Disclaimer: I looked into a mirror and saw J.K. Rowling holding the Harry Potter series...! Oh DAMN, it was the Mirror of Erised.

A/N: PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I am sincerely sorry for being such a bad, bad author, making you all wait for a mere update from yours truly. My life's been so hellish these past few weeks. I'm in my junior year in high school and here in my country, it was considered as the MOST crucial year of our academic lives. It could actually make or break our future, you know. I cannot afford to slack-off, especially now that the subjects I have are EXTREMELY hard.

It's been a while now, eh? I've been inactive for almost two months. Oh gosh, I feel so horrible it's annoying.

Haha. Anyway, I won't be ranting now. I dedicate this chapter to .Writer. Well, darling you got the chapter name right!

Anyway, here it is. Please enjoy.

The little girl lifted her tear-stained face. In front of her was a cute blond boy wearing brown jumper and a blinding shade of green shorts. His attire was weird, she concluded as she gingerly stood up.

Title: Jumper
Rating: K+
Genre: Romance/General
Warning/s: None, really
Word count: 2,489

She walked slowly towards the window, mesmerized with the magic happening outside. White, fluffy snowflakes fell, carpeting the whole garden-labyrinth into a beautiful winter wonderland.

A soft giggle escaped from her lips as she pressed her hands against the fogged-up window. It was weird. Even if she was a grown-up woman, Christmas still made her feel so light… so happy. So loved. Everything was so beautifully made. People around her found it silly for her to just stop and stare in amazement while snow fell down from the clouds.

Precipitation, they would say. It was merely a natural occurrence when the water vapor turns into ice and fall down from the sky, thus, making it snow. But for her, it was magic. Sure, she had been around magic for ages. She breathed magic. She ate magic. She lived magic. But snowing… this was different. It always bewitched her. It would always draw her to watch and merely watch for hours.

Hermione sighed, her cold breath fogging up the window. Misery suddenly edged its way into her heart and she withdrew her hand from the window, this time placing it on top of her heart.

She just realized something sad today.

It was her first Christmas without Harry and Ron by her side.

They had been friends ever since first year and every Christmas, she would either spend it in the Burrow with them or some vacation somewhere in Muggle London. Both of them, like her, were always thrilled by the festive season. She remembered their Hogwarts days and prior to Christmases, the trio would gather near the fireplace in their common room and talk about things they wanted to do on the said season.

Her mind drifted to last year's Christmas Eve, making a forlorn smile appear on their face. She had celebrated it in the Burrow as usual. All of the Weasleys and their other halves were there to celebrate it together. Everybody was so happy that they were all together. She was too happy to notice Ron's withdrawn attitude.

And then, midnight struck and everything went downhill.

Ron had confessed to her, telling him that he loved her ever since sixth year. A hopeful smile appeared on his face, asking her if she could spend their first Christmas as a couple.

Hermione, on the other hand, was so horrified tears leaked down from her eyes. She loved Ron. Oh, so much. But not like the way he wanted her to love him. It pained her to know that her rejection would be like the end of the world to Ron.

There was, after all, someone else and she loved him dearly.

Ron and the others did not take her revelation lightly. Hermione expected that. But she never predicted that they would be so cold to her, even dear Mrs. Weasley, from breaking Ronald Bilius Weasley's heart.

It had been a year now, exactly a year and she never had any communication with them. Harry was still talking to her, although there was a certain disappointment in his eyes every time he saw her. Ginny… Ginny never talked to her anymore.

And Ron. She would sometimes see him in the Ministry of Magic. Their eyes would meet at times, but then he would hastily break their eye contact and stomp away, sullen.

"Wow, what true friends you've got," her husband had uttered to her months before after finding her distressed in their new house, crying her eyes out behind her hands. He had cursed them aloud, swore to blast them into smithereens for making his bride cry.

Her husband. A small smile appeared on Hermione's face. There were no words to describe how much she loved him still. Lovely adjectives were never enough.

He loved her dearly, too. He never failed to show it. The first time they got together, Hermione actually thought that their relationship would never last. She was no Seer but it was glaringly predictable. She was the Heroine of the Golden Trio, he was the Ex-Death-Eater-Turned-Spy of the Order of the Phoenix. Their reputations did not exactly compromise each other.

But surprisingly, they made it work. He made it work. He was always the more giving of the two. He was always the more optimistic of the two. He was always the more understanding of the two.

He loved her so much that there was a time Hermione thought she never deserved such a guy like him.

