A/N: Ok…bad news…MY SENIOR SKIP DAY WAS CANCELLED BY A STUPID GROUP OF PEOPLE IN MY CLASS. And so was the prank. Teachers found out about both of them and threatened to bring our grades down by 3 so some people got scared! I was like COME ON! I had some friends sleeping over to have a fun night with no school the next day and we were all so pissed off…except we decided to skip first hour of school haha …but we were called into the office and "talked" to. Yeah it was great fun… anywho its Thurs and tomorrow is FRIDAY! And there is 22 days left in my high school career! YESSSSSSSSSSS!

Okay well it's now a week later and I am soooo sorry about my "abandonment" but I have been on my Senior Class trip for the past week, it was pretty fun! I now have 12 days of school left until I graduate!

Well, ON WITH THE STORY!

Chap. 12 Attic

Hermione and Draco said their good-byes to the Weasley's (excluding Ron) and Harry. Ron said he wanted to go out for a bit and he would meet his family back home later on that night. The Weasley's and Harry left to go have dinner together.

Narcissa, Draco and Hermione were walking from the Bodmin Moor together; Hermione and Draco hand-in-hand.

'Mother, I'll see you later. I want to go with Hermione. Thanks for coming,' Draco said to Narcissa, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

Narcissa smiled.

'You did so well, Draco. I'm so proud of you, have fun tonight. I'll see you later, then?'

Draco nodded.

'Good bye, Narcissa.' Hermione said.

Narcissa waved and apparated away.

Draco pulled Hermione's body toward him, one hand still in hers, the other moved to the small of her back. She rested her free hand on his chest. He leaned down and kissed her.

'It meant a lot to me that you were here today.' He said with a genuine smile. 'Thank you.'

'Of course I'd be here, I'd do anything for you, Draco.'

Draco's next expression told Hermione he thought about what she said. After a few moments of silence, a voice called to them.

'Draco!'

Draco and Hermione turned their heads to see Beau walking toward them.

Draco sighed exasperatingly and rested his forehead against Hermione's.

'Oh…help me.' He sighed so only Hermione could here.

Beau now stood next to them.

'You did well, Draco.' Beau said.

'Thanks.' Draco said politely, lifting his head up.

Hermione just smiled at Beau congenially.

'You did moderately, too. I didn't know you played Quidditch.' Draco told his cousin.

'I do, but mother doesn't like it. It supposedly looks bad to want to play professionally ever since the family reunion. Thanks to your comment, and Aunt Bella's refute.'

'It's not my fault I speak my mind.' Draco said snidely. 'Well, I'd love to chat with you favorite cousin, but Hermione and I have previous commitments.'

'All right, bye.' Beau shrugged, strolling down the hill to the lot where some parked their cars.

'Shall we go?' He asked her.

'Where are we going?' She asked.

'I don't really know…' He sighed.

He looked around and noticed they were nearly alone at Bodmin Moor, underneath the darkening sky.

'Do you want to just stay here for a bit?' Hermione asked, also noticing they were alone. 'You must be tired, we should relax before you drive anywhere.'

Draco nodded.

'That's a good idea.' He told her.

Draco pulled a wand from his quidditch robes and conjured a blanket. They sat down on it together. Draco laid down and Hermione laid next to him. He put his arm around her and she placed her head on his shoulder.

He felt her shudder next to him.

He tilt his head up and looked at her.

'Are you cold?' He asked.

Before she could lie and say no, he sat up and took off his Quidditch robe. He then put it around her shoulders.

'Thank you.' She said softly, lying back down.

She looked up into his eyes longingly. He leaned over her, placing one arm on the other side of her to support his body. He lowered his face to hers and kissed her softly, at first. He licked her lips, she opened her mouth and he slid in his tongue. She lifted her arms up around his neck gently, twisting his hair softly around her fingers. They progressed the kiss further to snogging and moaning softly.

Draco lips parted from her own, she moaned slightly in protest, but then moaned with pleasure when he moved to her neck.

Draco then leaned on one arm, as he continued to kiss her, while his other hand moved to her stomach, and slid down to her pants. He sneakily unbuttoned her jeans, sliding his hand easily into her silk underwear.

