Hey guys! I only got two reviews for this chapter, but I suspect that's because it hasn't been posted long. As for the reviews:
Lemonpeppachikn: I wish I had Draco too... that why I write these fanfics!
May-ann: I never liked Pansy either, she was always a bit rude for my liking. I hoped that was romantic, I don't know, I kind of just pictured the most romantic thing a guy could do for me.
Back to the chapter. I hope you like it!
Months passed and soon the light snowfall had covered the Hogwarts Grounds in a thick, white blanket. Draco and Hermione had been dating since just after Halloween, and he'd even begun being civil to Harry and Ron. They weren't friends, mind, but at least they weren't fighting every few hours.
Hermione had written her mum and dad, asking them to come to the Burrow to meet the entire Weasley clan and Harry. Everyone was going to be there.
"I wish you'd come home with me, Mya." Draco said for the hundredth time.
"I know you do, love, but I've made these plans since I first found out I was Hermione Potter. It's very important to me, as the Weasley's are practically my family." Hermione finished packing, making sure all her muggle clothing was folded neatly. She was in a tight crimson sweater with a black pair of jeans on and crimson boots. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail, and on her eyelids there was a crimson eye shadow with light black eyeliner.
"I know, I know, but I can't help but wish." He smiled and pulled her into an embrace. She hugged him back and he began to tickle her, pinching her sides and reveling as her sweet laughter filled the common room.
"Draco! Draco, stop it! We've got to leave!" She managed to get out between laughs. He stopped and she fell against him, tired from wrestling in his grasp.
"I know, I know. Come on, let's go." He choked out between laughs. The two walked out of the Heads Dormitories hand in hand, headed for the front door, where they'd catch the Knight Bus.
"Mum, Dad, you made it!" Hermione ran to her parents and enveloped them in a huge hug. They hugged her for a minute before both pulled away to get a better look at how their daughter had changed.
"You're beautiful! Absolutely gorgeous! And your hair, oh honey, I've missed you so much!" Anita Granger cried. Hermione hugged her once more before leading them over to the couch.
"So, honey, have you got a boyfriend yet? I'm sure you've got to fight off the boys like mad now." Hermione began to blush before she answered.
"I'm dating Draco Malfoy, mum, and I have been since Halloween." Anita's mouth opened in surprise.
"Draco Malfoy? The one you used to write about teasing you? My, isn't he really rich, too?" Her eyebrows were knit in confusion.
"Yes, mum, he is quite rich. He doesn't tease me anymore, now I'm a halfblood. Anyway, Harry and I inherited the Black family fortune, as Sirius Black is our godfather and he was the last Black." Her mother gasped.
"You? Harry? But, you're rich now! Mione, I'm so happy for you." Her dad, Edward, hugged her tightly again.
"Actually, Harry and I would like to make an announcement. We were thinking about it for a Christmas present for the Weasleys." She stood and walked over to Harry, who took her idea and ran with it.
"Well, we were thinking that since we inherited so much money, we'd like to share it with Ron and the rest of the Weasleys, because you're practically family to us." Harry announced.
"We've put the money into Gringotts under all of our names, so we can access it at any time if we need it." Hermione and Harry were soon in an embrace with all of the Weasleys, being hugged so tightly they had to fight for breath. They let up in a few seconds, and beamed with happiness at the two.
"Oh, you two, you're so sweet!" Molly gushed.
"How can we ever repay you?" Arthur asked.
"By treating us like your own kids. We already feel like we're part of the family." Harry replied.
Everyone was extremely happy after that, and soon Ron had coerced his mum into taking everyone to Diagon Alley on Boxing Day to go shopping. Ron was so excited, he kept spouting off about how he was going to buy the best broom ever. He did, and they spent the rest of that night playing Quidditch out in the Burrow's backyard.
The rest of the holidays went much the same way, with Arthur pestering the Grangers about muggle things and the boys and Ginny playing Quidditch on their new brooms.
On the night everyone was headed back to their homes and Hogwarts, they had a huge celebratory meal. After eating until they couldn't take anymore, the students were picked up by the Knight Bus and brought back to Hogwarts, laughing and joking around until late in the night.
Hermione awoke in her bedroom, the soft sunlight shining through the window. As she crawled out of bed, amidst a few yawns, she decided that she was going to have a bath in the prefect's bathroom.
They had a huge bathroom in the Heads dormitory, but it was not as grand as that of the prefect's bathroom. She hung out in the common room most of the day until just after lunch, when Draco had told her he had something to do and he'd be gone for a bit.
She grabbed a few towels and some candles –the vanilla and strawberry ones Draco had used when he asked her out – and began the long walk to the prefect's bathroom.
Once there, and after stopping to chat with the portrait of the Fat Lady about the current events in Gryffindor, she was so glad to just relax in the big tub that she didn't even care that someone could come in at any moment.
She stripped down her clothes and got into the tub, which was filled with warm water. She turned on the taps until the bath was filled with large pink bubbles and smelled of roses, and then swam a few lengths.
She had just sat down and begun to rest when the door creaked open and someone walked in. Automatically hiding herself, she relaxed when she saw that it was only Draco.
"Oh, Hermione, I didn't know you were in here! I'll go if you like." Draco turned to leave but stopped when he heard her voice.
"No, no, I don't mind. Come on in, the water's very nice." She patted the edge of the bath and he walked over.
"I didn't bring swimming trunks, do you mind?"
"I'm not wearing anything, so it's alright." She giggled when his eyebrows lifted in surprise. He motioned for her to turn around while he undressed, and she did, albeit sneaking a few peeks.
When she heard him enter the water she turned around once more and found him face to face with her. He had his wand in hand and had pointed it to the door, muttering a spell to place an occupied sign on the door handle outside.
"We're alone, presumably. Don't worry, I won't try anything, love." Draco slid his hand around her waist and pulled her close to him.
"I know you won't, because then I'd have to curse you." She giggled and kissed him on the lips. He traced his tongue on her bottom lip and she opened them; his tongue snaked in and soon they were fighting in a passionate war.
She pulled away after a few minutes. "We can't do anything too bad, okay? I'm just not ready." She waited for his response.
"I know, Mya, I won't push you. I care about you too much." He kissed her and pulled her over to the seat, and she sat down beside him with her head on his shoulder.
"I'm glad you won't push me. I'd hate to hurt you." Draco laughed loudly and she hit him playfully on the arm. "What, don't think I could?"
"Not without a wand!" Draco countered, and he put his hands on her shoulders to dunk her. She came out of the water with her hair slicked back and wiped the water off her eyes.
"Oh, you are SO going to get it!" She yelled. They fought in the water for an hour, splashing and dunking like they were five years old. As soon as they were tired –and Hermione had proved she could beat him by cornering him several times – they got dressed and headed up to their dormitory.
Hermione dressed quickly in black velvet track pants and a forest green tank top; Draco dressed in green and black plaid sleep pants and a black t-shirt that fit tightly over his muscles. They sat by the fire, Hermione with her head on Draco's heart and Draco holding her tightly, as if he'd never let go.