But he made it clear that she and only she would be the one he wanted to be with forever and ever. He proved it on the night that he proposed to her. Hermione still thought that she never deserved him but seeing love shining brightly in his eyes, she knew he must be the one meant for her.

And so, they were married on January of the next year. It was both the happiest and saddest day of her life. Happiest because she just married the man she loved and saddest because none of her friends were there to witness such a magical bond between two human beings.

She voiced out this woe to her newly husband on their way to their honeymoon.

"I'll make it up for you, I swear," he promised her and then gave her a sincere kiss on her lips.

And made up he did. They were married for eleven months now, almost year, but they were still blissful. He tried with all his might to make her the happiest woman alive. She tried with all her might to ease the nightmares he still had about the Second War and his cowardice.

They made their marriage work so beautifully and now, someone new in their life would join them soon.

A thrilled shiver ran down her spine as she daintily placed her hand on her still small tummy. They just discovered that she was pregnant to their first child a fortnight ago and to say that they were ecstatic was a huge understatement.

"What are you doing here without a fire to keep you warm?"

She turned around to meet the disapproving grey eyes of her husband. A small frown appeared on his face as he strode towards the fireplace of their living room and conjured a warm, crackling fire.

"Come here," Draco Malfoy ushered to his wife and Hermione gingerly obliged.

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and started to rub her arm. "You know that it's bad for your health and that little growing imp inside your stomach, right?" he asked disapprovingly, dropping a gentle kiss on top of her head.

A small chuckle escaped from her lips. "I'm only a month pregnant, Draco," she told him.

"And so?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow. "Better safe than sorry, love. I still want you and our child here in my home after nine months."

Her heart swelled inside her heart and she snuggled in his arms, contented. Oh, she loved him so dearly sometimes she was afraid that her blood-pumping organ would one day burst open.

"How was your day?" he asked after moments of silence. He led her towards the love seat across the fireplace and sat down beside her.

"Uneventful," she said with a tired sigh, laying her head on top of his shoulder. "And you?" A small frown appeared on her face. "I thought you were supposed to go back from that business trip of yours next week? Not that I don't want you here by my side now."

He laughed merrily and drew her closer to himself. "Hermione," he started, voice gentle, "it's the first Christmas with you as my wife and mother of my child. I can't miss this for the world."

"Forever the flatterer," she teased, although two pink patches were seen on her cheeks. Draco always complimented her, made her feel special through his sincere words, but they never fail to put a blush on her face.

"I'm telling the truth," he swore sincerely.

She placed a kiss on his nose. "I know," she said with a huge beam on her face.

They most talked about Draco's business trip in Switzerland. He was, after all, the head of the Malfoy Enterprises and as C.E.O., he had to do a lot of work to keep his company flourishing. He was so glad he was married to Hermione Granger (now Malfoy) because with that brilliant brain of hers, she was able to suggest strategies that made Malfoy Enterprises the richest and biggest company in the Wizarding World.

"You want to open gifts now?" Hermione offered after he just finished some hilarious anecdote about one of his employees and a computer.

A smirk appeared on his face. "You got me something, Granger?" He still loved calling her by her maiden name. It was his 'term of endearment' for her, he once revealed.

The brunette rolled her eyes. She long discovered that Draco always wanted gifts for special holidays ever since he was young. Sure, he might have changed sides but he was still a one, greedy jerk.

Whatever, she still loved him for that.

"That's for me to know and you to find out, right?" she vaguely said, standing up from their seat. She walked towards their Christmas Tree, Draco trailing behind. He helped her sit down on the carpet, which was scorned by the brunette.

"I'm pregnant, for Merlin's sake," she said. "I'm not incapacitated."

A cheeky smile just appeared on his face.

They received gifts from Blaise and Pansy, Draco's best friends that soon became hers, too. Draco's employees were also gracious enough to send their boss some Christmas presents. They were a form of gratitude for the blond for giving them a job that could provide for their family. They also received numerous gifts from acquaintances and from people Draco deemed as 'social-climbers'.

Hermione had given him a Muggle cell phone and he, pleased beyond words, launched himself into her arms.

"Easy there, the baby, remember?" she asked with a laugh. She knew about his sudden obsession with this particular Muggle contraption. He had voiced it out after seeing one in Denmark in one of his business trips. "I got myself one, too." She fished her new cell phone out of her pocket and showed it to him. "It will be easy to communicate to each other, especially if we're far apart."

