~~Author's note~~

Sorry I haven't updated in so long, I've been really busy. I know that things are a little rushed. This is done on purpose. The characters don't even know why they are attracted to each other, they just are. So I won't explain it until they figure it out. Anyways, I hope

you like my story"

Ch3:Christmas Hell

Part of this was taken from Hermione's diary, which I have in my possession. I am amazed that she kept all of this. The other part is my story. I want to let our little Jared know that we love him, and this story will be his. Her memory will love on.

"Why the hell would he put us together?" Hermione asked, looking startled

and confused.

"I don't know," Ron responded,

"But that is fucked up!"

"Maybe it has something to do with the prophesy..." Harry chimed in, talking more two himself that to his companions.

"What?" Ron and Hermione asked simultaneously.

"Do you remember what the Sorting Hat said? It said that the rival housed

had to learn to get along and obtain peace." Harry explained.

"Then why in the fuck did he choose Hermione? Why didn't he just choose

you and Draco for this job?" Ron angrily said.

"Because he knew that their rivalry was too deep. They would never get along.

I don't like him, but I think that there is more about him than meets the eye" Hermione

answered.

"Whatever," Ron huffed.

Why did the fates choose to do this to him? Draco sat in the corner of the

Slytherin common room, he was alone and confused. Why did they choose to put me

with her. Her, the word echoed in his mind. In truth, he couldn't get enough of her. Her

laugh, her smile, he face... Oh! Shut the fuck up Malfoy! Draco told himself. She's a

fucking mud-blood, you have to get her out of you head.

No sooner had he thought this, than did the one person Draco feared, Lucius

Malfoy, strolled into the common room. Lucius looked around, and smile. So he was here, he mused, that little chicken-shit, is still here.

"Boy!" This was the greeting he gave Draco. There was no warmth in his welcome to his son.

"I've come to take you home."

"I already told you no!" Draco's reply was cold and harsh.

"Your mother wants to see you for the holiday's, she needs to speak with you..."

Lucius responded. She needed to see him, Draco knew what that meant. For it could only

mean one thing, and it was the same thing that she had wanted from his sense he was 12 years old; sex.

" There is a Death-Eater meeting that you need to attend. So are you going to come or do I have to get forceful?."

"Why the hell do you think I would go back there when I would rather die."

Draco asked, his voice turning to ice.

"I would have arranged for your death long ago. If it weren't for you mother..." Lucius let his voice trail, then he continued,

"You will come home, or mark my words, Draco, I will fucking drag you sorry ass home! His voice changed from cold to ice in a matter one seconds. Draco, realizing the inedible. packed his things and followed.

They arrived at their house at midnight. Draco, who was exhausted by this time, flew to his bed and felt down asleep. Lucius, as usual, went to see his wife.

"Well he's here safe and sound." Lucius stated. His wife looked up from her book, and smiled,

"And I take it he will be going to the D.E. meeting?"

"Yes, and you will talk to him?" Lucius asked.

"Amongst other thing." She smile, and he had to, for he knew exactly what his wife had in mind.

"So I take it that you will go on with you plan, and you will get your Christmas present a day early." Lucius questioned. She laughed, hard and cold,

"Damn straight!"

On the morning of Christmas eve, Draco woke up with a start. He sighed, he knew that this was going to be a long, long couple of days. He could here the multitude of people down stairs, they were the supporters of Voldemort, coming for the meeting He didn't go down and eat, he stayed where he was, and waited for his father to come. By one o'clock, Draco was getting impatient, his father had not come. It was after six when his father did come.

"Come" was all his father said, Draco unwillingly followed his father into the library. When the entered the room, Lucius stated,

"You all know my son, Draco." It was all the introduction that was given, it was all

that was needed. For the next three hours Draco sat there in silence. He had all the appearance of paying attention, but his father could see that he wasn't. He knew that his son was bored, but kept him there. This cruelty was noticed by Draco, who knew that all too soon, he would be seeing his mother. It was another hour before his father called for a break, and he took Draco out in the hall.

"Go and see your mother" Draco, followed his order with a bent head. He walked into the room and she smiled.

"So you finally decided to show up?' her voice was light.

"Believe me, if I had my way, I would have never come back!" Draco stated.

"Oh, feisty, aren't you. That's ok, I like fire in my lovers, that is" and she laughed to herself when she saw the shiver run down his back. Draco could feel his mouth go dry. She looked him up and down. Damn! She thought, he's grown!

"Come sit." The command was soft, but it had that definite underlying tone of steel. He did as he was told, and he knew; She would have him tonight if it was the last thing she did.

"Can I go?" The question was weak. She laughed, then said,

"No. It is either you stay with me, or go with your dad, but I'm not sure he will be so happy" Draco knew, he had no choice. It was either stay here, or get the shit beat out of him. He gulped as she moved closer, diminishing the gap between them, and kissed him. Her tongue ran lightly over the edge of his lips, and forced him to open him mouth. When she dived her tongue into him, she tasted his honey sweet breath, mixed with the tangy taste of his tongue. She felt a shiver of pleasure run down her back. She knew she was torturing him, and she took pride. She was one who liked to play with her prey before she feasted on it.

Her hands, now wary of being idle, ran through his hair, and below his shirt. Soon his clothes were in a pile on the floor. Her hands graced lightly over him, and she then threw her clothes in a pile next to his. When she drove him into her, he felt the disgusting pleasure of it all. She drove him deeper and faster until he thought he would die.

The sun rose drearily in the sky. Draco woke with a start, remembering last night, he quickly got out of bed, and set about getting dressed.. He peered out the window, and saw the huge shadow of the sun, hidden behind the clouds. Taking one look back at his sleeping mother he said,

"Merry fucking Christmas, mother!" And with that he went to wash off the filth of the previous night.