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A Christmas Wish	By : Katay Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 2639 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Winter Wonderland
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A/N: Technically inspired by a
Christmas challenge, it doesn�t quite suit the rules.

IrishChic20 � I�ve changed the
ending just for you. I didn�t fancy being hunted down by a mob of hormonal,
pregnant women � sorry!

She stood gazing out over the
frozen lake and snow covered hills. Her eyes, unfocused in their perusal, held
a myriad of emotions in their chocolate depths. A cold burst of wind whipped
around her and threatened to uncoil her hair. Pulling her black wool coat
tighter and wrapping her Burberry scarf around her head, she attempted to
burrow into herself.

Behind her, she could hear the
carriages being prepared for their trek across the white frosted grounds, the
bells jingling quietly as though afraid to disrupt the stillness of the land.
Few people milled around the black, horseless carriages; most weren�t even
there for him.

She swallowed a sob and looked up
into the slowly falling snowflakes, wishing they could coat her grief as
thickly as they had covered the grassy planes surrounding her. She wondered
what was up there, in that great white abyss. Was he watching her stand there,
arms outstretched?

Sleigh bells ring, are you
listening?

In the lane, snow is glistening.

Only a few days ago, they had wandered
the same snowy trails that she looked upon. She recalled with a tear, that she
had refused to talk to him after he threw a snowball down her coat.

She turned back to the coaches,
sliding her hood up to hide her tear-stained face. She slipped quietly into the
last one and felt it jerk into motion only a few moments later. Laying her
fevered forehead on the cool glass window, she remembered the fun they had
playing around in the snow.

A beautiful sight, we're happy tonight,

Walking in a winter wonderland.

Her eyes pricked again at the
thought that there would be no more snow fights, no more arguments by the
fireplace, no more moments of simply sitting in each other�s presence. She
heard the wind whistle and groan around the moving carriage, watching the
forlorn black raven outside float on the winds� wisps, as though unsure of his
destination. She remembered all of the notes that lovely bird had brought her
and with a slight moan thought of all the notes he wouldn�t get the chance to
bring anymore.

Gone away is the bluebird;

Here to stay is a new bird.

He sings a love song, as we go along,

Walking in a winter wonderland.

The carriage stopped on the
outskirts of a small enclosed area. She slowly got out, each movement hurting
her constricted heart. She glanced away from the forlorn gathering at the
snowdrifts to the side of the wrought-iron fence.

She imagined another lonely
wrought-iron fence: the one she had to clutch as he knelt in the cold snow,
holding a small silver ring in front of him. The same one she had almost been
pierced by when her knees buckled under his passionate kiss.

She remembered as she took in the
thickening snow, the small garden they had chosen for the ceremony and she also
remembered the quick bed-side service that had been reality.

In the meadow we can build a snowman.

Then pretend that he is Parson Brown.

He'll say, �Are you married?�

We'll say, �No man!

But you can do the job when you're in town.�

He hadn�t known he was sick, she
knew by the desolation in his eyes. But he had faced it with the same will with
which he had faced everything else. She remembered the night he told her the
news, only a week ago. She had wiped his tears away and refused to let him
dwell on it, cradling him in her arms in front of the large fireplace he had
appeared out of.

And a few days later, when the
curse had finally taken full hold of him, he met his death as he had met every
other challenge in life: head on with a slight smirk on his lips.

Later on, we'll conspire,

As we dream by the fire.

To face unafraid, the plans that we've made,

Walking in a winter wonderland.

She turned back to the small
gathering of people and walked up to the gaping black hole that she wished she
could climb into herself. Holding back tears, she stared glassily at the blank
faces that surrounded her. Not one had been his supporter in life, not one had
given him a chance. Who were they to be there, at his final defeat?

She stood proud, willing herself
not to break down in front of the prying eyes. She knew they wondered who she
was, and why she took the widow�s place at the edge of the white marble. As the
familiar minister finished his short prayer and patted her on the shoulder, she
attempted not to feel the pain threatening to take over. She bent down
mechanically, picked up a handful of dirt and tossed it onto the glistening
mahogany casket, placed in the earth.

The hollow thump of the black dirt
hitting the remains of her lover almost broke her. She stared hard at the dirt,
knowing how much he would have hated it, how much he had always avoided
anything that would muss his hands. She smirked slightly, and bent down once
more, picking up a handful of snow this time. Staring all of the curious
bystanders down, she tossed it into the grave. Handful by handful she attempted
to cover the casket that held her lover�s body.

When the minister finally pulled
her away, she made no attempt to go back. She wandered away from the grave,
staring into the quietly falling snow.

When it snows, ain't it thrilling?

Though your nose gets a chilling.

She wandered back towards the lake,
following no path but her own. She had no conception of how long she walked in the
pure whiteness until she finally made it back to the small clearing. The group
now gone and the hole filled, all that remained was a white marble slab. She
stumbled to it, her eyes blurry and legs frozen.

Falling onto the cold ground, she
whimpered, �You couldn�t wait for Christmas, but now it�s come without you. You
were my Christmas wish, Draco. You were the only thing I could ever want.� She
lay there, sobbing broken heartedly, �I love you! I love you! How could you
leave me?!� Slowly being covered by a soft blanket of snow, her voice broke and
she hoarsely recited, �Come back, come back, come back.�

She stood up, what seemed like
hours later, unable to feel anything besides her broken heart. As she walked
back to the carriage, she felt the wind whip around her uncovered hair once
more and then suddenly, a large snowball hit her head and she heard a loud,
curious, �And where are you going?�

We'll frolic and play, the
Eskimo way,

Walking in a winter wonderland.

She whipped around; she knew that voice! Behind her stood Draco,
standing in all his 6� glory, in all black with the slightest hint of green
around his neck, and a white belt. She gaped at him, wondering if she had been
out in the cold too long.

The image in front of her smirked and said, �you always look like a
goldfish when you do that.�

Her jaw clamped shut, her mind racing as she slowly walked towards him.
�But how?� she whispered brokenly.

He shrugged, �Apparently I have some great destiny waiting for me with
this really annoying but gorgeous witch. Any clue who she is?�

Hermione felt her lips twitch up, �I might.�

He nodded musingly and took one of her hands in his, looking down into
her eyes, �Mmm. I love you too, Miss Book. Couldn�t let Potter be the only
resurrected one walking around, now could I?�

She shook her head amused, but brought her hand up to trace his face,
still unsure if he was really in front of her or not.

He saw the insecurity in her eyes, and grasping her waist to him, he
bent his head to hers. At first touching his lips to hers softly, the pressure
increased steadily � both not wanting to waste a moment with the one they�d
almost lost.

She broke away suddenly, breathing heavily, and he grinned. He pulled
her arm through his and started the trek back to the carriage, wondering how on
earth he was going to explain this to everyone. He smiled into the falling
snow.

She glanced at him oddly, �You�re not going to be one of those
annoyingly happy born-agains, are you?�

He frowned and looked down, glaring at her twitching face. �Woman, I�ve
just returned from the dead, I think I�m permitted a smile, don�t you?�

She turned back to the snow, and looked into the blinding whiteness surrounding
them and said with a smile, �Yes, yes I do.�

Walking in a winter wonderland.

Walking in a winter wonderland.
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