Hermione sat wide awake in her bed, it was Christmas day. She had arrived home yesterday. Flashes of moments with Draco flashed before her eyes, and a small smirk reached her eyes.
Their was a small knock on the door, and Hermione sat up and pulled a light blue cloak over her shoulders and opened the door.
"Oh hello Mom"
"Hello, Happy Christmas" she said pulling her daughter into a hug.
"Happy Christmas" Hermione replied
"So are you coming down stairs? The Malfoy's are here and you probably want to open your presents."
Hermione walked out of her room and pulled her hair up into a lose pony tail and closed her door behind her.
The entrance to her home, in the middle of the white tiles there was a large tree that just reached the ceiling.
"Morning Hermione" Said her father. He was sitting in a large chair, smoking a pipe and reading the Daily Profit.
Hermione walked into her kitchen and pulled out a bowl, and some cereal. Draco was sitting at the kitchen table, he was pealing an orange
"Boo"
Draco looked up and saw Hermione pouring her cereal.
"Happy Christmas" He said dully
"Oh don't you sound do cheerful"
Draco did not reply but just rolled his eyes.
"So Draco, when do you want to…attempt to find Voldemort?"
"Don't talk about that here Hermione, especially with my father in the other room."
"I thought your father turned over a new leaf?"
"You're the only one"
"Morning Hermione" said Lucius he had just walked through the kitchen door.
"Morning Mr. Malfoy" Hermione said as she carried over her breakfast to the table.
Hermione had received a ring with the family crest on it, new robes, a series of books on the dark arts Possible influenced by the Malfoy's and her great grandfather's wand.
They spent the rest of the day discussing politics, New Years Eve plans, and other events.
"We're doing it on new years Eve" Hermione said to Draco. She had pulled him into the bathroom.
"Now, what's this about your father?"
"He came to see me at Hogwarts; he wanted me to give you to Voldemort. If everything went the way he wanted, then you would be unharmed. And If I refused to give you to Voldemort then you would die."
"When were you planning on telling me this?"
"Well it's not that easy to tell someone is it Hermione?"
"No No, you miss understood. I'm not mad. Your dad can lead us straight to Voldemort!"