Borrowed Hearts

Summary: 'You know how you like to make up stories sometimes honey? Well this is going to be just like that. We're going to pretend for a little while.'
Based on the Christmas movie by the same name.
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I own the rights to neither the Harry Potter books nor the movie Borrowed Hearts
Author's Note: I'm not sure how many of you remember the made for tv Christmas movie from a few years ago called Borrowed Hearts but growing up that was my favorite holiday movie to watch. My dad used to get so annoyed at the countless times I would watch it. Every year I would eagerly await the time when ABC Family's 25 Days of Christmas would begin so I could watch this movie. Sadly, the movie no longer airs during this time but I still have the tape! Anyway, I always thought that Borrowed Hearts would be a great Draco/Hermione story. It's been in my mind for years now but I'm only just getting around to writing it now. My goal is to finish it before Christmas next week (being this is a Christmas story after all) but I'm not sure how well that's going to work out. Still, I'll try. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter One: Traditions

"Josie! Come down and help please!"
Josie Granger glanced up from her dollhouse at the sound of her mother's voice. It was their weekly Sunday dinner with Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry. Josie had been up in her room, setting up her dollhouse for their grand dinner as well.

Her dollhouse was one of her favorite toys, despite it being a "muggle object", according to her mother. She had gotten it when she was just five years old for her birthday and had cherished it ever since. Her mother bought her new furniture and decorations for her house every year so that her collection had grown quite large with time.

"Coming!" Josie called back. She carefully placed the final finishing touches on the dining room table before running downstairs to help with the meal.

Downstairs in the kitchen, pots and pans were bubbling as people bustled about the room hurriedly. Hermione Granger glanced up from the pot she was stirring as her daughter entered the room.

"There you are! Do mommy a favor and help set the table will you please?"

Josie nodded as she carefully balanced the tall stack of plates to carry them into the other room.

"Thank you!" Hermione called after her before turning back to the bubbling pot in front of her.

Half an hour later the food was ready and the table was set. The large group piled around the table as they prepared to sit down to eat.

Josie fidgeted in her seat next to her mother as she waited for everyone else to sit down. In front of her, a huge bowl of mashed potatoes sat enticingly. She glanced around to see if anyone was paying attention. Her mother was busy talking to Uncle Harry and all of her cousins were too busy talking to notice anything. Slowly she reached out her hand to grab a finger full of the potatoes from the bowl for 'just for a little taste…'

Hermione quickly swatted her finger away. "Don't even think about it!" she warned.

Josie sat back in her chair sadly. "But I'm starving…" she whined.

"You can wait a few more minutes until your Aunt Ginny sits down," Hermione replied firmly.

Josie sighed but nodded. She stayed silent, waiting impatiently until Aunt Ginny took her seat a few minutes later. Before a word could be said, Josie grabbed the bowl of mashed potatoes and began piling them on her plate. Hermione opened her mouth to scold Josie at her greediness. Children would be children after all.

Meanwhile, on the other side of London, Draco Malfoy sat enjoying his own traditional Sunday meal of sorts.

He was seated in the formal dining hall of his mansion with a huge table of food piled before him and his newest woman of the week giggling at the other end. This week it happened to be a blonde.

He ate slowly, savoring each morsel. His eyes never left that of the blonde's for even a moment. Across the table, the blonde smiled seductively as she picked at her plate, nibbling only a bite here or there.

"We're awfully far apart you know…" the blonde said, as she moved her fork lazily across her plate.

Draco couldn't help but smirk as he took another bit. "Well then, why don't you get closer?"

The blonde merely smiled.

Before the desert could even be brought out the blonde hand abandoned her seat to be in closer proximity. She was now perched atop Draco's lap, feeding him bits of food with her fingers.

He smirked at her as he licked her finger, grazing his teeth lightly across her skin. She shivered, causing him to smirk further. Oh this was going to be an interesting night.

The next morning, the blonde stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind her. Draco Malfoy coolly watched her leave from the top of the stairs. He shrugged nonchalantly before turned to get ready for the day.

The blonde's anger came as no surprise to him. It happened every Monday morning.

Like clockwork.

Author's Note #2: Ok, so there's the introduction. It's rather short but I really just wanted to set the scene and establish the characters a bit. The next chapter will be longer, I promise. I'll try to have it up later today or tomorrow. In the meantime though, please review and let me know that you're interested in reading more. It really helps to motivate me!