Disclaimer: I know that I only have a disclaimer every like ten chapters so here's another one. I…DON'T…OWN…HARRY…POTTER! There, that wasn't so hard.

Now for my nonsensical rant…

Have any of you gone to Hershey Park? I went for a school thing like a month ago. It was so much fun and today I had the oddest urge to go again. Or I could go to Dorney Park; that would be fun as well. If only I was rich and had a license…and a car. Oh and I need patience so I can refrain from strangling my dear little brother. Well, my rant for today is done. Enjoy!-entertainment in a box!--hehe sorry. On with the story!

Reincarnated Love

Chapter 20- Malfoy Manor

Draco woke up ecstatic. Hermione had called Gwyn's phone late the other night, wanting to talk to him. Gwyn was a bit peeved but she cheered up when he approved of her listening to their conversation. He and Hermione came to the decision that he'd pick her up and they'd leave for Diagon Alley from his house. He wasn't too excited about her coming to his house, but was comforted when informed that Lucius was to be away for the day.

Draco slipped out of his bed and debated on his clothing choice. Gwyn popped in, as was her new routine. "Morning, my dear Draco!" She exclaimed.

"Morning," Draco mumbled, shuffling through his enormous closet.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Looking," Draco answered.

"For what?" Gwyn asked.

"Clothes," He replied.

"Ah, I see," She said. "Can't figure out what to wear?" She asked shocked. "You don't know what to wear? That is impossible!" She continued sarcastically.

"I get it Gwyn," Draco said.

"I think it's cute. More than I can say for Blaise. He just throws on any old thing and expects to be noticed and fawned over," Gwyn said.

"He does throw on anything and he is noticed and fawned over by almost every girl in school. That is, except for the one he wants to fawn over him," Draco chuckled. "You are aware of his desperate crush on you, are you not?" He asked.

"What?"

"Blaise adores you," Draco informed. "He kisses the ground that your gentle feet grace with your presence!" He added dramatically.

"Oh shut up!" Gwyn said. "I am aware. To say that I feel terrible about it would be an understatement," She said. "But Blaise is quite handsome and he can get any girl he wants," She added matter-of-factly.

"Yeah all except three; Weasley's sister, you and Hermione," Draco said. Gwyn laughed at the last name. "Help me out please, this on or this one?" He held up a black button down shirt in one hand and a green shirt.

"Do you really have to ask?" Gwyn said staring at the green shirt rather disgustedly.

"You're right," Draco said. "Black one it is," He added. He slipped on the shirt and threw on slightly faded, light blue jeans. He slid on his shoes easily and grabbed his jacket. Gwyn followed him out of his room.

"So you're picking her up?" She asked.

Draco stared at her. "Yes, is that a problem?" He asked.

"No, I think it's sweet," She said, grinning.

He sighed. "You told my mother didn't you?" He asked.

"It might've slipped," Gwyn said.

"So that's why you were sucking up," Draco said.

"Sort of. But your mom says that she will not make a big deal. She is going to pretend to sleep until you leave," Gwyn comforted.

"That makes it all better," He said with a hint of sarcasm. He looked at his cousin. "You know she's not really going to be asleep. She's going to pretend that she didn't know that we didn't leave yet. Then, she'll insist on an introduction, which will result in my enormous annoyance," Draco said.

"Yeah, I know. That is why I'm going to spend the day with Spencer," Gwyn said. He looked at her. She was wearing a blue peasant styled top with white flowers embroidered on the bottom, a denim mini skirt and knee high, leather, high-heeled boots that hugged her legs. (A/N-I must say that I love leather boots, they are so much fun.) Her hair was in loose curls, pulled back in a half up-half down style with a sparkling clip. Her pea-coat was laid across her arm in the same fashion as his. He raised an eyebrow. "What?" She asked, noticing his scrutiny.

"Your legs aren't going to be frozen?" He asked.

She grinned. "Because I am over aged I have privileges which entail me being able to use magic outside of school," She said proudly. He shook his head.

"And you seem very proud of that fact," He replied.