"Thank you, Hermione," he said and awarded her with a kiss on her lips.

He had given her a pregnancy book and the brunette laughed. "How predictable, darling," she teased. "You've been ogling this book in Flourish and Blotts ever since you discovered about my pregnancy."

"I can't help it," he whined immaturely. "I'm so damn excited to have that child in our life. Aren't you?"

Hermione smiled and held both of his hands. He knew about his dream of a one big, happy family. After being a part of a family he loathed, he swore to her that he'd be the best daddy in the whole world and cherish their children. "We made this together," she said, placing both of his hands on her stomach. "Of course I'm excited."

He gave her a heart-warming smile. She couldn't help but to smile back in return.

They continued to open more gifts for a few more minutes with occasional side comments from the two, most especially from Draco.

"Is that all?" Hermione asked, looking distasteful at some of their gifts. They were extravagant and sophisticated, all right. But they were downright useless.

"I guess so," her husband replied, looking around. "Oh no, wait." He retrieved one gift from under the tree and passed it to Hermione. "It has your name on it."

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. She looked at the card bearing her name but not the giver. "Weird," she said, gingerly tearing the wrapping paper.

As soon as the content was revealed, her eyes watered in pure happiness.

It was the famous Weasley Jumper.

"Ho-how?" she said, choking back a sob. "I-I thought…"

"There's a letter, love," Draco soothingly said, wiping a lone tear that dripped down from her right eye.

The brunette sniffed and grabbed the parchment lying underneath the jumper. It said,

Dearest Hermione,

No words can be written how much we loathe ourselves for pushing you away. We should have been more understanding. We are family, right?

We are sincerely, most truly sorry. We were too blinded by prejudice once we discovered that you married Malfoy. But it is your decision, Hermione. And we respect you for that. We can see that you are happy with him… that you are happy together. We have no right to be so scornful over something beautiful that is happening between the two of you.

It's Christmas now – a season of forgiveness. Please forgive us, although we don't deserve it. We love you, Hermione. You'll always be the 'Mione we loved, despite your new last name.

Drop by the Burrow. Bring Malfoy, if you like. We promise to be good.

Sincerely,

Molly, Arthur, Harry, Ginny, Bill, Fleur, Charlie, Susan, Percy, Penelope, George, Angelina, and Ron

Hermione laughed despite the gathering tears in her eyes. They made an effort to write their names with their own handwriting it was too hard not to feel touched.

And Ron. Oh, especially him. She knew she had broken his heart by marrying Draco. But she couldn't tell him that she regretted choosing Draco over him. She just wished that he, too, will find the right woman for him.

Sniffing, she looked up from the letter and met the worried eyes of her husband. "They've forgiven me," she said with a laugh. Draco's eyes softened. "They're even asking us to drop by the Burrow for their annual Christmas feast."

She wrapped both of her arms around his neck and cried tears of joy on his shoulder.

"How do you feel, love?" he asked, rubbing comforting circles on her back.

Hermione pulled away from him and looked straight into his eyes. "I'm too disoriented to come up with the right word," she confessed. Draco chuckled and wiped away her tears. "I… I feel so… so light I could fly right here and now."

A genuine smile appeared on his face. He was happy for his wife. "Do you want me to do anything, Hermione?" he asked.

"Just… just… kiss me?" she gingerly asked, pink patches forming on her cheek. "Then this will be the undoubtedly the best Christmas I ever had."

He laughed. "You didn't have to ask, Mrs. Malfoy," he said. "I was just about to do that." He leaned towards and pressed his lips against hers. It was like the first time they kissed. It still made Hermione's toes curl in pleasure as she gladly responded back.

"Happy Christmas, love," he asked once they pulled away. He lovingly tucked a stray curl behind her ear.

She placed a kiss on his forehead. "Happy Christmas."

A/N: Sigh, Draco is so sweet here, don't you think? Please review!

ANYWAY, I just want to say I haven't completely forgotten writing. This one's proof. Another is that I've been currently working on my next story and gosh I'm already typing the twenty-third chapter out of forty-one. I'm halfway done and I'm so happy! *Dances ad happy jig!* I'm actually proud of it, although I'm not sure if you readers would like it. I'm still not planning on posting it here. I have to do A LOT of editing. There were parts that do not connect with each other even I was dizzy reading them. Speaking of editing, I'm still looking for a Beta Reader. Volunteer, pwetty, pwetty, pwease. Hahaha.

That's it. Until next time, I guess.

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