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Soon winter break had came and Draco was nervous his first time going somewhere with people he can barely trust. The Weasely twins promise he would have a good adventure with them.

You're seriously going to wear that?" His mother teased, eyeing Draco's outfit with a smirk. Draco shot her a glare as he adjusted the collar of his emerald green sweater.

"It's fine, Mother," he replied, his voice laced with irritation. "The Weasleys said to dress casually."
Her smile grew. "You know, they could be playing a trick on you. Maybe they're taking you to a fancy dinner, and you'll be the only one in a sweater."

Draco rolled his eyes. "I doubt it."

"Well, if they do, just charm your way out of it," she said with a wink, patting him on the shoulder. "Mom, please there, just friends." Draco said fixing his hair, making sure nothing was out of place.

"Mother knows what's best." His mother said, and Draco just rolled his eyes, regert telling her about this whole thing.

You see, Draco can't lie to his mother, so when she asked about something, the truth just spilt out of his mouth. Luckyly, his father was gone doing something in another world.

She seemed sad and also happy about him making new friends; she didn't seem dissatisfied that he was making friends with the Weasly twins.

With a heavy sigh, Draco grabbed his bag and headed downstairs. The fireplace roared to life, and out stepped Fred and George Weasley, looking as mischievous as ever.

"Ready for the grand adventure?" Fred asked, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"As ready as I'll ever be," Draco replied, trying to hide his nervousness.

"Boys!" His mother said with a strenuous look, and both of the twins were tense looking at his mother. "You promise to make sure my son returns back with not a single strangle or bruise on his body or face." His mother said, and twins nodded.

"We promise to take good care of him." Geroge spoke up and his mother smiled softly. "Okay, off you go. I have some bonding time to do with myself." His mother said, and Draco rolled his eyes, knowing his mother only did that because she wanted to look scary for fun.

Soon enough the twins led him through the hidden passage in the wall, and as they emerged into the cold, crisp London air, Draco felt a shiver run down his spine. He'd never been outside the Manor without his family or a house-elf to attend to him.

"Where are we going?" he asked, pulling his cloak tighter around him.

"It's a surprise," George said with a grin. "But it'll be worth it, I promise."

They apparated to a bustling street filled with Muggles, their eyes wide with wonder and curiosity. Draco had seen the Muggle world before, but only from a distance. Now, he was smack in the middle of it, surrounded by strange machines and people talking into little devices that connected them to others. He was very confused. The twins led him to a quaint little shop, its windows adorned with all sorts of peculiar objects. The sign above the door read "Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes."

"Welcome to our humble abode," George said, pushing the door open with a flourish.

Inside, the shop was a whirlwind of colors and sounds. There were shelves upon shelves of jokes and toys, all seemingly alive and eager to be played with. Draco felt his eyes widen as he took in the chaos.

"We've got a surprise for you," Fred said, nudging him towards the back of the shop.

"What is it?" Draco asked, his curiosity piqued despite his initial reservations.

"You'll see," they both chuckled in unison, leading him into a small, cluttered room.

The walls were lined with broomsticks of all shapes and sizes, and in the center stood a large, gleaming object that looked like a cross between a broom and a car.

"This," Fred announced with a dramatic flourish, "is our latest invention. The Flying Carpet Cruise!"

Draco stared at the contraption, his mind racing with the possibilities of what this could mean for their adventure. He'd heard of flying carpets in his history of magic classes, but he'd never seen one in person, let alone ridden one.

"Is it safe?" he questioned, eyeing the carpet warily.

"Safe?" George laughed. "It's more than safe, it's a revolution! Just wait until you feel the wind in your hair!"

Fred pulled out a wand and tapped the carpet. It hummed to life, rising slightly off the ground. Draco took a tentative step forward, and with a gentle push from George, he found himself seated on the surprisingly comfortable carpet.

With a wave of Fred's wand, the carpet began to ascend, and Draco's stomach lurched as they shot through the shop's ceiling and into the open sky. The cold wind bit at his cheeks, and he had to hold onto the sides of the carpet to keep from toppling over. Below them, London's lights twinkled like stars scattered across a velvet canvas.

"You've got to hand it to us, Malfoy," George shouted over the wind. "We know how to show you a good time!"