Hermione responded physically to her excited feeling and slowly lifted her hips, asking him to pleasure her. Hermione suddenly felt Draco's fingers enter her. She inhaled sharply as he continued to kiss her neck and finger her. His two fingers were working her tightened warmth, and she began to moan raspily.

'Draco…oh Draco,' She cried in ecstasy.

He grinned into his kisses. He went back to her lips, and she roughly kissed him in return and even nipped at his bottom lip. He liked that.

He continued to move in and out of her, for two reasons. One, he wanted to pleasure her. Two, he loved to feel her writhe under him and tense up around his fingers.

After a few more minutes, he slowly removed his fingers. When he was completely out, Hermione exhaled heavily.

'Oh god…' She sighed.

Draco just smiled and nodded, sucking and nipping her ear, blowing cold air simultaneously, which made her giggle uncontrollably.

'Draco… stop…' She said laughing.

She then put two of her fingers against his lips, to stop his tickling. He kissed her fingers, then pulled his head away and licked his fingers clean.

Hermione raised her eyebrows, but didn't bother to ask why he would want to lick her fluids off, she didn't want to get into that. He was much more experienced in all of this so she just let him do what he wanted.

Hermione moved her hands down and buttoned her pants back up. She put her left hand behind Draco's neck, pulled him toward her and she kissed him happily.

'I love you.' She told him after she gently pushed his face from her.

He smiled and placed random kisses all over her neck, saying "I love you, I love you, I love you," playfully between the kisses.

She laughed girlishly, hugging him tightly as he did so.

'Will you stay with me tonight?' He asked her. 'I don't know when I'll get my owl from Mr. Deverill, and I want you to be there.'

'That's the only reason you want me to stay tonight? Because if that's the case, I'll just come over early in the morning, like 9:00.' She said smirking.

'Okay, okay I want to have sex, fall asleep with you, wake up next to you, and then receive my owl while you are with me…naked.' Draco said bluntly.

Hermione laughed.

'I like when you are honest better.' She told him.

'That doesn't answer my request.'

'I already told you I'd do anything for you, Draco.'

He nodded.

'Too right. You did, my apologies.'

'Apology accepted.' She told him.

'Do you need to stop at home and tell your parents your staying with me?'

'I'll owl them when we get to your house.'

'All right.' Draco said as he got up. Then he lowered his hand down for Hermione. She grabbed it and he pulled her up easily.

Draco took his wand from his robes around Hermione's shoulders and waved it over the blanket. It disappeared. He put the wand back in the robe pocket, then slid his arm around Hermione's waist and kissed her temple. He led her to his expensive car and opened her car door. She sat inside, he closed the door and walked around to his side and got in.

He started the car, backed up and then drove from Cornwall to Wiltshire.

Draco and Hermione walked into Malfoy Manor around 9 P.M. They heard Narcissa's voice carry from a few rooms away. She was talking to herself.

'Hello? Hello?

'How does this damn thing work?

'Why did he give me such a ridiculous present?'

Draco and Hermione laughed quietly to themselves as they made their way to her.

They walked into the family room. Draco looked curiously at his mother who was talking into some sort of small machine.

'Mother what are you doing?' Draco asked.

Hermione was giggling.

'Jack gave me this absurd "gift" to me. He said it would be faster than owls…I have no idea what it is though, or how to use it!' Narcissa cried in frustration.

'Hmm…' Draco sighed and walked over to the "gift". He picked up a banana shaped object from a circular object with buttons with numbers and the alphabet on them. He randomly began to press buttons. A faint voice was heard. Narcissa and Draco looked around inquisitively.

'What's that noise?' Narcissa asked.

'I haven't a clue.' Draco responded.

'Oh move over!' Hermione sighed. She took the banana shaped object from Draco and spoke into it. 'I'm so sorry, wrong number.'

Hermione then placed the object on the buttoned-object.

Draco and Narcissa stared at Hermione incredulously.

'It's a muggle item. It's called a telephone.' She told them.

'A muggle item?' They asked, cringing.

'Yes. You dial the number of the person you want to speak to, it connects you to them and you can speak to them however long you wish. It's quite handy.' Hermione explained. 'What's Jack's number?'

'His number?' Draco asked.

'Jack is 46.' Narcissa spoke.

'Is that his age? That's not what I meant. Did Jack tell you a number, Narcissa? Some thing like (212) bum-bum-bum bum-bum-bum-bum? Something with ten numbers?' Hermione asked.

