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“Remind me again why I’m on this deathtrap,” Draco said.
“It’s called a Ferris wheel,” said Hermione patiently, “and I wanted this Christmas to be… different.”
Draco’s grip tightened on the side of the pod and he stared at the distant multi-coloured lights from the fair until they blurred, recalling how his parents had thrown him out of the Manor last year when they discovered he was dating a Muggleborn.
He felt her squeeze his other hand gently and looked down at their intertwined fingers.
Hermione smiled at him, and Draco knew nothing else mattered.
She smiled; he was home.