The 12 Days of Christmas Chapter 13: Twelfth Night
The first few days of January had brought with them a sharp frost: the previous night being particularly cold, had left London covered in a crisp blanket of ice. Hermione sat in the lounge curled up on her favourite chair, a soft fleece blanket draped over her lap, listening to the crackle of the fire as she read the book Draco had given her for Christmas. The house was quiet and still: Draco, the only other occupant, lounging on the couch, frowning at The Times crossword.
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