An Oh So Not Silent Night

When Hermione and Draco arrived home they were greeted with some unsettling news, for Hermione anyways.

"We're having a party tonight!" Their mother announced, seeming very peppy and very excited. Hermione groaned.

"But Mother! I don't feel like celebrating and there is nothing to celebrate." She scowled and decided to go sulk in her bedroom.

As she walked up the stairs she saw her father in his study reading some books, so she slowly entered.

"Hello Hermione." He didn't even look up from his book. She sat down in one of the chairs in front of his desk and sighed loudly to get his attention. Setting the book down he looked at her and took off his glasses.  "Might something be wrong?"

"Oh father, you wouldn't understand the just of it."

"Try me." He smiled at her and she tried to smile, failing miserably, it ended up as sort of a grimace.

"Well mother is insisting on having a party tonight but there's no way I can go without a date and not to mention the fact that to have a party we have to know people who would want to come over and I didn't know we knew people." She took a deep breath and prepared to continue. "I'm also positive that mother plans to invite all the people that were involved in the Order but seeing as Harry and Ron were involved I don't think I want to go I mean I haven't seen them in years ever since they…accused me of lying to them and then it turned out that you and Draco were spies in the Death Eaters the whole time and you'd think they'd at least call or something, try to make contact with me when they found out but noooooo." By now her father was laughing hysterically.

" You must see that this is incredibly childish Hermione. I thought that you had more sense in you then that. Child, you're going to go no matter what you want to do so it would be best if you'd just try and enjoy yourself. So go and start getting ready, look fantastic and wear the new dress on your bed." She stood up abruptly.

"FATHER! Oh father you didn't have to!" she leaned across the table and hugged him. She then ran down the hall, up two flights of stairs and towards the west wing of the house.

When she entered her room, there was the most beautiful dress she had ever seen. It wasn't extremely fancy and it didn't look like some sort of prom dress, but it was gorgeous. It was a cocktail dress and she figured it would go to just above her knees. It was red and strapless with a satin ribbon just under the bust and a matching bow in the middle of the ribbon. She picked it up and realized it was velvet. On the bed, under where the dress had been was a red sheer wrap. Without hesitating for a moment she set the dress back onto the bed and ran off to the adjoining bathroom.

After a long shower and a few hours of getting ready, she walked down the stairs to find Draco. He was sitting in the study the two of them shared. His wand was out and he was manipulating a model of a Quidditch game, she scoffed. He quickly turned around.

"Well don't you look nice." He drawled, glancing up at her. Her hair was curly and in an up-do with tendrils hanging around her face.

"Thanks Drake, not so shabby yourself." He was wearing the classic Malfoy robes; black with red satin inside the collar, underneath that he was wearing black pants and a nice gray sweater, for after the guests left. He smiled at her.

"I found out our two favorite people are coming." She looked at her feet and fidgeted a bit.

"What a surprise." She sarcastically muttered and looked back up at him. He smiled and grabbed her arm.

"Lets go downstairs, I've heard the door open a few times. Some one must be here." She laughed and they raced to the main stairway.

The door of the Malfoy mansion opened to reveal a disgruntled Harry Potter. He was wearing simple green robes that were slightly darker than his eyes. He looked up at the staircase in front of him and sighed to himself. 'Why am I here?' he thought bitterly. ' She did want to have anything to do with me in the store. Why would she now?'. He shuffled slowly towards the staircase. Taking his sweet time, he went up to the Ball Room and joined the others inside.

Once walking into the grand room he noticed Ron Weasely whispering something into the ear of a grinning Susan Bones. He smiled to himself and made his way over to where the redhead was standing. Before he got there, a door to his right opened, letting a bright white light in. Through the door came two people he recognized on first glance. There were Hermione and Draco, arm in arm and laughing to themselves about some private little joke.

He had never realized it before but they really looked incredibly alike. Same bone structure and same shape eyes. He smiled inwardly as he thought about how much he had always wanted to kiss her cheekbone, to caress her lips, throw her down in the middle of the floor and do unimaginable things to her. He choked back a sigh and continued walking towards Ron.

"Don't worry Hermione you're doing fine." Draco whispered through a clenched smile.

"Says you, and brothers don't count." She responded in the same manner. She turned her head left and glimpsed the unmistakable head of black messy hair. Her breath got caught in her throat. "I have half a mind to go over there and tell those two bastards exactly what I think of them." She grabbed a glass of champagne and started to walk away when her mother's voice called out.

"Hermione, dear! We'd like to get a picture of you and Draco together. Do you mind darling?" Hermione held back her anger and smiled sweetly. Posing with Draco for the picture, she felt eyes burning into the back of her neck. Soon enough, when the pictures were taken, she turned around.

Harry looked at her as she quietly turned around. She looked sad almost. But when she saw his face, her eyes flashed fire and she set her jaw stubbornly. Before he could send her a glare in return, she started walking over.

"Hello Mr. Potter. So glad you could make it. Would you like me to refill your champagne glass?" she faked a smile.

"Hello Hermione. I just want to say…" She interrupted him abruptly. Her tone was no longer syrupy sweet but dripping with malice.

"I don't give a flying fuck about what you want to say Harold James Potter. You are a bastard, an ass, the most despicable thing on this planet." She raises her hand and slapped him hard. He was too shocked to move, but it started to sting right away. She continued. "I bet you never knew this Harry…but you used to be my hero. Yes that's right, my hero."

"Hermione I'm sor…"

"I don't want to hear your excuses because what you did to me was unjustifiable. YOU DIDN'T STAND UP FOR ME WHEN I NEEDED YOU. YOU WERE MY BEST FRIEND AND YOU DIDN'T STAND UP FOR ME. FOR FUCK'S SAKE I WAS IN LOVE WITH YOU AND I BELIEVED IN YOU AND YOU NEVER STOOD UP FOR ME!!!" She was crying freely and her hair had fallen out of the up-do it had been in. She choked back a sob and set her teary eyes on his emerald ones. Everyone in the room was looking at the two of them. Neither one could move.

"You…you were in love with me?" Harry's voice almost betrayed him when he said the word 'love', but with luck, he succeeded.

"What does that matter anymore?" She had gone stubborn and defiant again, not letting her true feelings out.

"Tell me the truth Hermione. This isn't my fault."

"OH! SO ALL OF THIS IS MY FAULT NOW?!" she yelled so loud she thought she'd go hoarse. But she also had bigger concerns. Her voice went quiet and Harry was the only one in the room who could now hear it. "I want you out of my house Mister Potter and I never want to see you again until I die. I don't care what you say or what you do, I don't think I could ever forgive you unless you…" her voice went unsteady and trailed off.

"Unless I did what Hermione?" Draco glanced upon the scene with a heavy heart. He knew exactly what she would say. She had confided in him her secrets, her loves, her hopes, her dreams and he didn't doubt her at all…but he wondered if it was right for her, right for the family…right for Harry.

A/N there we go…chap 3…had to leave you hanging. I own w/e I made up…yea…ok

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