Draco couldn't argue with that. As they soared over the city, the tension between them melted away, replaced by a sense of camaraderie he never thought he'd share with the Weasleys. They darted through the air, weaving in and out of the clouds, the wind howling in their ears.

They flew over the Thames, and Draco caught a glimpse of the Millennium Wheel, its pods glowing with the light of a hundred different colors. He'd always looked down on it from the windows of his family's penthouse, but from this vantage point, it looked like a child's toy, spinning lazily in the vastness of the night.

The twins took turns pointing out various Muggle landmarks, their laughter echoing through the crisp air. Draco found himself smiling, feeling a thrill he hadn't experienced since the days before the war, before the weight of his family's expectations had settled heavily upon his shoulders.

Suddenly, the carpet lurched to the side, and Draco's heart skipped a beat. He glanced over at Fred, who was frantically waving his wand, trying to correct their course.

"Everything all right?" he yelled.

Fred shot him a grin. "Just a little turbulence! Nothing to worry about!"

But Draco could see the flicker of concern in George's eyes, and he gripped the carpet tighter, his heart racing. They'd been flying for what felt like hours, and the novelty of the experience had worn off, replaced by a growing anxiety.

The carpet dipped again, and this time, they all leaned into it, their bodies pressed against the woolen fibers. Draco's eyes widened as they plummeted towards the ground, only to pull up at the last second and zoom through a narrow alleyway between two buildings.

As they emerged on the other side, they found themselves in a quiet, cobblestone street lined with quaint, crooked houses. The twins brought the carpet to a gentle hover, and they all took a moment to catch their breath.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley," Fred said, his voice filled with pride. "We figured you could use a little... cultural exchange."

Draco's eyes widened as he took in the familiar sights. The twins had brought him to the wizarding world's shopping district, a place he hadn't visited since the last time he'd bought school supplies at Hogwarts.

The three of them stepped off the carpet, and George handed him a wand. "You're going to need this," he said with a mischievous glint in his eye. "You never know when you might have to perform a little magic."

Draco's grip tightened around the wand, a feeling of excitement mingling with the fear. He knew the Weasleys hadn't brought him here just for a joyride. There was a plan, a trick, something waiting around the corner. But for now, he'd play along. After all, it was winter break, and he was ready for an adventure

They strolled down the alley, the twins pointing out various shops with exaggerated tales of their wares. Draco couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia as they passed by Flourish and Blotts, the bookstore where he'd once bought his school supplies alongside his mother. The windows were dark now, the books slumbering within until the next eager student would come seeking knowledge.

As they approached the Leaky Cauldron, the sound of laughter and music spilled into the street. The twins exchanged a knowing look before pushing open the door. The warmth of the pub washed over them, along with the scent of roasting meats and spilled butterbeer. Draco felt his stomach growl, realizing he hadn't eaten since breakfast.

Inside, the place was packed with witches and wizards of all ages, their faces a mix of wonder and amusement as they watched the three of them enter. The twins led Draco to a booth in the back, where a platter of food and a round of drinks were already waiting.

"Cheers to new beginnings!" Fred said, raising his glass.

Draco clinked his glass with theirs, taking a tentative sip. The liquid inside was a fiery orange, and it burned a path down his throat, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. He coughed, his eyes watering.

"What is this?" he managed to ask, his voice hoarse.

"Felix Felicis-infused Butterbeer," George said with a grin. "It'll make the night even more... interesting."

Draco eyed the twins suspiciously, but they only laughed and urged him to drink up. With a sigh, he took another sip, the liquid becoming smoother with each taste. The warmth spread through his body, and he felt a sense of relaxation wash over him.

As the night went on, the trio moved from shop to shop, the twins introducing Draco to the eccentricities of the wizarding world he'd only read about. They tried on ridiculous hats at Madam Malkin's, dodged flying cauldrons at Quality Quidditch Supplies, and even got into a minor scuffle with a couple of Aurors who'd had one too many drinks at the pub.

The tension between them slowly unraveled, and Draco found himself laughing, truly laughing, for the first time in what felt like an eternity. It was a strange feeling, one he hadn't felt with anyone outside of his family. The twins didn't judge him for his past, didn't look at him with the same contempt his classmates did. For one night, he was just Draco, not the son of a Death Eater, not the Slytherin heir.

As they stepped out of the last shop, the alley was quieter now, the shops closing their doors for the night. The street lamps cast a soft glow on the cobblestones, painting the world in a warm, golden light.

