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Colors of Us
None - Words: 3,224 - Rated: K+ - English - Romance - Chapters: 6 - Updated: 13-02-2018 - Published: 13-02-2018 - by sugarfreecakes (FFN)

A/N: These are very, very short chapters. Regardless, I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any part the Harry Potter universe.


It is the color of her eyes when he meets them and they sparkle with a smile of their own. It is the color that becomes tangible when her curls slip through his fingers as she sleeps beside him. As he comes into the room, it is the first colored head he seeks out. When she gifts him a hand-knitted scarf, it is the color of his most prized possession. It has become his favorite color.

Winter, 1999.

"Happy Christmas!"

Draco Malfoy smiled at the witch standing in front of him as he stepped out of the fireplace. He took her into his arms and breathed in her scent. "How I missed you," he said softly, pressing his mouth to hers.

Hermione Granger grinned as she pulled back and patted his chest. "It's only been 11 hours, you know," she replied.

He shrugged and looked around the living room. There were quite a few more gifts in the pile under her tree that hadn't been there the night before. When she noticed him looking at them, she said, "Harry and Ron sent over their gifts. Did I forget to mention we were having dinner here tonight?"

"Not at Grimmauld then?"

"Harry said he wouldn't have the place cleaned up enough by then, so I offered my flat."

"How kind of you," he joked, kissing her again.

Hermione rolled her eyes and told him to sit, moving away towards the corner with the tree in it. She picked up a small box wrapped in a shiny green paper and came back to the couch. As she sat down next to him, she handed the box over and told him to open it. "I thought we could go ahead and exchange our gifts now," she stated casually, but Draco could tell she was nervous about him liking the gift.

As he opened it, he did it carefully as to not rip the paper. This was their first Christmas together and although he wasn't usually the sentimental type, for some reason he wanted to keep the wrapping paper. Once he had it open enough, he pulled the box out and took off the lid. Inside was something brown. He picked it up and as it fell open, he realized it was a scarf. The material was soft and Draco could tell it was expensive wool. Hermione was chewing on her bottom lip when he looked up at her. "Do you like it?" she asked.

"Of course, I do," he replied.

"I made it myself. Without magic."

"Then I love it."

He kissed her again and she smiled brightly. He wore the scarf around the house for the rest of the day.

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