"I assure you, I am," She said. "Also, my legs won't be cold because these boots practically cover all of my legs," She added, a smile placed on her face. "Mum! We're leaving!" She yelled. They both slid on their jackets and walked out the door together.

"So where are you and Spencer hanging out?" Draco asked.

"I don't know. Diagon Alley, the mall, other places…France," Gwyn said.

"France?" Draco asked. He smiled and shook his head.

"He has a whole day planned, but I have no idea what's going on."

"Sounds like a date," Draco said.

"Yeah, he said something about Christmas…I wasn't paying attention,"

She admitted.

"What a nice girlfriend," Draco said sarcastically. "So where is he?"

"He wants me to meet him at the Leaky Cauldron…something about a surprise," She said.

"You're terrible," He said.

"Sometimes I actually enjoy it," She said grinning.

"Well, seeya," Draco said and he apparated. He found himself at Hermione's front door, exactly where he intended to be. The slight risk that a muggle would see him unnerved him but he assured himself that no one did.

He hesitated before knocking but knocked all the same. The door opened almost immediately. Draco looked at the woman who stood before him. She had short brown hair and brown eyes that resembled Hermione's. She was a normal height and smiled brightly at him. "Hi, I'm Draco, is Hermione home?" He knew she was home but it was polite to ask.

"Yes of course, come in," The woman said. She ushered him into the kitchen after closing the door. "I'm Jane Granger, Hermione's mother," She introduced. He smiled.

"I'm very glad to meet you," He said, with his natural charm. He easily swayed parents using his inherited Malfoy charm. It was the one good thing about being born a Malfoy.

"Well, I am glad to meet you as well, Draco," Mrs. Granger said, smiling.

"This is my husband Frank," She added, introducing him to a man with dark hair. The man stood, reaching a height over 6 feet. He scrutinized Draco with his hazel eyes.

"You must be Draco," He said, holding out a hand. Draco shook his hand.

"Yes sir." The manners that his father had forced into his brain were kicking in.

"Have a seat," Mr. Granger said. He sat obediently.

"Would you like something to eat?" Jane Granger asked.

"No thank you," Draco said with a smile that could even dazzle his own father. He was great at pretending he was the perfect child. Plenty of parents had mentioned that they wanted a child as obedient and respectful as he was. In all actuality, he was more messed up than any other child, but it never hurt to pretend.

"So you're the young man that helped Hermione and her friends with all that mess during the summer, huh?" Mr. Granger said conversationally.

"I guess. There were a lot of people helping…" Draco trailed off.

"Yes, but you were the spy, correct?"

"Yes sir." He couldn't deny that.

"You're a brave young man," Hermione's father said.

Draco nodded. What is this, 20 questions? Jeez, is he bent on making me feel uncomfortable? He thought.

Draco was pulled out of his thoughts when Hermione came down the stairs. She was wearing a low v-neck, baby-blue sweater and a lacy black tank top that peeked through to cover up any cleavage that would be showing from the sweater (well, most of it). She had on a short black skirt that was extended in length by short layers of black lace. The skirt was embroidered with blue designs. Her legs were half covered by knee-high, baby-blue suede, high-heeled boots--quite similar to those worn by Gwyn. Her hair lay gracefully on her shoulders in caramel colored curls.

What is with girls and wearing short skirts in the middle of winter? Do they enjoy freezing their asses off? Despite his inward ranting of disapproval, hesecretly loved the outfit on her. He loved the way it fit her body just rightand the colors looked great against her skin. She may become an icicle, but she'll be a hot icicle. He thought.

She grinned at him and he displayed his sexiest smile, almost knocking her off her feet from lack of oxygen. "Morning!" Hermione said, remembering to breathe—because for a moment she had forgotten.

"Morning sweetie," Mrs. Granger said.

"Alright, we'll be going now," She said.

"Okay honey," Mrs. Granger said.

"Be safe," Mr. Granger called after them.

Hermione grabbed her black pea coat and a wrapped box from the sofa. She then led Draco outside. He looked at her, smiling. "Well don't you look sexy in your matching outfit," He said, planting a kiss on her soft lips. She grinned.

