A/N So sorry I haven't updated in a while guys, I've been extremely busy with school and other stuff. But please do accept my humblest apologies, and on with the next chapter!

Chapter Twelve: The Letter

Draco walked back to the Slytherin common room feeling pretty good about himself, he was whistling when he saw a figure standing outside with who looked like Pansy Parkinson. Draco rolled his eyes. Now what? He thought.

But as he came closer he saw that it was Hermione. He walked over to them and heard that they were arguing, not the least surprising to him one bit.

"I told you MUDBLOOD, Draco is not available!" Pansy had what looked like fire coming from her eyesockets she was so pissed.

Draco cleared his throat, "Pansy don't you ever call her a m-mud-, well you know what I mean! Don't you ever call her that name again, or I will take points from my own house because of your ignorance and stupidity. Is that understood?"

"Hmph!" was all she could say and stomped away slamming the door behind her.

Draco chuckled, and slid his arm around Hermione's waist. "Don't worry about her love, she cant do anything that harmful. Besides, youre ten times better than she is even good at." He kissed her forehead and they walked into his room.

Draco said some silent incantation to what Hermione guessed was either a silent charm or a locking charm, or maybe it was both. Either way, she knew what he was wanting, but she knew she had to speak with him about Ron. Fooling around would have to wait.

He slowly began kissing her and left a trail of kisses down her neck, she let a soft moan escape her lips which only excited Draco more and he began to slowly push her back onto his bed.

"Draco....Draco...wait....please....stop for a second, there's something I have to discuss with you first."

Draco groaned but complied. If there's one thing he knew about women, give them what they want. Otherwise, they could make your life a living hell. Especially witches.

"What is it babe?" He gently cupped her face in his hands, and smiled a sweet smile trying to contain himself when she would finally allow him to love her.

"It's just....well, Ron. Did you talk with him?"

Draco sighed. "Yes, I did I spoke with him earlier, and we came to an agreement of sorts."

"And what kind was that?" she asked wanting to know.

"Well, you let me and Weasley worry about that. Don't give me that look....it went fine. I didn't hex him or anything." Draco folded his arms against his chest huffing.

All of a sudden there was a tapping noise coming from outside. Draco noticed it was his black owl Sly wanting to be let in, he also had a parchment attached to his leg.

Draco let him in and gave him a piece of bread and patted his head. He took the parchment from Sly and sat down on the bed, Hermione by his side.

"Wonder who this could be from..." Draco said aloud. He never received hardly anything from his parents and thought this was quite strange. But sure enough, the script writing on the letter was definitely his father's.

My son,

I am writing to you because I have heard from certain of your classmates of a special someone you have been seeing lately. They wont say who and I must know who this girl is because ever since your break up with Pansy your mother has been worried sick that you wouldn't find an appropriate suitor for yourself by the time you graduate Hogwarts. Draco, you know what is going to happen as soon as you do get out of that godforsaken school! You must get your priorities straight and inform of her and how you are progressing as soon as possible. I will not accept anything but the BEST from my son, and a fellow Malfoy. Owl me as soon as the best time arises.

Hope everything is well,

Father-Lucius Malfoy

Draco looked over at Hermione who had a worried look in her eye. What was he to tell his parents? He knew he couldn't just lie to them nor could he come out and say that he was falling in love with a Muggle born. This was the first time since they started their relationship that Draco had even thought about his parents being involved. He realized the seriousness of the situation and wondered what to do.

Hermione all the while was just looking at him worried about what he might do next. Would he break up with her because he knew she wouldn't be good enough for his parents? Or would he sacrifice his life for her?

She stood up to leave.

"Where are you going?" Draco asked lightly taking her arm and pulling her back down on the bed.

"Well, I just thought you might want to have some time to yourself, you your thoughts and all. This is big Draco. I mean, your parents want to know about me...what are you going to do?"

Dracolooked at her with wonder. God, how he loved her face and the way she looked at him. She was so caring and he felt so alive and complete when they were together. He couldn't bare losing her, especially just because his father didn't have any respect for muggles.

He ran his hands through his silvery blonde hair, and took her in his arms. "I don't know."