This year, to save me from tears, I participated in a little fest hosted by Dramione Fanfiction Forum and The Slytherin Cabal called ‘Twistmas’. In this fest, anonymous fluffy Christmas prompts are provided for authors to swoop in and twist... In this one shot, I have officially found the dark side with my prompt “Fairy Lights”.
This one shot does have a TW, so read the fine print before you dive in.
Draco and Hermione arrived with a crack at the bottom of a gorgeous, yet dark gravel road. Giant trees surrounded them on either side, blocking the sun and its warmth from view. A large and imposing black, curling wrought-iron gate stood before them, surrounding an impressive estate.
"Welcome to the Parkinson Manor," Draco looked down at his fiancée. The expression on his face was more of a grimace than a welcoming smile. "Inside these halls are terrors and memories best left in the past, but I'm sure more than one will come back to haunt us tonight!"
Hermione swatted him on the arm as they passed through the gates as if made of mist. "It's Christmas, Draco, not Halloween. And for the record, I would like to state here and now that I do not need to hear about how a House-Elf nearly caught you and Pansy going at it behind a topiary, ok? The last thing I need is to give her another reason to remind me that she was your first."
Draco was grimacing for sure now.