It's Christmas the one year anniversary of the war, Draco reflects on past Christmas's and happier times for he is "unfortunately, involuntarily, forever alone." Or at least until one Hermione Granger makes her entrance..

"A smouldering cigarette lays dying at my feet, it's amber glow, my golden days. They all mix. And every memory takes the form of you." Drabbles of DMHG

"Maybe one thousand six hundred and sixty five steps closer to everyone she's ever loved and she'll be able to breathe."

"You seem to shine with a light of your own and as the candlelight spills distorted halos around the crown of your head I'm more convinced than ever that you're a figment of my imagination."

Twenty-three years ago Draco Malfoy laid eyes on Hermione Granger, now he tells her everything that's been running through his head ever since.