Unexpected love

Happy Christmas

I wake up early in the morning and look under my head at the two presents from Makayla and Pansy. I open Pansy's first and see all sorts of candys from the magic world and a beautiful bracelet with a snake on it. I open Makayla's to see a stuffed animal that looks like my owl that sends letters for me. I will have to give them big hugs when they get back from their holidays.

 I realize how early it is before bringing my record player, that I brought from the muggle world, down into the common room. I put it on the ground by the bookshelf in the common room and start to play a Christmas album I had stolen from aunt petunia. I pick out a random book on Transfiguration and start to read at the table I had done the night before with Malfoy. 

I sigh and try to read it, but I can't since it's so early. I go to the highest part of the common room and look out the window which is half above the water and half under the water. I watch as snow falls from the sky onto the frozen over water. I smile as Frank Sinatra's 'have yourself a merry little Christmas' comes on. This is my favorite muggle christmas song. I watch outside until I hear Malfoy come out of his dorm and down the stairs. He looks around then notices me. The highest part of the common room is on top of the bookshelf, I forgot to mention.

"(Y/n), you should come down from there, you are going to fall!"

Did he just call me by my first name? 

"You didn't call me Potter," I say and slowly make my way down the ladder and over to Malfoy, "you only ever call me, Potter."

He shrugs, "I don't know, (Y/n) just sounds better."

I can't help but smile at him just a little.

"What is that playing?"

"It's my record player, it's a muggle singer named Frank Sinatra. He sings in America, and it sounds amazing."

He nods a little and I look at him shocked. Why is he agreeing with me that something muggle is cool. 

"I have something for you," he says and goes up to his dorm. He quickly comes back with something in his hands. A picture frame?

He hands it to me, and I look at the bewitched photo of two people.

"Thats your mum and dad."

I gasp and stare at the photo as they are dancing in autumn and waving at a camera I can only guess. I smile and put down the frame walking closer to the boy in front of me. I wrap my arms around him and he stiffens up.

"Thank you, Draco," as I thank him he relaxes and slowly pats my back.

"Donta worry about it," he pulls away and I pick up the frame, "I should be off to breakfast. Happy Christmas, (Y/n)."

"Happy Christmas, Draco."

I smile and watch the moving frame as Draco leaves. I have never gotten a present before, this is amazing!

I quickly run out with the frame and run to the Gryffindor common room. The fat lady was sleeping so I snuck right in to see Harry and Ron by their tree. They look at me confused as to why I am so excited.

"Okay, I won't tell you who, but look what someone got me."

I walk over to Harry and smile, "that's mum and dad."

He grabs it and stares at the moving photo, "wow! it's amazing! who got this for you though?"

I shake my head, "you will never guess."

"A teacher," I shake my head, "Hermione," I shake my head again, "Hagrid?"

"No! It was Draco!"

Harry gives it back to me and stares at me in shock along with Ronald.

"I know, I was just as surprised. He apologized last night and said he wanted to be friends with me, and I said we can as long as he isn't a prick anymore."

"He wants something," Ron says and I look at him confused, "there is no way he doesn't. too sketchy."

"Thats what I thought but it seemed sincere."

They shrug and Ron hands me a package, "mum made you this."

I smile and open it to see my first initial on a hand crocheted sweater. 

"Wow! How nice! I will have to write her a letter."

"Oh! and look, this was dads," Harry says and holds up a blanket before putting it over himself making him disappear.

"Holy cricket! that is so cool."

Harry laughs and takes it off while picking up the letter that came with it, "there was no name, it just said use it well."

I shrug and get up with my sweater and the picture frame, "I am off to the library, maybe there is more stuff on Nicholas Flamel that is not in the restricted section that we missed."

They nod and I smile, "Happy Christmas, boys."

"Happy Christmas, (Y/n)."