Narcissa ran to a coffee table, to the box the telephone came in. A set of numbers was written on the box in black ink.

'340-559-1141.' Narcissa read, 'Do those sound right?'

'Yes.' Hermione said as she dialed.

Draco and Narcissa watched Hermione dial and listen to…nothing. Then Hermione smiled and Draco and Narcissa heard another faint voice.

'Narcissa?' The voice asked.

'No, Jack, this is Hermione. Narcissa and Draco couldn't figure it out.' Hermione said with a laugh.

'Oh, well you know those Malfoys. Anything related to muggles and they frown at it ignorantly.'

'Yes, they did that exact thing when I told them what it was. Well, I'll hand you over to Narcissa.'

'All right, good talking to you.' Jack said to her.

Hermione handed Narcissa the receiving end.

Narcissa took it hesitantly.

'Hello?' She asked, holding the phone a few inches from her face.

'Don't be scared 'Cissa, put your ear to the muggle phone, you won't get diseases.' He kidded.

'Oh, good Lord! Jack, it is you! This is so odd.' Narcissa smiled.

'Well, mother, Hermione is sleeping over and we're going to go have hot, sweaty sex up in my bedroom now.' Draco said non-chalantly. Hermione gasped and glared at Draco.

Narcissa didn't pay attention to one word. She just smiled at Draco and waved him away.

'Okay dear have fun,' She said to Draco absent-mindedly. 'Thank you Hermione dear for fixing this telemophone.'

'Telephone.' Hermione corrected.

'Yes, mmhm.' Narcissa mumbled. Then she went back to talking to Jack about delightful nonsense.

'C'mon Hermione.' Draco said, walking from the room.

Hermione shook her head with laughter thinking about how oblivious Narcissa and Draco were about muggle items, and chased after Draco.

She left the family room and ran over to Draco, no skipped over to Draco, smacked his ass, and then darted up the stairs quickly.

'Oh, you're in playful mood, eh?' Draco asked. 'A wee bit of a game of Cat and Mouse, eh?'

She nodded violently at the top of the stairs, a grin wide on her face.

Without a moments delay, Draco dashed up the stairs. Hermione screamed and turned to run down a hallway.

She found a door and flew inside it. Inside were a few boxes, and a staircase leading up to an attic, most likely. She took the stairs two at a time, opened the door and walked in. It was an attic. There were tons of boxes. She ran to a corner and sat. She giggled to herself, proud of her hiding place.

While she waited, she decided to look in a box sitting next to her. She opened the brown, cardboard box and pulled out some sort of scrapbook. It had brown, faded binding. There was nothing written on the cover. Hermione shrugged and opened the book. A faded black and white picture fell into her lap, face down. The back of the picture read: 1959-Persecution of Bristol

Hermione turned the photo over and gasped. The picture showed a mangled body covered in blood, with three men standing over it proudly. She recognized two of the men. One was Voldemort, one was Lucius. The other man had a lot of facial hair, which hid his identity.

'Oh my god.' She breathed.

She placed the photo next to her and looked into the scrapbook again. A few words were written down sloppily.

Feb. 1970—I found out Narcissa is pregnant finally. A boy. Better be a boy. It must be a boy, or else she won't be pregnant. Malfoy's have boys.

March 1970—Narcissa tried to keep me home from another meeting tonight. She's such a fucking whore sometimes. She…fell…down the stairs, lost the baby. Thank god it was only a girl. Fucking woman doesn't even know how to conceive males. Maybe I'll impregnate Destiny or Shari, and just make them give the baby to Narcissa. Narcissa and I will just pretend it's ours, and raise it as a Malfoy, not some fucking bastard child. No. Never mind. Destiny and Shari are not for sure purebloods. At least Narcissa has got that going for her.

Nov. 1975—Great victory today. Killed twenty-seven mudbloods. My Lord was pleased. Narcissa was of course upset, but I took care of her.

Jan. 1980—Narcissa is pregnant again. Better be a male.

Jan. 1980—It is a male. She's lucky.

Feb. 1980—Narcissa is even more bitchy now that she's pregnant, but I can't punish her for it as much, I don't want to risk losing this one, especially since it is a male.