"Why thank you," Hermione said. "You look pretty sexy yourself," She laughed, sending those oh so familiar shivers done his spine. When did he not look sexy? He could wear rags and still be the hottest guy on the planet.

They walked down from the porch and continued a little farther. Hermione stopped and looked at her companion. "They tried conversation, didn't they?" She asked. He smiled dazzling her again. You would think that as the greatest witch of her age she would be able to overcome the charm of a boy. But…No, she couldn't; he got her every time. After all he wasn't just any boy; he was Draco Malfoy--sexiest wizard alive.

"It wasn't a pitiful attempt," Draco reassured. "Nothing like my parents," He mumbled.

She smiled at him and it was his turn to be dazzled. Her eyes glistened with a look that he had come to love. "We should probably go to the back; it's safer to do magic back there." Hermione led Draco back behind her house, where they checked to make sure no one was watching them. "Oh wait, here," She said, handing him the box she had taken from her house. "It's your Christmas present. But you have to promise that you won't open it until Christmas," She added.

He looked at her with pure love in his eyes. "Thanks," He said. "And I do promise," He added with slight reluctance.

"No peeking either," Hermione informed sternly.

Draco rolled his gray blue eyes, which seemed to turn a bright sea blue in the sunlight. "Right, right, no peeking," He said grudgingly. She grinned at him and they apparated to the Malfoy Manor.

Hermione gasped at the beauty of the huge home. It took up so much land that it seemed to be a country all in its own. The mansion was painted a perfect white and pillars guarded the door on each side. There were high windows and balconies. There were even stained glass windows.

Draco gave her arm a tug and guided her into the extraordinary house. The mahogany floors shined with a purpose and the elegant furniture made the room look all the more perfect. There was a large staircase on either side of the room, both leading to the bridge like landing--similar to their dorm only bigger and more extraordinary. Draco and Hermione stepped down the two small steps that separated them from the perfect room. He led her up the stairs on the right and down a hall. Pictures hung on the light green colored walls. Witches and Wizards switched from portrait to portrait to get a peek at the very attractive newcomer.

Draco turned to a green door, decorated with gold designs. He opened the door and walked into his extremely tidy bedroom. The walls were still that light shade of green but they sported photos, drawings, and to-do lists. His four-poster bed was covered in green, black, and silver silk sheets; with pillows to match.

"Is this your room?" Hermione asked. She looked around in amazement.

"Yep," Draco said, putting his Christmas present from her in his walk-in closet with the rest of the presents. He figured that would help him keep his promise. "I have the rest of your present but there's no point in giving it to you now. You'll get it when we come back," He said.

"Fine with me," Hermione said.

"Alright, let's go before my mother realizes that we're here," He said, pulling her out of the room and shutting the door behind him. They rushed down into the living room. They stood in front of the large marble fireplace. "Ready?" He asked.

"Sure," Hermione walked into the fireplace. With the right words and some floo powder, she disappeared in green flames. She landed in Flourish and Blotts, exactly where she wanted. Draco joined her soon after.

"Okay, where exactly do you want to go?" Draco asked.

"Hm, brooms and Quidditch stuff would be good," Hermione responded.

"Shopping for Wea- Ron and Harry?" He asked.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I am," Hermione said. She and Draco headed out of Flourish and Botts together, searching for a broom shop.

"Hey, there's a new one over there," Draco pointed out.

"New what?" Hermione asked.

"Broom shop. 'The Dodgy Bludger: Quidditch apparel and more!' Its grand opening is today. You can get discounts and stuff," He said. "Want to try it?" He finished.

"Okay," Hermione said. The two headed for the crowded shop. They spent more time in the Quidditch shop than they had expected, but they benefited from it every second. Hermione somehow found the money to buy new brooms for both Harry and Ron (the latest models of course), a huge spell book for Ginny (who had recently developed a liking for hexing people- for justified reasons), and the newest romance novel for Mrs. Weasley. She already had her gift for Mr. Weasley and Fred and George got theirs early (supplies for a prank they came up with).

