A/N : Okay, here is chapter 8! Enjoy! READ AND REVIEW! Thanks for the reviews, again to!

Chap. 8 : Of Christmas Dinners, vampires, and movies

Chap. 8 summary : Christmas Day has arrived, even though with it; it has brought new awkwardness between Jack, Draco and Hermione. Everyone still trys to make the best of it. Even when a newvistor comes and stirs up the once quiet evening. Then there'sa small thing called...a movie?

"I didn't mean for it to come out that way. I mean, it was just a one night thing." Okay, so it wasn't for ONE night.

"WHAT! Hermione, how could you do that!"

Hermione tried to explain. "Draco, we weren't together at the time, and I was partying….you know to get rid of the pain, and it was summer, it was hot, he was around, I was drunk…we were in Mexico-"

"I don't want to hear anymore-wait, you went to Mexico?" Draco said uneasily.

"Yeah, well…I needed a vacation, and Jack along with some of my other friends went, I was going to cancel, but they-"

"I don't want to hear anymore." Draco turned to the other side and away from her; he laid down on his side of the bed, moving father and father away from Hermione in till he was almost off the bed.

Hermione then stopped trying to explain, and grabbed her wand flicked the lights off. Both Draco and Hermione didn't one ounce of sleep, both of them thinking.

There was something about having the man who slept with your fiancée sleep under the same roof as you. Draco kept going between the thoughts of hexing Jack all night. It was just the mere thought that Hermione was having fun during their breakup, and Draco was the one who was miserable at home. You would think it would be quite the opposite!

Hermione on the other hand, thought about the whole thing. You know, the marriage, Draco, Jack, her parents and grandmere, his mum and his family. At the moment, she didn't want to think about his family. What am I going to do? When the both of them finally fell asleep, it seemed as though only 5 minutes later they were being woken up.

"Draco! Hermione! Time to get up!" Natalie knocked on their door, yelling for them.

"Fine!" Hermione yelled, waking Draco up in the process.

"Damn it, Hermione." He groaned. He looked at the time: 7: 40 am.

"Your family likes to get up early." Hermione groaned and fell back on the pillow.

"Yeah, it's kind of a tradition, you know…wake up early…Draco?" He rubbed his mess of blonde hair and looked at her.

"What?"

"About….what I said last night. You….don't have to worry about anything me and Jack are simply best friends-"

"I wasn't worried." Draco said in a child like voice.

"Yeah, Draco. But like I said, there isn't anything between us. What we did was a one time thing…we're friends."

"Uh-huh, Hermione. Let me tell you, there's no such thing as friendship between men and woman. There's passion, enmity, worship, love….but no friendship." Hermione sighed and sat up.

"Not this again…"

"What?" Draco asked innocently. "It's completely true though, tell me how many guys have you got?"

"I have a whole bunch, as a matter of fact…"

"Yeah, well I guess at times, they all thought about shagging you…" That left Hermione speechless.

"That is completely untrue…not-"

"Knock, knock" Draco sighed. Maybe this whole Christmas get together was probably a bad idea…

"Who is it?" Hermione called out somewhat annoyed. She hated when people interrupted their arguments, she loved to prove Draco wrong.

"It's me Jack…" Hermione then smiled.

"Come in." Before Draco could protest, Jack came in. This left feeling slightly uncomfortable since he was shirtless and only in boxers and Hermione was in a tank top and boy shorts. Draco then noticed Jack was looking at both of them.

"Am I interrupting something?" He asked.

"No of course not, me and Hermione were only have one our of lovely chats…" Apparently Jack didn't catch on to his sarcasm.

"You weren't interrupting anything, Jack…" Hermione said, reassuring Jack. "I'll be down in a minute."

"Alright, it's just that everyone is waiting for you guys. And…Draco?"

"What?" Draco snapped at him.

"Your mother said to bring down your wand; she needs you for a spell." Jack then left, Draco's eyes widen.

"He's knows about magic?" Draco turned to Hermione.

"Of course he does." Hermione got off the bed, and went to the closet to put a robe on.

"When did you tell him?" He said as Hermione went to the bathroom.

"I told him when I was 11."

"You told him when you were 11?" Hermione then came out of the bathroom, brushing her teeth.

"Whadtduwxpetbdrafo?"

"Huh?" She then went back into the bathroom, and came back out.

"What do you expect Draco? He's my best friend; I tell him everything, just like you tell Blaise everything."

"I don't tell Blaise, everything."

"Uh-huh, Draco. Anyway, he even went to a quidditch with Harry, Ron, Luna and me. He's completely okay with it."

"He went to a quidditch match? Wait a minute…you don't even like quidditch!"

Hermione then put her slippers on. "It was just once; I was bored. He came for 2 weeks, and Harry invited us."

"Why doesn't Potter invite me and you?" Hermione looked over to him.

"Would you go if Harry invited you?"

"No. But that's not the point."

"I think I've proven my point once again. Come down, once you finished fighting with yourself." She kissed his forehead and went off.

