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'' It's always going to be rain, isn't it?''

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'' Draco—'' Amelie whispered, leaning closer to his ear, '' Draco, wake up.''

He didn't move a muscle. He was deeply asleep as her eyebrows knitted together — usually, she would let him sleep in and not wake him if she didn't have to, but today she needed to.

It was Christmas, and all she wanted was to dress the tree with him before the rest woke up.

'' Draco—'' She mumbled again, this time nudging him to the side. Still nothing, not a life sign from the blond, and she grew impatient, '' Draco...''

Her lips curled into a smirk as she gently climbed on top of him — straddling him in between the covers as she leaned forward, brushing her nose against his.

'' Wake up, Draco.'' Amelie muttered, his breaths felt hot on her lips, '' Draco—''

She squealed as his arms wrapped around her, suddenly without warning, and he wrestled her into the mattress, towering her instead,

'' What?'' His eyes drowsy, his hair messy, '' What couldn't possibly wait five more minutes?''

Her teeth showed as she laughed at the annoyance he felt with her for waking him up at this hour, '' I'm—''

She continued to chuckle at him as he buried his head into her neck, sighing loudly at her, '' Terribly funny, Amelie.'' Draco's body felt heavy on top of hers — but she didn't mind. She loved having his skin on hers.

'' It was, wasn't it?'' Amelie smiled cheekily as he rolled off her, sitting up at the edge of the bed. His head dropped to his hands as he groaned by the early morning.

Amelie kneeled over the covers as she placed herself behind him, and she kissed his neck softly. The act caused him to lean back against her, softening into the touch she brought.

'' So you want to dress the tree, hm?'' Draco mumbled at the faint pecks she kept on leaving.

'' I do.'' Amelie clung her arms around his neck, '' I really do.''

Malfoy huffed at that before he shifted around to face her fully, '' Then let's go dress the tree.''

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'' No—'' Amelie sent him a glare as he draped the tree with the golden claret decorations. She shot up on her toes to drag it back down, '' You can't just hang them however you want. You need to do it symmetrically.''

Draco chuckled, his hands raised at her words, '' My apologies then.''

Her eyes rolled. She sighed at herself for always wanting everything to be in order — for wishing for things to be in the path with another.

'' You know what?'' She let the decoration stay in the place where Draco had placed it, '' Let's do it your way.'' Amelie shyly smiled.

'' Really?'' Draco's arms wrapped around her from behind as his head sunk into her hair, '' That's a first.''

'' Oh, stop it!'' Amelie laughed, slapping his arm gently, '' You know what I mean. I just want things to be precise, you know?''

'' I know.'' He grinned as he let go of her, stepping back to pick up another piece of decoration, and as he did, his eyes fell upon her, how she had to stretch up on her toes to match the globes he'd put, how her nightdress slipped over her figure — the body he couldn't get enough of.

He had no strength of tearing his eyes away from her, because she was his now. Amelie was finally after months of battling back and forth — his.

And nothing in this shallow world made him happier — nothing had ever felt more at peace than to watch her struggle with the decorations, nearly stumbling around the tree in his slippers, that was way out of her size.

'' Are you going to help me, or are you going to stare?'' Amelie frowned at him, playfully as he slowly shook his head at her, '' Because I can't reach—''

'' Here,'' Draco said, and he closed in on her again, bending down to grab her thighs — he lifted her, and she let out a cry at his doings, unprepared for what he was going to do.

'' Draco—'' Amelie's breath hitched in the back of her throat, '' God, you can't just—''

'' Well, I did, now hang that ball in this bloody tree.'' He muttered, and her hand tangled into his blond strands for support, '' There you go.'' Draco dropped her to her feet again.

'' All done,'' Amelie smiled, biting down onto her lower lip as she watched the now — fully dressed tree, '' And now—''

'' We can go back to bed, right?'' Draco groaned beside her as she walked over to the table, coming back with a Christmas present in her hands, '' It's too early, Amelie,'' - but the second he saw the gift in her hands — he hushed down.

'' What is that?'' The blond rose a brow at her; a flicker of confusion flashed the grey eyes.

