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The dinner was exquisite, but nothing compared to his Hermione. She was amiably talking to Blaise, once she felt a pair of eyes boring into her soul she looked away and straight into a pool of silver eyes. Draco felt his heart leapt as a small smile tugged at the end of her mouth. Lucius seeing all this, gave his son the biggest glare and simply said, "Don't fall in love with her son; fate has a funny way of screwing people up, and even if she fell for you something will always come in between you two. It always does. Although it wont be me, son. I give you my blessing, just be careful." Draco was shocked at what his father had just said, but gave a nod to say he understood.

Just then the main doors into the room flew open and a man wearing all black robes, who was pale gaunt, with dark circles permanently around his black eyes. The man walked to the seat opposite Hermione and smiled the cheekiest smile in the room, and spoke "Hermione, Walter, and Mr Beresford please forgive me I was other wise indisposed."

"It's ok Marius. I'm glad you could make it." Mr Beresford said. A waiter approached Marius and asked if he would like any thing to eat. He said no, and explained he had already eaten. Then turned to Hermione and gave her the biggest smirk available. She just rolled her eyes and gave him a smile. 'NO' thought Draco. She was his, not that slime ball. Not Viktor's, not Blaise's. His. His alone. Lucuis again seeing the discomfort of his son said "he's a vampire; he means nothing to her, so calm down." Draco couldn't 'calm down' Hermione was his. The first barrier of her being with him was the whole pureblood/ mudblood thing. He still believed that stuff and at one point was gonna jack it all in for her but now he didn't need to. He also knew that since The Dark Lord was defeated by the one and only Harry potter things were slowly getting back to normal in the wizarding world, well as normal as they could get. Hence the reason he felt Hermione was always a mudblood that was the reason she had to stay with muggles. Damn Voldemort if only he knew he could have been with Hermione already. The question is what the Beresford's did to have Voldemort as their enemy.

With the meal over the men retired to the smoking room and would take about how great they were, the 'children' stayed in the ball room and the women left for another room somewhere inside the dirty great manor. All in all everyone was feeling quite good about themselves except Draco he was currently talking to Crabbe, Goyle and

Pansy. Pansy had finally given up on her little obsession of him in 3rd year when she found out Draco was in love with Hermione, and although she didn't approve she accepted it.

Hundred days had made me older since the last time that I saw your pretty face
A thousand lights had made me colder and I don't think I can look at this the same

I'm here without you baby but your still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time

Everything I know, and anywhere I go
it gets hard but it won't take away my love
And when the last one falls, when it's all said and done
it get hard but it won't take away my love