There were twelve large decorated trees. Mistletoe and holly were among the decorations that Hagrid and the Professors helped put in the Great Hall for the Christmas holiday. Snow fell from the ceiling of the Great Hall, but unlike real snow that snow was dry and warm. Around the castle, suits of armour were also enchanted to sing carols. 

‘My dad should be picking us up by now,’ Isabell said hurriedly.

‘Wait-’

‘Yeah, Isabell’s dad is gonna fly us to your house,’ Olivia said.

‘My dad sent me a letter yesterday, he said-’ but before Amelia could complete her sentence someone talked.

‘AMELIA! WE’RE HERE!’ the voice yelled.

‘Huh?’ 

Amelia said as she looked for the source of the yelling voice.

‘Are these your parents?’ asked Isabell as she pointed at two people with platinum blonde hair.

‘No, those are Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy,’ Amelia said as she rushed towards them. 

Draco waved nicely.

‘Unlucky you!’ groaned Isabell.

‘Bye guys,’ Amelia said as she joined the Malfoys. 

Amelia reached the Malfoys’ house in ten minutes, for they did side-along apparition (It was a bit like teleportation).

‘Mr. Malfoy?’ Amelia called.

‘Please, call me Lucius, Amelia,’ Mr. Malfoy said as he opened the door to Malfoy Manor.

‘Umm… is it possible to convince my parents to go to someone’s Christmas party? Isabell Bluesky’s party?’

‘Oh, I don’t think so, dear, your parents…’ said Mr. Malfoy. 

‘Oh, the Blueskys. We will try to convince them, sweetheart. But they are mad you didn’t end up in Slytherin, but we will figure a way out,’ said Mrs. Malfoy.

‘Oh, h-halfbloods,’ muttered Mr. Malfoy under his breath.

So the next night, Amelia sat in Draco’s spare bedroom and glanced at the windows sadly. 

‘Hello,’ said Draco, coming into the bedroom cautiously.

‘What? Oh. Hello, Draco.’

‘I just wanted to say something,’ he said, looking worried.

‘Yeah, go ahead…’ 

‘I… am  joining… the dark lord… you should…  join too, for… you know... company.’

‘I won’t join him at all Draco, no matter what you do,’ Amelia said as she pretended to read a book of Defence against the Dark Arts.

She remembered what her mother had told Voldemort

My daughter will never join you.

‘But-’  he began.

‘No means no! I’m not joining him! He murdered Harry’s parents! And-and-’ 

‘Sorry.’

‘You should be.’

They glared at each other for a while, then Draco left the room, leaving a more sad Amelia in the room thinking. 

‘Wait! Draco!’ said Amelia.

‘Did you change your mind?’ he asked, coming back into the room. 

‘No! But, well, why have you been mean to me at school?’

‘Oh, I was only mean because of-’

‘Draco! Let Amelia sleep!’ Mrs. Malfoy said, as she came into the room.

‘It’s ok, Mrs. Malfoy.’ said Amelia.

‘Call me Narcissa, please’  

‘Good night, Mrs-’

‘Narcissa.’

‘Good night.’

‘G’night Amelia.’

‘Night Draco.’

Amelia had slept for ten minutes or hours, she didn’t know, she was awakened by a very familiar silky voice.

‘This is the worst plan ever, Isabell.’