'' It's for you.'' Amelie's cheeks burnt as she felt a waver of embarrassment by the shocked look he was giving her. She reached her hands out for him to take the gift.

Draco studied it thoughtfully as his fingers arched around the edges of the wrapping paper, and he quickly unfolded the books.

'' What is it?'' He mumbled as he flipped through the clear pages, '' Is it some sort of books?''

Her skin held the flushed color as she nodded, '' It's two diaries.'' His eyes flickered to hers, '' And they can feel each other, so what I write — you can see and feel too.''

The grey eyes widened as he sucked in a harsh breath, '' And you got this for us?''

'' I did.'' Her fingers intertwined behind her back as she sent the blond a humble smile, '' I love writing, and I'm not that good at explaining my feelings and...'' She held as she nervously looked at him,

'' And...'' Draco spoke up at her silence, '' And what?''

'' Neither are you.''

'' Oh—'' He smirked, before placing the books onto the counter, '' Well, then I'm glad that I've found someone that knows me better than I know myself.''

Her head tipped to the side as she gently rolled her eyes at him — it made her heart flutter, what he said to her, and the way he was staring at her.

Amelie was never the one to cherish Christmas much either — her parents never celebrated it, so every year, she got permission to visit Teddy and his father for the holidays. Her views on it changed drastically when she got to be with her best friend and celebrate in the ways he did.

'' I have something for you too,'' Draco's hand pathed up to her jawline, stroking his thumb against the sensitive skin, '' It was hard, buying something for someone who gives you everything.''

Amelie's teeth sank into the inside of her cheek as she sought not to smile, '' I didn't want to buy you just one thing. I want to give you everything—'' He raised, keeping the palm of his hand on her skin.

'' You already do, Draco,'' Amelie noted, '' I don't understand how you're so blind from seeing how much I've changed with you — how much you've changed me.''

Draco let out a peel of chuckle before his jaws tensed, '' That's not true.''

'' But it is—'' Amelie's arms cloaked around his waist, '' Don't you remember the night you found me with Adrian, in the locker room? Or when you caught me in the library the first time? Don't you see how much I've changed since then?''

His gaze fell softly upon her, '' I do, but that's all you—''

'' It's not all me. If it was all me — I still would've been with Adrian because no one would've helped me out.'' Amelie's fingers gripped the smooth fabric of his shirt tightly.

His head slightly shook at her, '' It's all you, it's always you, Amelie.'' He confessed, his hand held large on her face, '' I know that you're going to say something about me saving you and that I am all the reasons to why you're standing here right now, but don't.''

Draco dragged in a harsh breath, hesitant to if he wished to bare himself, '' You are. You are all my reasons, because before you — I wasn't a worthy human being. I did things that no one should ever be allowed to do, but you—''

She blinked quickly, '' You...'' Malfoy quieted down, '' Just you, Amelie.''

Her lips slightly parted as he kept his eyes on her.

'' You are the flower to my rain, or something like that.''

Amelie's heart fluttered, " Or something like that?" She chuckled, '' It's always going to be rain, isn't it?'' She asked, and he leisurely nodded at her,

'' Good,'' Amelie continued, her forehead fell against his chest, '' I love rain.''

'' I do too.'' Draco mumbled into her head, '' But what I got you isn't something you can wear when it rains.'' He withdrew from her, marching out of the room for a quick minute before he returned with a gracious paper box in his hands.

The color stunned in azure shades as the bow on it held pearly. The box and its wrapping was beautiful.

Amelie's eyes grew wide at the package he granted her. Her fingers stroked over the glimmering paper, and her eyes flickered.

'' Draco, you didn't have to—''

'' Just open it.'' The blond stepped back, hunching down on the couch as she studied her. How she stood so effortlessly and still managed to look so breathtaking.

He didn't understand what he ever did to deserve her and the soft heart beating within the cage of her chest.

Amelie slipped down next to him, the gift on her lap as she carefully tugged it open by lifting the lid off it — and a gasp fled her throat as she did.

'' Really?'' Draco smirked at her reaction, peering over as her cheeks flushed in color.

It was a dress, not like the others she had — no, they were different.

