Draco wished he could make time stand still. He wanted to prolong the inevitable raid for Penski as long as he could. The normalcy that settled over them all this holiday season had changed him. He’d never experienced anything like it. He felt drunk on love. Being surrounded by his family and friends these last few days had meant more to him than he could ever express. Even the few years before the war, things had been strained. Holidays weren’t the same as they were when he was a child. He just thought that part of growing up was watching the magic and allure of these seasons fade with time. But Hermione’s presence had pulled him right back under the spell of the season. He was deliriously happy, and so was everyone else. 