March 1980—I cannot wait to start raising this child. I need an heir to teach, to pass on the Malfoy legacy. Fucking baby better not be messed up or handicapped. They won't be any use to me.

Sep. 1980—Baby was born today, it's a beautiful male. Blonde hair, steel blue eyes. Narcissa was sick throughout the labor, and still is but she'll get over it.

Oct. 1980—Draco was baptized today, Portman is his godfather. He'll teach him right.

Hermione questioned this. 'Is Portman Jack's last name? But Lucius didn't like him I thought. She read on.

Dec. 1983—Fucking Portman turned on us today. He doesn't think it's right to bring Draco up in the Dark Side's ways. The Dark Lord ordered me to torture Portman today, he still is against the Dark Side.

Dec. 1983—Now Portman keeps telling me to leave the Dark Lord, for Draco's sake. The Dark Lord is Draco's future. Nothing will stop that.

Jan. 1983—Narcissa keeps coming to me with ideas of not bringing up my son in the Dark Side. Her ideas are exactly like Portman's. The fucking whore is probably sleeping with him. I'm going to go make sure she isn't.

Jan. 1983—Narcissa, even after nearly blacking out, won't admit to being unfaithful to me. I also asked Portman about it, he says he hasn't touched her. They are both fucking liars. Portman is never entering the Malfoy Manor again. He will never see Narcissa. He will never see his godson again either. Jack Portman is no longer worthy of Malfoy attention.

Hermione gasped.

'Jack used to be a Death Eater…

'Narcissa was pregnant with a baby girl…

'Lucius through her down the stairs and killed the baby…'

Suddenly Hermione heard steps coming up the stairs. Draco smiled and sighed in relief.

'There you are, you tricky temptress!' He laughed, 'I searched everywhere, I've never even been in here! Good hiding spot, 'Mione!'

He then noticed she wasn't laughing or smiling. She was holding an old looking book, though.

'Something wrong? What you looking at?' He asked her, walking towards her.

'Did you know Jack was a death eater?' She asked abruptly.

'What? You're mental, no he wasn't.' Draco said shrugging off her comment.

'Draco have you ever seen this scrapbook of your fathers?' Hermione asked him.

'My father didn't make a scrapbook, are you kidding me?' He said with a dry chuckle.

'Stop joking around, I'm serious Draco. You should read this.'

'Where did you find that?' He asked, a more serious tone.

'In this box. It's kind of a diary of your father's. I don't think you'll like it.' She said nervously.

'Give me the book.' He said, sitting next to her.

She handed it to him. Draco read it over slowly. They sat there together in an hour of silence as he read.

'My dad is such a fucking asshole!' Draco shouted angrily, throwing the book at his feet.

Hermione tensed and moved away from him a bit, Draco noticed this.

'Sorry.' He mumbled.

'Did you know any of that?' Hermione asked him.

'No.' He growled. He then looked at the boxes surrounding them. 'What else is in these fucking boxes!'

He jumped to his feet and began turning over boxes left and right. Papers, books, parchments, scrolls, photos, and other items fluttered the dusty attic floor.

He grabbed a random photo and looked at it. It was his father, Voldemort, and a bushy haired Uncle Jack.

'It is Uncle Jack. I can't believe he never told me.'

'Well, he did stop for you.' Hermione said softly.

'He still lied to me.'

'He didn't tell you he never was one did he?'

'No, but he didn't bother telling me he ever was. He told me him and my mother were childhood friends and that my father didn't like him because he and my mother were too close. None of that is true. He was a fucking death eater with my father, sided with my mother, and quit following Voldemort. I trusted him, he was more of a father to me than Lucius. And I have to look at century old scrapbooks to figure out the truth.'

Hermione didn't respond.

Draco grabbed a box and threw the scrapbook and photo he had looked at, and a few other randomly chosen items, into it. He then carried the box to the stairs and ran down it angrily.

'Draco! Come back!' Hermione cried, running after him.

'No, I'm asking my mother about this shit.' He told her.

'Stop, Draco. Calm down first.'

'This is my family, not yours. Don't tell me how to react.'

Hermione was hurt by his words, but he was too consumed with fury to notice.

A/N: Probably won't update for a while again, sorry. I have 12 days of school left…I'm very busy with last minute projects, tests, and exams.