The rest of the dance was not much excitement for our classified couple. The two went back inside after their little hidden renegade outside. The dance ended at about midnight, everyone went back to their rooms, but Hermione and Draco and the prefects had to stay back to clean up.
'Wasn't that fun?' exclaimed Hannah Abbott.
'Tons.' Hermione smiled politely. She looked over at Draco and grinned, he smirked back at her.
'All right, students, thank you for setting up and cleaning. You may go back to your rooms now.' Dumbledore said.
The students walked away and bounded up the stairs. Hermione and Draco walked a few feet away from each other, but didn't take their eyes from each other.
Hermione and Draco stepped into their common room and Hermione smiled up at Draco.
'It means so much to me that you want to come to my house for Christmas.' She stated grabbing his hands.
He brought them to his lips and kissed each one.
'If I get to spend more time with you then I have no problem with it.'
'What are you going to tell your parents?'
'I'll tell them I am spending it at Blaise's. He'll cover for me.'
'Your dad won't mind.'
'My dad thinks Blaise is a Death Eater, he won't care.'
'Your mom?'
'My mother would just want me to be happy and have fun.'
'Your mother seems a lot nicer than your dad.'
'She is.'
'Are you sure you don't want to go back home, for your mother's sake.'
'No, she would like to see me but she also would rather have me away from my father.'
'I see. Shouldn't you owl your parents? I think I should owl mine too.' Hermione said.
'Yeah, I'll owl mum. Are you sure your parents won't mind me coming over…Christmas is a family holiday mostly, isn't it?'
'I'm sure they rather meet my boyfriends than not…even if he is a Malfoy.'
The two then grabbed parchment and quills and began to write.
Dear Mum,
I hope you don't mind, but I want to spend the Christmas break with Blaise. He invited me to stay and I have accepted. I wish you Happy Christmas times, I'll send your gift to you later. Be careful, mum.
Love,
Draco
Draco wrote a second, separate owl to his father.
Father,
Evening, sir. I wish to stay at Blaise Zabini's manor over break. We think it would be beneficial to practice new arts over the long break. I'll owl you over break.
Respectfully Your Son,
Draco
Hermione wrote one owl to her parents.
Hello Mum and Dad!
I miss you both so much, but Christmas vacation is coming up and I plan on coming home. I am bringing someone home for Christmas to meet you both, and Krista and Bradin. I hope it's okay, please don't act odd or upset…I am not quite sure how you will react. I just want you to remember how much you love me and that I'm your little girl. I'll see you in a week.
Love you Daughter,
Hermione
They then sent their letters off via owls and waited for their respective responses.
--
Lucius was in his study, reading over lists of Death Eaters whom have loss respect for their Lord. He was going on a punishing spree in the morning.
As he sat there, a black owl flew in and perched on his chair.
'Ahh, from Draco my sson.' He spoke, nearly hissing.
He swiped the letter from the owl, threw some oats at the bird and read while it ate.
After reading it he smirked.
'Practice arts. I must have beat some since in that boy. I don't know why Narcissa is so against it, it obviously shows positive results.' He said to himself.
Lucius scratched a letter back to Draco, gave it to the dark owl and sent him away.
--
Narcissa was having tea and reading in her room, waiting for Lucius, as she does every night. Wishing and hoping he would come to her, happy and loving like when they were younger, but it was inevitable for Lucius to come in cruel.
As she was reading her mystery novel, a black owl flew in and perched gently on her bed post.
'Ah my Draco!' She said happily.
She took the note and pat the bird on the head, then gave it some sugar to nibble as she read.
After a few precious seconds of reading her son's letter, she pulled some parchment from her drawer and wrote back to him.
--
Richard Granger sat in the living room watching "Scarface" on their television. As his eyes focused on the screen, his wife bounded in with a letter in one hand and an owl perched in the other.
'Hermione wrote to us!' She cried happily.
He turned his attention away from Al Pacino and they read the letter aloud to each other.
'Oh! Our baby is bringing home a boyfriend!' Anne said smiling happily.
'Yeah, but what did she mean by don't act "odd" or "upset" and "I don't know how you'll react"?'
'I don't know, Richard, we'll have to wait and see, won't we?'
'Yes, but she better not be going out with any hoodlums or drug dealers or alc-ies.'
'Alc-ies?'
'Alcoholic, Anne. If some dark dressed, mohawked, stoner walks through that door with my baby…'
'Don't worry, Richard, our Hermione is the brightest girl at Hogwarts. She is smart enough to date someone who we will approve of.' …….
--
Draco and Hermione sat on their couch and waited for their responses.
Draco's raven colored owl, Demon, flew in first.
I am glad you have decided to work on Dark Arts with Zabini. Don't waste time.
-Father
'How loving.' Hermione sighed sarcastically.
'Isn't he?' Draco asked satirically, 'He's overflowing with love and compassion for his only son.'
'Well, read your mother's, maybe it'll be more uplifting.'
Hello my beautiful baby boy! I was so happy to hear from you, I hope you are doing well. I hope you have fun with Blaise, don't do anything you aren't comfortable with, you know what I mean. Don't worry about gifts, son, all I care about it that you have fun and are safe. Owl me during your break if you find time. Always remember I love you, and I know how you tend to worry about me so just so you feel relief, I am well.
Love,
Your Mother
'Oh! Your mother is so sweet.' Hermione said smiling.
Draco beamed as he read his mother's note. She was well. He sighed happily.
'She called you her beautiful baby boy…' Hermione said choking back tears, 'That's so cute.'
Draco looked at Hermione's doe eyes and rolled his.
Then an owl Hermione borrowed from the owlery flew in.
'My parents…I hope they said it was okay.'
'Open it and see.' Draco instructed.
Hello Hermione dear! We were so glad to hear from you, we are both anticipating your home coming. And of course you can bring home your…friend. I'm sure we'll love him, even though your father is a bit hesitant because you said you know know "how we'll react". That scared your father. He doesn't want you coming home with any druggies, goths, or "alc-ies"…I don't know what that is exactly love, so ask your father when you come home. Have a good rest of the week and we'll see you soon.
Love,
Mom and Dad
'Your parents seem nice. I think I'm going to have to watch your dad though, huh?' Draco asked.
'He's always been protective, but once he sees you aren't gothic, a druggie, or alcoholic I'm sure you'll be fine…once my parents get over the fact that they hate your father…'
'Oh, that'll be one thing we have in common at least.'
A/N: Sorry, so short but I thought it needed this chapter of minor details. Oh and for those of you who don't live in the USA or just don't watch a lot of movies, "Scarface" is a mafia movie starring Al Pacino and Michelle Pfeifer, it's pretty good if you like the shoot-em-up-bang-em-up type of movies. Every violent, graphic and swears a lot though, good guy movie, even though my mom LOVES it.