They were coated with long sleeves and high necks to cover her bruises, marks, cuts — Adrian always bought her dresses that hid her body, that wouldn't allow a soul to see the horrible truth she lived in — and it was always the color green, but this one,

This one had thin, revealing straps, and it would trap her body utterly. It wouldn't hide her like every other dress did. This one would expose her and every mark of torture that was carved into her skin.

'' Draco...'' Amelie said in a whisper as the tips of her fingers brushed the silky material, '' This is too much.''

'' When I brought your clothes into my room that morning. I saw all the dresses you had, all the long sleeves, and the same color. I just figured I'd buy you something you didn't have to hide in.''

She turned to her side, facing him fully, '' You never have to hide from me, Amelie.'' Draco stated, raising a brow at her, '' Not from me, not from anyone. You should be proud of how far you've come.''

She could feel how the tears shredded in the corner of her eyes, and she nearly let them fall. He had really been thinking about this. He had watched, observed, and thought about what to give her, and then he did.

Draco gave her something so simple as a dress, yet with so much meaning.

'' Thank you,'' Amelie whispered, her lower lip almost shook.

'' No, thank you.'' Draco's arm landed across her shoulders as he dragged her closer to him. Her lips held only inches away from his — and as her eyelids fluttered close,

He kissed her, slowly.

They spent the rest of the day, together with Narcissa, Teddy, Pansy, and Hermione — opening presents, eating Narcissa's home-cooked meals, and enjoyed themselves.

It was peaceful to Amelie; feeling how it finally turned calm around her — even with Lucius, being locked up, furiously in his office because he couldn't stand to be close to Hermione, was soothing.

It was just them — her and what she dared to call her family.

'' Narcissa.'' Lucius's voice urged from the hallway, and it made them all snap their heads in between each other.

'' Yes, dear?'' She rose from her seat on the couch and strode obedient out in the foyer, '' Already?''

Amelie couldn't quite hear what they told each other — and not that she wanted to do so either, because it felt wrong, eavesdropping on someone who was being so honest and welcoming to her. Still, there was something — a feeling — a sense of disbelief that kept ticking in the back of her head every time Lucius was being brought up.

'' Amelie,'' Teddy whispered harshly, and the severity in his tone caused her to clock out of the attempt she made to overhear Lucius and Narcissa.

Her brows knitted as she shook her head at him, clueless to what he could want now.

'' Look—'' Theo's head tilted towards Draco and Pansy as she was stroking her belly before her hand gripped his, and she placed it upon her clothed stomach.

The act made Amelie's heart feel more than overwhelmed because he looked disgusted — his upper lip nearly curled but still, somewhere in that gaze of despite, he smiled and kept on asking his friend questions about her baby.

'' See...'' Teddy dropped down next to her on the couch, his arm laid over her shoulders, '' He's not that bad, is he?''

Amelie chuckled as she peered up at her best friend, '' No, he's really great, actually.''

Theodore hummed in response as Amelie let the side of her head rest against his arm, '' Did you like your gift?'' She smiled, listening to the pounding sound of his heartbeat.

'' I loved it,'' Teddy grinned back, his mouth pressed to the top of her head, '' Now we have our safe haven for real, don't we?''

'' We do,'' Amelie whispered as her tired body caved into his, and her eyes slowly flickered close.

She bought the cabin, the little cabin that rested ruined and overdue on the far edge of the beach where they spent every free minute as kids. Amelie finally had the freedom to do as she pleased, and that was the only thing that came to her mind.

She needed to buy that cabin for them — it was her treasure at the end of the rainbow. It was her hope and her dream.

She could feel how the two chilled hands closed around her body — that he lifted her and carried her close to his chest, all the way up the stairs before he laid her down in between their crispy sheets — and he watched her as her brows knitted, her breaths shifted heavier.

Draco smiled to himself as he tucked her in, placing a kiss onto her forehead before he slipped underneath the covers next to her.

He hated Christmas. He loathed everything that had to do with it, but her — because of the girl, now sleeping heavily next to him as she unintentionally buried her head into his bare chest, because of her — he hated the holidays a little bit less.

Amelie.

He slightly shook his head as he dragged the bed linen over them, and her breaths fanned his skin below it.

His Amelie.

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