Chapter Nine Home For Christmas

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The next few weeks passed without much change. The main change was Damion learning to get out of bed before Blaise and the other girls made their appearances but only After he'd had water balloons dropped on his head and his bed sheets turned to ice.

Hermione and Ginny became permanent attachments to the group of Slytherins. They walked to classes with them, ate with them, they'd even taken to sitting in the Slytherin common room with them. None of the other Slytherins dared say a word about their presence as they were with the Slytherin Court, and no one argued with their sixth year leaders, not even the seventh years.

Christmas break had finally come and Damion and Draco were in their room packing.

"Christmas is finally here!" Draco grinned as he neatly folded one of his shirts. "I wonder how Mother has decorated the Manor this year."

Damion made a noncommittal sound as he dropped a pile of messily folded shirts into his trunk. Over the last few weeks the thought of spending Christmas with his new family had become nerve racking. What if he did something wrong and they didn't want him there anymore? He'd never spent Christmas with anymore before. What if his parents spent time with him and realized they didn't like him?

Draco blinked and turned to look at him. "Dami? Are you all right?"

Damion started, "What?" He turned to look at Draco.

"Are you all right? You look kind of pale." Draco crossed the space between their beds and placed a hand on his brother's forehead. "You don't feel sick, do you?"

"No, no. Just, just nerves, I think." Damion shook off Draco's hand and plopped down on his bed next to his things.

"What is there to be nervous about? Talk to me Dami, maybe I can help." Draco sat down next to Damion wrapping an arm about his brother's shoulders.

Damion swallowed, keeping his eyes on his trainers. "It's just... I've never spent the Holidays with anyone before. When I was staying at the Dorsey's I'd stay in my... room, while they were celebrating. Then when I came here I've spent every year here. Add to that the fact that I've never had a family before... I mean what if Mum and Dad spend time around me and decide they don't really want another son? What if I do something wrong? I just... I don't know." He shook his head, trembling slightly. He was honestly surprised that he was even telling Draco this. In the last couple weeks he found himself telling Draco things he hadn't even confided in Ron and Hermione about.

"It'll be okay, Dami. I know you're nervous, but really, everything will be fine. Mother and Father are probably about as nervous as you are. Don't worry, no matter what you do, nothing could change their minds about wanting you. I mean, look at what they have to deal with me. I'm loud, pushy, demanding, spoilt, and a complete brat. I think they could use someone to counter that." Draco smirked at the startled laugh he got for his efforts.

Damion lifted his head reluctantly to look Draco in the eye, "You really think so?"

Draco nodded firmly, "Most definitely. Now come on, enough mushy stuff, we've got to finish packing." He squeezed Damion's shoulders one more time before standing and returning to his own packing.

Damion smiled slightly at his brother's retreating back. Shaking his head he stood and finished putting his things away, a little neater this time.

Before either boy knew it they were sitting in a compartment on the Hogwarts express, surrounded by their friends, as the train silently chugged its way toward London. Damion sat with his head resting on Draco's shoulder watching everyone around them. Greg, Millicent, Vincent, and Ginny were playing exploding snap, while Morag and Pansy were playing Wizards Chess. Hermione was listening to Blaise recount stories of when she and Draco were growing up.

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