Synopsis: Oooooooook, lemme think here. Last chapter, Draco and Harry went to get Hermione's presens, and they got caught by Snape in Hogsmeade, and they got detention. Aaaaaaannnndddd….. Oh, uh, Draco invited Hermione to dinner on Christmas Eve. Does anyone ever quesiton their religious orientation? I mean, it doesn't matter to me, but Christmas isn't exactly a pagan holiday, and if they are Christians, then don't you think there'd be Jews and Muslims and Hindus and Buddhists and Shintoists and Athiests and Jainists, and etc etc etc? I'm not trying to be politically correct, I'm just wondering, and going off on a horrible tangent, sorry.

Disclaimer: Same ol' same ol'

A/N: Um, sorry this one is short, but it was either I sit herre and finish typing up what would have been the second half of a longer chapter, or I just post this chunk now. My internet is down in my dorm room, so I am in a computer lab right now, and I have to go do reading at the library (A History of Anti-Semitism, incase you were wondering) and then I have a Philosophy class at 3, and I'm babbling again. Anyway, sorry for the short chapter, I should have the next out soon, as soon as the techie hotties ~cough cough~ fix my internet!!

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Several hours later, Hermione was awoken by a soft knock at her door.

"Mione?" she heard Draco call

She looked around herself, she was still wearing her clothes from earlier, she seemed to have fallen asleep while she was reading her Arithmancy notes.

"Yes?" she replied sleepily.

"Well, it's five thirty, and we're supposed to meet mum and Lils for dinner at quarter past six."

"Oh! Thanks for waking me up," she called to him. "What are you wearing tonight? And what should I wear?"

"Geez, Hermione, I don't know! Well, I'm wearing some Muggle designer's suit, Hugo something? Victor Hugo?"

Hermione laughed, "Victor Hugo wrote The Hunchback of Notre Dame, you prat."

"Muggle stuff," he mimicked in a silly falsetto.

"Alright, well, I'll be dressed and ready in a few minutes."

"Sounds like a plan."

She heard his footsteps retreating, and she walked over to her closet to look for a skirt. After about 10 minutes of mixing and matching outfits, Hermione decided on a fitted knee-length silver satin skirt and a snow- white angora sweater with small silver threads woven intermittently through. Hermione walked over to her mirror to deal with make up and hair.

"Might as well look presentable, as it is Christmas," she said to herself.

Hermione put a spell on her unruly curls that tamed them, so the spirals were a bit more cohesive, and put on a bit of sparkly eyeshadow, 'Only a bit, I don't want to look like some Muggle teenybopper,' she thought to herself. After a bit of lipgloss, she was ready to go. She checked her clock, 6:05.

She walked out of her room, Draco was sitting in his chair with two large, wrapped boxes in his lap.

"Oops" Hermione said, and ran and grabbed something from her room.

"What's that?" Draco asked.

"It's kind of a joint present for your mum and Lily."

"Well, you didn't have to get them anything!"

"I know, Draco, but I wanted to! Are we going to stand here and argue about this, or are we going to go?"

He sighed, "You are so damn difficult! Let's go."

Hermione and Draco walked up to the room which Dumbledore had provided for Lily and Narcissa. When they entered, they saw that Narcissa had cleared out the bedroom furniture to put a nicely sized table, set for four in the middle of the room.

Narcissa walked over to them, and gave each of them a hug, and wished them Merry Christmas.

"Come, sit down, we're all ready to eat! I spent all day down in the kitchens making this." Narcissa said.

"You made this all yourself?" Hermione asked, impressed.

"Yes, I was kind of out of practice, having those poor little house elves scuttling around all the time for me. I always feel so bad for them, I offered the ones working at the Manor compensation, but they refuse it!"

"I know exactly what you mean!" Hermione said.

She looked over at Draco who was glaring at her, and decided not to broach the subject any further.

"Well, I wish I could cook, my mum's never been much for cooking," Hermione said.

"Well, maybe I can teach you a few things sometime!" Narcissa said happily.

Hermione smiled, "That'd be great!"

"Well, enough chit chat, lets have some food!" Draco said.

Dinner was wonderful, Narcissa was quite the gourmet chef. Lily entertained them by singing some Christmas songs she'd made up, one enjoyable one was about a snowman playing Quidditch.

After dinner, Narcissa cleared out the table with her wand, and summoned a couch and two chairs. Narcissa sat down on one of the chairs, Hermione and Draco sat on the couch, and Lily plopped herself down on Hemrione's lap.

Hermione turned around slightly, and called, "Accio present."

She handed the gift to Lily, "Here you go, this is for you and your mum to share, Lily."

"Oh, Hermione, you certainly didn't have to do that!" Narcissa exclaimed.

"Don't worry about it! My parents have no idea about our monetary system, so they always give me more than I could ever spend on myself anyway!"

"Well, still, that was very thoughtful of you."

