Draco stirred awake, smelling the familiar aroma of a good, hot breakfast. He bolted up, squinting his eyes at the bright, white glow of the snowy fields outside.

"Merry Christmas, sir!" Dobby greeted, setting a food tray onto the cubby next to his bed.

Draco closed his eyes, giving his head a little shake. "I had the strangest dream…"

"Dream, sir?"

He took a bite of his toast. "Yeah," he said slowly, thinking over his dream. It had been such a lovely dream, filled with incredible bliss. Better than he had ever felt in his life.

"What was it about, master?"

"I had a… family…" He set the toast down. Suddenly he wasn't so hungry anymore. Actually, he felt rather lonely and sad. He was missing something in his life, he realized.

"Are you sure it was a dream, sir?" Dobby questioned.

Draco eyed him over, finding his question strange. The house elf smiled with a twinkle in his eye.

"Dobby thought he heard you talking with someone this early morning."

"Mother…" Draco whispered, flipping the covers off of him and slipping into his slippers. He raced down to his study where he remembered seeing her for the first time since her death.

"Mother…?" Draco called out. He did not get an answer.

"Dobby, I want you to fetch Hermione Granger's address," he ordered the elf who had followed him to the study.

The house elf smiled and bowed low. "As you wish, sir."

An hour later, he stood on the front stoop of Miss Granger's home. It was tiny, yet he could see himself living here— if she were living with him.

He took a deep breath, steadying himself for the upcoming confrontation. Draco knocked on the door, announcing his arrival.

Ron Weasley answered the door. When his eyes set on to him, the bulky man displayed a scowl. "What do you want?" he snarled.

"I'd like to speak with Miss Granger."

"You're the last person she wishes to talk to, let alone on Christmas Eve! You've done enough damage, don't you think?"

"And that's why I'm here. I'd like to patch some things up."

Weasley grunted, but he turned around, calling out for Miss Granger. "Hermione! Scrooge McGrinch is here!"

"I deserve that," Draco said, chuckling uneasily.

"You won't hear any arguments from me!"

Miss Granger appeared then, squeezing her way between Weasley and the door. Her eyebrows were furrowed, and she instantly crossed her arms over her chest. "Shouldn't you be off stealing Christmas?"

"I'd like to give you my sincerest apologies for the way I have acted. It seems I have been a bit too Scoogey lately."

Miss Granger shifted her feet, softening her stance some, yet not quite trusting of him. "Go on," she permitted him to further explain his reasoning for his visit.

"I wanted you to be the first to know that I have given everyone their well-earned Christmas bonuses and tripled the amount for the trouble I have caused."

Her eyes widened in mere shock over Draco's announcement, but they quickly retracted when she become suspicious of him. "What has changed your mind so suddenly…?"

"I had a little taste of the holiday spirit, and I learned that I really quite like it."

He earned a smile for that. "You really are Scrooge McGrinch, aren't you? You've changed overnight, just like the characters in the stories?"

He laughed, thinking about the story he had read to his family in the glimpse that he had been given. "I suppose so. Well," he said, pausing, noticing that she was shivering. Draco didn't want her catching cold. "Merry Christmas, Miss Granger." He turned and began walking away.

"Wait!"

"Yeah?"

She lifted her heels up, looking away for a moment before eyeing him over. The corner of her mouth tugged to the side. "Would you like to come over for Christmas dinner?"

It took Draco all his control to keep from screaming out yes! His heart beat began pounding against his chest. He glanced at the house, seeing the red headed man peeping out at them from a window, watching them closely.

"I wouldn't want to impose on you and your boyfriend."

Miss Granger laughed, waving the mentioning of Weasley off. "Oh, he wishes we were an item! We're just friends though!"

Draco tilted his head. "Are you sure you want me over for dinner?"

Her heels lifted off the ground again. She gave him a tiny shrug. "I'm just interested in how much of that holiday cheer you plan on passing around. I'm deeply intrigued by your sudden change of heart. I'd like to see if the holiday spirit really can change someone overnight."

Draco stepped forward, closing up the gap between them a little. "I want you to come back to work with me. As my partner. I'd like to give you half of my business," he decided right then.

She took half a step back and gaped at him. "You're serious?! This isn't some sick, twisted joke you've planned?!"

Draco shook his head. "Not at all. Our sales were up 300% during your employment, and you had some excellent ideas to introduce. I was just too much of a horse's ass to consider them."

She placed her hand to her chest in absolute disbelief. She continued to gawk at him, all words were lost.

"You'll accept?" Draco asked when she kept staring at him.

"Of course I'll accept! Thank you!" Miss Granger's eyes lit up with excitement, and she crashed into him, hugging him. "You have no idea what this means to me!" she said with a crack to her voice. "I've always wanted to run a business! I… I don't know what else to say…!"

Draco got a little dizzy from the wave of emotions flooding through his body. He pulled from her, giving her a tiny smile. "How about just wishing me a Happy Christmas? That's all I could ask for."

She laughed, dabbing at the corners of her teary eyes. "Happy Christmas, Mr. Malfoy!"

AN: Well, this was the final chapter. I really hope you enjoyed this year's Christmas story! If you're wanting another, check out The Hanstrapp's Christmas. It's not as fluffy (nor family-friendly/orientated), but it does have a happy ending.

Have an awesome holiday, guys, and see you at the new year!

Review Responses:

MissSparx: Oh I know. It's so adorable how squishy he's become!

pgoodrichboggs:Yay, more kisses! I'm down with that!