Author's note: I swear this one will be much happier than my last chapter.  Let's put the depressive state of that one down to life issues.  Here we go!

Disclaimer:  Not mine.  Only Mags and the plot are.

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Hermione woke up in the morning and her mind went into action.  They had final quizzes to determine head boy and girl next week.  And not major assignments that were not properly finished and filed waiting to be turned in.  Draco had no Quidditch practice and the next prefect meeting was tomorrow.  Slipping silently out of bed and into her weekend Muggle clothing she slipped out and darted to the Headmasters office.  After all, why break the rules when you could just bend them to suit your needs?

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Mags sat up and ran her fingers through Oliver's hair.  He was so peaceful when he slept.  His brow was unfurrowed and he didn't have to worry about her seeing the worry his eyes were always trying to hide.  She smiled and sent an owl to Dumbledore.  These two teachers were taking a sick day.  Wasn't it just awful that had given each other a cold an had to stay in bed all weekend?  Not that he would be complaining.  After all, they needed ther rest.

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Draco woke up to hear Hermione in the bed humming to herself and a note from her on her pillow next to him.

'Draco~ Get up and ready.  We are going to Muggle London for the weekend.  My parents want to get to know you better and I want you to get to know the other side of me better.  Anyway…HURRY!

~Mione'

His trademark smirk slid from his face.  Her father wanted to get to know him better?  No good could come from this.  None at all…

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Oliver awoke to a much happier sight.  His girlfriend grading essays.  Most men hated it when their significant others brought work home – even more when they brought it into bed.,  But her mind was so exciting to him.  Her view of everything so different from his.  The way she taught made him excited.  Hell if she had taught potions to him he probally would be better at them than he was.  Who was he kidding?  If she had been his potions professor all hell would have broken lose.

"Hey easy lady.  Do we have plans for the rest of the day?" he said sitting up and stretching.

"Do all you British love run on sentences?  When I say three feet I was I was rather hoping for more than three feet of the same sentence.  And ugh, this is so getting a 75%.  Plans?  Nope.  Oh wait!  I did owl Dumbledore and inform him that our 'extra-carricular' activities have given us both a cold that should keep us in all weekend." She said winking at him over the edge of the paper that now that he looked at it was covered in red marks and slashes.

"Which house?" he asked plucking it from her hands and looking it over.

"Gryffindor.  Which is surprising.  Normally they at least try harder for me because of the Hermione factor."

"Isn't it he Yoko factor?  And doesn't that usually apply to music groups?" he teased kissing the tip of her nose.

"Picky picky…"

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Hermione tapped her toe impatiently waiting for Draco.  Her properly stylishly faded jeans were riding low on her hips and her long sleeve t-shirt was tantalizingly snug.  His Slytherin hoodie was firmly tied around her wait and her Doc Marten shoes were gleaming from a fresh shine.  Her hair was up in a messy bun and her nails were drumming on a coffee table.

"And he claims he always has to wait for me?  I beg to differ on that one…" she muttered with a roll of her eyes as he finally exited his room with a duffle and a coat.

"You think waiting ten minutes is bad?  I wait 30-45 for you love." He teased back kissing her lips, "She we go?"

"Yes we shall.  Flooing is the only way to get to my parents house.  And when we get there I can finally show you my baby!" and after saying the 'B' word she stepped into the green flame and shouted  "Granger Home!"

"Did she just say…  Granger Home!" and with that he disappeared.  Only to land in a very nice living room and see his lady being hugged to death by the man he recognized as her father.  This was still not going to be good.

"So you are the young man our dear Hermione has fallen in love with." Came a calm voice from his right.  He turned and smiled at her mother.

Hermione's father looked up and narrowed his eyes at what he considered to be an interloper in his time with his daughter.  He was just not good enough for his little girl.  His brother would roll over in his grave if he knew that this young person was thinking about touching Hermione.

"Hello again Sir. Thank you for inviting me into your home this weekend." Draco said politely and stuck out his hand for a shake.

Mr. Granger looked at him and cursed inwardly.  Why did he have to be so damn polite?  Couldn't he have some sort of behavior issue to hate him for?  "You are welcome Draco.  Please feel free to make yourself at home.  Mione would you like to show your young man to the quest room?"

Hermione looked at her father with grateful eyes and pulled Draco up the stairs to the guest room.  Which was right next door to her room, coincedence?  He thought not.

"No naughty thoughts Mr. Malfoy my parents suite is not too far away and I want them to like you.  Not hate and loathe you for defiling their daughter under their own roof." She teased ass she watched him walk around her room.  He paused and picked up a picture of four adults.  They were holding a baby that looked similar to Hermione.