"Mama, may I open it?"

"Of course dear."

Lily tore off the paper to reveal a long rectangular box, with all of Roald Dahl's book.

Lily gasped, "Oooohhhhhh, you mean he wote mowe that Matilda?"

Hermione nodded, "Yes, these are wonderful books, my favorite when I was a girl!"

"Thank you Mine-ee!" Lily said, wrapping Hermione in a bear hug.

"You're very welcome Miss Malfoy!"

"Now, Lily," Narcissa said to her daughter, "Why don't you go get Hermione the gift we picked out for her!"

"Oh, you really shouldn't have gotten me anything!" Hermione protested as Lily unearthed a small box.

"Mewwy Cwistmas, Mine-ee!" Lily said proudly, thrusting the box into her hand.

Hermione unwrapped and opened the small box. Inside was a gold chain with a charm on it. The charm was in the shape of a wand, and tiny beams, made of finely ground diamonds shot from the tip.

"It's beautiful!" she gasped. "Thank you so much!"

Hermione gave Lily a hug, and then got up, and gave Narcissa a hug, too.

An owl suddenly tapped its beak on the window, and Hermione let it in from the snowy cold, she removed the parchment, gave the owl a sickle, and it flew off. Hermione handed the note to Mrs. Malfoy.

"Hmmm, Sirius and Harry are stuck in London till tomorrow, the Floos are all in heavy use."

"It's probably just as well," Draco yawned, "It's getting late, and I'm so tired!"

Hermione nodded, "Me, too."

"Well, then, I propose we all go to bed! I'm sure Lily and I will see you two in the morning.

Hermione and Draco gathered up their things and left. While they were walking, Hermione opened bup her small box again to look at the necklace.

"Draco, I can't believe your mum got this for me! It's so beautiful, and it must have cost a fortune!"

"Hermione, really, I didn't act like a rich snot for the past six and a half years for nothing! But, in all seriousness, my mum really likes you, and my sister worships the ground you walk on! So, it's only natural, really. Oxygen."

"Well, but still," she said as she walked through the portrait hole, "It's an extremely kind gesture."

Draco shrugged, "Well, I'm going to bed, I am so tired," he yawned.

Hermione nodded in agreement, "Yeah, me too. Goodnight Draco."

"Night, Mione."

The two were soon fast asleep. (With visions of sugarplums dancing in their heads?)

A/N: Wow, that chapter is so short… sorry. Next one'll be longer, I PROMISE!!! It was something or nothing, so I went with a short something as opposed to a nothing. Mmmmmk so, sorry there's no explicit (or unimplicit, if you prefer, ahaha) thanks this time, I'm gonna go with what I remember, and address anything I can recollect from the reviews, I'll do a big thanks next chapter… but you guys know I'm pretty good about that!

Oreo- I'm sorry I forgot you!!! See, here, you're the first one I remembered!!! So, thank you EVER sosososo much for reviewing my dumb story!!!

Thank you to all who praised my musical taste! I do think I have fabulous taste in music, if I do say so myself… ahem

Alanna Roseguard- Remembered you, too, just b/c you hadn't reviewed in a while, which is fine, of course!! But, thanks, as always, for your kindness.

Thanks to whoever it was that said they enjoyed my British slang despite me being an American…. I hope I am doing it right and I don't sound like a complete and utter moron.

Nuada- No, I do not read Vogue, but I'm extremely curious as to why you asked!!! Lol, so review and tell me, I've been wondering for a while now (

Oh, and to whoever asked, I don't know why I picked Godfrey, I just did, and it's kind of too late to change it. I'm not attached to the name, it's just what popped into my head.

AND FINALLY: The khakis/car keys deal:

~OK, this is a bit difficult to explain, but I will try. I am from Buffalo, and we have REALLY nasal "a" vowel sounds so, the way we say some "a"s sound like "ay-uh." Like, I mean, that's what it would sound like if you REALLY broke down our short "a" sound, and said it super-slow. but obviously as one sound…. but not like english people say "a" like "eh", we'd say 'cat' like "cay-ut" but, you know, one syllable. So, if you're still with me, I'll proceed. So 'khakis' would sound like "kay-uh-kees" (once again, only with 2 syllables, you kinda slur the first 2 together). As far as car keys go, we DO pronounce "r"s and I think for good reason, they are there in the word, after all. So, 'car keys' has a different vowel sound as 'khakis' does on the "a" this "a" is like "ah" so 'car keys' is just 'cahr keys' say it with the r, and you've got it!

Summin it up: Buffalo= "Kay-uh-kis and cahrrrr keys"! My goodness, and you probably have NO clue what I'm trying to communicate….. I need to get out more.

And of course, last-last-lastly to Squinny, who is my Bridget Jones idol, and is the scariest twin one could ever have, but also the most fabulously scariest twin! Fencing scene… mmmm… make chuk fence for you!!!