"Alright, Malfoy," Fred said, his voice serious for once. "The real adventure starts now."

Draco looked at them, his curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?"

George handed him a small, wrapped package. "This," he said, "is your Christmas gift. But it comes with a challenge."

Draco took the package, feeling the weight of it in his hands. "What's the challenge?"

Fred leaned in close, his voice low. "You've got to figure out what it is without using magic."

Draco stared at the twins, his heart racing. This was unlike any Christmas gift he'd ever received, and he had a feeling it would change the course of his break entirely. With a nod, he accepted the challenge, eager to see where the night would take him next. 

The twins led him to a hidden nook, where a staircase spiraled down into the earth. "This leads to the Room of Requirement," George whispered. "And in there, you'll find whatever it is you need to solve the riddle of your gift."

Draco took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. He had a feeling that this winter break would be one he'd never forget. As they descended the staircase, the air grew colder and the walls began to dampen with an eerie sort of magic that sent shivers down his spine. The Room of Requirement was a place he'd heard whispers about, a place where one's deepest desires could manifest, provided one knew how to ask for them.

The staircase opened up into a vast, cavernous space, the walls lined with shelves of dusty, forgotten objects. The room was dimly lit by floating candles, casting flickering shadows across the floor. Draco looked around, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation. What could the twins have possibly conjured up for him here?

"Remember," George whispered, his eyes glinting with mischief, "no magic." Draco smiled lucky for him he was a smart and, Draco nodded, tucking the package into his pocket. He approached the first shelf, running his fingers over the ancient tomes and peculiar artifacts. Each item seemed to hum with a secret history, whispering tales of the wizards who had once sought refuge in this enigmatic place. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he scanned the shelves, searching for something that might give him a clue.

A soft rustling caught his attention, and he turned to find a small, winged creature perched on a dusty trinket box. It was a golden snidget, its eyes gleaming with curiosity as it regarded him. Draco felt a strange kinship with the creature, a reminder of his own struggle to break free from his family's legacy.

The snidget took flight, darting around the room before landing on the package in his pocket. It began to nibble at the wrapping paper, and Draco watched, fascinated, as it revealed the object within. It was a small, intricate puzzle box, made of polished mahogany with delicate engravings covering its surface. The twins had definitely put some thought into this.

He took out the box and studied it, turning it over in his hands. It was beautifully crafted, with hidden compartments and moving pieces that clicked and whirred as he touched them. The challenge was clear: he had to solve the puzzle to unlock the gift inside.

As Draco worked on the puzzle, the twins hovered nearby, offering cryptic hints and encouragement. The tension grew as the clock chimed midnight, and the room began to shift and change around them. The shelves moved, the candles flickered, and the very air grew thick with anticipation.

Finally, with a triumphant shout, the last piece clicked into place, and the box sprang open. Inside, nestled on a bed of velvet, was a tiny, gleaming silver key. Draco picked it up, feeling the weight of it in his palm. It was warm to the touch, almost alive.

Fred clapped him on the back. "Well done, Malfoy! You've unlocked the first part of the adventure."

George winked. "But the night's still young."

Draco's heart raced as he pocketed the key. He had no idea what was in store for him, but he knew that with the Weasley twins, it was bound to be anything but boring. And as they left the Room of Requirement, stepping back into the cold London night, he couldn't help but feel a spark of hope. Perhaps this winter break would be the beginning of something new, something that could break the chains of his past and lead him into a future filled with friendship and adventure.The key weasly gave him. Draco promise to protect it forever aslong there friendship were strong.

When Draco returned home, his mother was curled up on the couch reading a book. "You're home. Tell me all about it." The night continued as Draco grinned and filled her in on everything. 

"So you have another date next time?" His mother teased him, and Draco rolled his eyes. "Mom, it's just hanging out!" Draco said, covering his face.

"Well, it doesn't seem like that to me." Draco whined, telling her she was embarassing him. "Come on, sweet heart, you know mothers just want to see you happy." His mother said, and Draco nodded, hugging his mother.

Meanwhile The Weasely twins, on the other hand, were congratulating themselves on not embarrassing themselves in front of Draco. "Why are you guys smiling so big it scares me?" Ron stated that he was staring at them as if they were the most insane people on the planet.