"That would be my birth parents and Mags' folks.  Back when the times were happy and no one realized what Mags and I were." Hermione whispered, taking the picture from him, "but no sad thoughts tonight!  What would you like to do first?  My parents are going out like they do every Friday and we have time to do whatever you would like."

"I want to meet this baby of yours.  I didn't see any toys…" Draco started nervously.

Hermione looked confused and then it dawned her he was thinking of a REAL baby.  Not her nickname for her car.  "Honey I think we need to talk, but follow me."

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Oliver grinned and pulled Mags closer as they took a quiz in one of her magazines.  Half eaten junk food lay around them and teacups lay forgotten on nightstands.  Countless owls were in a pile by the window.  This was the perfect way to spend a weekend.  Especailly when your lady tended to get called away out of the country every now and then due to the fact she had to escort souls to the Valhalla.  This quiet personal time was nice and private.

"Honey go and grab that stack of owls will you?  I just realized some of them might actually be important."

With a world-weary sigh Oliver hauled himself over to the window.  When he turned on his bad leg it made a sickening cracking noise.  Mags looked at him and hid a giggle behind her hand.  "DO not even go there you impudent wench."

"Wench?  Did you honestly just call me a wench?  You putz!" Mags laughed even harder.

"Putz?  You immortal American types are certainly bizarre!" Oliver teased back sliding back under the covers and tossing the mail at her as he reached for the crossword puzzle in People magazine.

"I am stuck on 10 Across.  You should know it – aren't all you Europeans Jerry Lewis Fans?" she asked as she started to open her mail.

"That would the French.  We British have Monty Python thank you very much."

"And that is better how?  And who is Monty Python?"

"Blasphemous woman!!  Get up!  WE have a mission."

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Hermione sped down the road in her shiny silver BMW convertible.  Her eyes laughing behind her sunglasses at the glowering Draco next to her.

"It's not funny you twit." He said, "When do I get to drive?"

"After you take a driving class with a doddering old man who keeps trying to cop a feel every five minutes and then a test with a nitpicking member of the Department of Transportation.  Who will then either pass or fail you.  If you pass you too will get a bad picture taken and put on this driving pass.  Then you may drive my baby.  Until then you are strictly on passenger status." Hermione said pulling over to fill up the car.

"How do I go about getting this driving class started.  It does not sit well with me to have my girlfriend drive me all over constantly." Draco said climbing out ands stretching in the early spring day.  Hermione smiled up at him.

"Then you can pay for the petrol.  That is sure to salve your pride." Hermione said pushing him towards the building, "And if you would grab me a soda as well.  You are so sweet."

Draco wandered off muttering under his breath about pushy girlfriends who should watch themselves this close to the end of the year.  Hermione rolled her eyes and picked up her cell phone with a wink in Draco's direction, she dialed her mother's cell phone.

"Mum?  I have a question for you…"

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Mags sat straight up – her eyes went wide.  Her hands started to shake.  Her ring was warming up.  This was not good.  This was very not good.  There was danger somewhere around either her or Hermione.  She looked over at the catnapping Oliver and slipped out of bed silently.  Her hands shakily pulled on a sweatshirt and she slid soundlessly out of the portrait hole.  She darted up to the top of the astronomy tower and opened a hidden door.  Whipping up a quick potion and speaking over it a long forgotten tongue – before her in the tiny cauldron the mists parted.  Third eye her great aunt ninny! Then her heart stopped.  There slipping into the lowest dungeon/basement of the school was a small contingent of Death Eaters.  Led by a robed figure who turned suddenly and seemed to look right at her.  With red snake like eyes.

She thrust herself forward and ran towards Dumbledore's office at full speed.  This was not good!  Not good at all!  This was WAY to early!

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Hermione saw Fawkes fly towards them at the park where they had stopped for lunch.  The beautiful phoenix dropped a letter into her hand and immediately turned and left again.  Hermione tore it open and Draco moved behind her to read over her shoulder.

'Hermione – WE need you and Malfoy back NOW.  Move up attack plans to ASAP.  They are here!'

Hermione's heart stopped beating and then sped like a mad thing when it started. They were nowhere near being ready.  This was very not good!  This was nowhere on her plan of attack.  Why couldn't evil ever stick to a organized plan?

"We have to go Draco.  I am sorry our weekend away got interrupted.  WE need to get back to Hogwarts NOW." With that she grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet.  And dragged im back to her car with a quick steps and troubled eyes.

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Back at Hogwarts, deep below the actual school.  Two red eyes looked at a picture of Hermione and Mags.  They narrowed and seemed to blaze even brighter until they fell on a flask of thick red blood.

"I will have victory ladies.  It all comes back to blood in the end…"