Hermione and Draco walked around in the thin layer of snow, window shopping and sipping on 'chilled caramel potions'. (A/N- a new drink I made up which is the equivalent to an ice caramel latte.)

"Hey, can I ask you something?" Hermione asked.

"Sure," Draco replied.

"What is the whole pureblood thing about?" She looked at Draco. He sighed, knowing that she really meant the pureblood rule and knowing that it would be a rather long conversation--too long for his tastes.

"Well…" He said reluctantly. "We see ourselves superior to others, as you already know," He said. "Because we take such pride in our heritage, we are forbidden to even look at a muggleborn in a kind or gentle way." He took a breath. "We are not permitted to befriend a muggleborn, let alone marry one. That being said, we have a rule. The rule is not written but is taught throughout the ages. Every hard core pureblood engraves that rule in their child's brain." He looked at Hermione. "Back in earlier times, when a pureblood fell in love with a muggleborn, the parents went as far as to order the extermination of said muggleborn."

Hermione looked at him in horror. Was his father one to go that far? Was that why Lisa died?

As if reading her mind, Draco said, "There are almost no families that still practice that part of the rule, so you're safe." His reassurance made her feel better instantly. "Today, when a hard core pureblood falls in love with a muggleborn, they are disowned by the family and are banished. That is, if the pureblood pursues his or her muggleborn love," Draco said.

"And if they don't?" Hermione asked.

"They live a miserable life and become just like their miserable father," Draco almost spat. "…thus, completing the cycle completely." The disgust in his voice disguised his extreme fear of such a fate.

"How come it wasn't engraved into your brain?" Hermione asked.

"Huh?" Draco said.

"You said that they engrave the rule into their child's brain," She reminded him.

"Oh…It was in the beginning. I believed every piece of my father fed me. I hated you as a result of that," Draco said. He and Hermione sat down on a bench outside Madame Malkin's. "The funny thing is that, I thought he was right. I thought him infallible. I looked up to him and strove to please him in any way I could. Nothing worked. No matter how well I did something, I never did it well enough." He finished off his drink and threw it in a nearby trash can. "When I met Lisa, my whole outlook on everything changed. I realized how completely wrong my dad was. I didn't mind muggles and muggle things. Lisa introduced many of the muggle things I have come to enjoy," He said.

Hermione grinned. "Like the laptop you have. I was kind of surprised that you had one."

"Well, now you know why," He said, a smile gracing his face.

"Wait, if you didn't view muggleborns as mudbloods anymore, than why did you still torture me?" Hermione asked.

"Ah, that is where I do not understand myself," Draco said. "Despite the increased beatings and my new outlook, I still wanted to please my father. I wanted him to be proud of me for something. Since I didn't dare torture Lisa with mudblood comments, you were the only other muggleborn I knew." Draco looked at Hermione. "I figured that our hate-hate relationship didn't need to suffer just because I was dating your friend--being cruel to you and your friends made me feel better. I felt like I wasn't completely gone, like I hadn't completely changed."

"Wow, you were messed up," Hermione said jokingly.

"Thanks," Draco replied sarcastically. He smiled at her. "But now I am probably completely different."

"Toward me, you definitely are," Hermione said, smiling.

"Now is my turn to ask you something," He said.

"Shoot," She replied, still sipping on her drink.

"What was with the whole 'not so heartless sick bastard' thing?" He asked a smile clear in his voice. Hermione couldn't hold in her laugh.

"That…well, that is Julie's view of you," She said, still smiling. "When you and I were on the hating basis, I told her everything that I didn't like about you. She came up with a name for you. It was, 'the heartless sick bastard'. Recently, I told her about the changes between our relationships towards each other. Her new name for you is 'the not so heartless sick bastard', which she enjoys saying," Hermione finished.

"Wow, you were right, she is odd," Draco replied. Hermione laughed again.

"Yeah, she's one of a kind," She admitted.

"So her and Tom…" Draco said.

"Her fiancé, he proposed the night Ariadne was born," Hermione said. "He's a wizard- -I'm sure you've caught on to that." She said in a rush. Draco nodded. "He told her a couple days afterwards. He said that you can't live in a relationship hiding something like that," She added.

