” she said with a smile. “I can listen to the music I want to when I want to.”

“Wish we had some music,” Draco sighed. “It’s been quiet for too bloody long.”

Apparently, Hermione agreed because the room started to play a soft waltz. They both grinned, happy that the room appeared to be working properly, well…mostly. Draco got a crazy idea and went with it before he could talk himself out of it.

“Care to dance?”

Hermione grinned, taking his hand and letting him spin her across the floor. While they waltzed around, the outside world was the furthest thing from their minds.
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