Draco nodded again. "That's for sure," He mumbled.

The two walked around a bit more before taking a break and eating at the Leaky Cauldron. They spent a few hours eating and headed home.

"You want to walk back to my house or what?" Draco asked.

"That'd be fun!" Hermione said. "How far away are we from your house?"

"A long way, we could apparate half the way," He said. "You know what, there's a place that leads to my house, it's kind of spectacular in the snow," He added. The smile that graced Hermione's lips almost knocked him of his feet. "I'll send the bags to my house." With a wave of his wand the bags were gone.

"Shall we?" Hermione said, smiling. She held out her arm and he took it grinning.

They apparated into a clearing with tall trees that were covered in soft sheets of snow. The ground beneath them crunched and they left white imprints everywhere. Ice crystals hung from branches and reflected the sunlight. It was a complete Winter Wonderland. Hermione stared at the beautiful scenery around her and Draco.

"Isn't it kind of cool?" Draco asked.

"Wow," Hermione said.

"I guess that's a yes," He laughed. "Come on." He urged her forward, his fingers lacing with hers, sending the familiar tingle up his arm. They walked through the woods, admiring the stunning scenery.

Finally, they came to a bridge. The bridge was covered in frost and snow. Ice crystals hung from below it. Under the bridge was a huge glass lake. They stood in the middle of the bridge and gazed into the sky.

"Amazing, huh?" Draco asked. Hermione could only nod. "On our way back to your house, we can watch the sunset--it's an astounding view from here," He added.

She turned to him, eyes sparkling with emotion. "This is so…it's perfect," She said. He looked at her and smiled. His free hand brushed against her cheek. He leaned down and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, welcoming the kiss.

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Draco and Hermione got back to the snow covered mansion before four. They hid in Draco's room as soon as they were there. He had insisted that it was necessary to avoid any contact with his family members--they were all pureblood raving lunatics.

Draco had given her the wrapped gift he had gotten her for Christmas. She was made to promise not to open it or even peek. They moved swiftly down the stairs. All was going well until they reached the bottom of the stairs.

When Draco heard the voices in the kitchen, he realized how wrong he was to worry about his mother seeing them. The icy voice he heard forced him to remember the other, more problematic, parent he was cursed with. He went into momentary shock. 'He's not supposed to be here. He was supposed to be out a day and not come back until eight.' Draco thought frantically.

Hermione saw the frustrated and panicked look on Draco's face. Uh-oh, something's wrong. She thought and listened to the voices in the kitchen and immediately picked up on the problem. Lucius Malfoy was home.

Suddenly, there were footsteps coming toward them. Narcissa's head came into view as she walked out of the kitchen with a look of shear annoyance on her face. When she spotted the two, her look softened.

"Oh dear, I thought you were already gone," Narcissa said. Draco closed his eyes for a minute.

"Mother, please tell me that there is no one in the kitchen," He said through gritted teeth.

"As much as I'd love to…I can't," She said, looking at him sympathetically.

"He wasn't supposed to be home until eight," Draco hissed. His mother gave him a stern look.

"Well, he came home early." She looked at Hermione and smiled. "You must be Hermione," Narcissa Malfoy said. She looked a little unsure of what else to say.

"Yes," Hermione said with a nod. She had to get out of there. She wouldn't know what to do if she was face to face with the evil man that beat his perfect son. She would probably say something she would regret.

"I'm Narcissa…I'm sorry we couldn't meet on a much better occasion," Mrs. Malfoy said. She turned to her son. "Draco, you should probably take her home," She added. She seemed to be reading Hermione's thoughts.

Draco nodded and snuck past the kitchen door with Hermione in tow.

Oh, that was close…or was it? - haha. Sorry for the wait! I'm so happy, my editor is back! I am currently jumping up and down with joyness. As you all know, I was completely lost without her…and now I'm found!-heehee. Right, well you all need to REVIEW! And thanks to all of my lovely reviewers! I love you all!