After 5 minutes of debating whether he should go downstairs or stay upstairs and be stubborn, he decided to go downstairs. There he saw Hermione helping Jack with breakfast, while Natalie and John were cuddling, and Grandmere was reading 'Rebecca' by Daphne DuMaurier, and Narcissa was rubbing her temples.

She looked up. "Draco, darling…" She whispered. "Can you cast the spell for hangovers, I completely forgot; I haven't used those spells since Hogwarts."

"Oh Draco! Happy Christmas!" Natalie said quite cheerfully, causing Narcissa to groan.

"Mother, can we do the spell in the other room?"

Narcissa shook her head quick and went to the other room.

"….I don't mum, it just seems different after he came." Draco was now sitting with his mother having one of the 'heart-to-heart' talks.

Narcissa looked at her son. It was rarely that her son talked about his love life with her. "Draco, darling…you are right, naturally. This man…is charming. This morning he had coffee ready for me. But I don't know…" Her voice went below a whisper, causing Draco to lean forward. "There's something about him. It's not bad, but there's something fishy, he seems to be too charming for his good. To be quite honest, I think he'-"

"Hello!" Jack was in the doorway, smiling like usually.

"Oh hi, Jack." Narcissa smiled gracefully. "Thank you for the coffee."

"Your welcome, after yesterday I thought you would need it." Narcissa suddenly went blank. What in Merlin happened yesterday?

"Ah…yes. Of course." She said witha confused expression on her face.

"Well, you guys. I wanted to tell you that umm…Hermione, Nat, and Grandmere are going to the store, do you need anything?" Jack looked into his eyes, and smiled.

"No." Draco said for both him and his mum. Once Jack left, Narcissa whispered to Draco.

"Don't you see it!" Draco looked at his mother confused.

"What? See what?"

"Arg! Men!" She then stalked upstairs. Leaving Draco downstairs, replaying the scene in his head. Trying to see what his mum was talking about.

Hermione picked up a bottle of wine. "Mum, it just seems so weird. I decided to come clean with him."

"And…?"

"He completely went crazy. I'm surprised he didn't hex Jack…" Natalie laughed.

"Come on, Mum. Be serious."

"What do you expect Hermione? You're his fiancée and he is obviously jealous.…wait, did you tell him." She gave Hermione cautious look.

"No, not yet. I don't know how he will react if he knew that."

"You're gonna have to tell him soone-"

"What elze do we need?" Grandmere came back with a box of tea.

"Nothing else."

Christmas Dinner was already prepared. Turkey, pies, wine, corn, biscuits, fire whiskey, cake, Jack Daniels, everything was quite perfect. Narcissa was even lightening up….a bit. Jack was as cheerful as ever and talking to Hermione about his trip (much to Draco's dismay), Grandmere was on a roll with the insults, and John and Natalie were still the same as always. Draco on the other hand, was still thinking about the whole situation. No matter what he still wanted to hex Jack.

Everyone was in the living room, drinking, waiting for dinner to begin. Luckily, Hermione used to magic to help her cook, so she really didn't have to do anything. It was quiet except with the few giggles from Natalie. There was then a knock at the door.

Hermione gave him a look. To which Draco shrugged. Narcissa smiled; which caused Draco to think she knew who it was.

"I'll get it." She opened the door and stood in the way of who it was.

"Cissy! Look at you, darling. Far too beautiful."

"Damien." She threw herself on the man in the door.

Narcissa stepped a side to reveal, an older, but handsome man. He looked to be in Grandmere's age range and was his hair back in a ponytail. His teeth were white and clear not a single spot in sight; and seemed to be a little sharp. He wore traditional wizard robes, but there was an old feeling to him. Like he didn't belong in this century.

"Draco?" Damien went to Draco. "Is that you? Dear boy, you're grown. Do you remember me? I'm Uncle Damien."

Draco smiled. "Of course I remember you!" He hugged his uncle whom he hadn't seen since he was 10. But Damien was naturally eccentric, and couldn't forget him. He was easily his favorite uncle.

"Hi, I'm Natalie Granger, and this is my husband John Granger." Natalie shook his hand.

"I'm Jack Milhkal."

"Hi, Jack, I'm Damien Mafla." But Damien was far more fascinated with a quiet old woman who was in the corner still reading and drinking her tea, not noticing the scene before her.

Damien came before her. "And who do we have here…" Grandmere looked up.

"Who 're you?" She asked quite alarmed.

"Oh no one…just Draco's uncle. I came over for Christmas Dinner. And who might you be?"

"Rebecca….Rebecca DuMaurier." He shook her hand while looking into her brown eyes.

"Damien Mafla." He then brought her hand her to his mouth and kissed it. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Mafla." Rebecca then walked towards the dining room.

Damien looked on after her. "What a woman."

What in Merlin? He's supposed to be scaring them, not charming them. Narcissa thought with a disappointed look on her face.

"He's a vampire!"

"And you say your not judgmental, Hermione."

"There's a damn difference, between worrying about if your guest likes your food, or rather much prefer your family for dinner." Hermione then grabbed her wand, and set a charm to start setting the table.

"Hermione, come on. He's not all that bad. If he was, then he would have already eaten half our family, by now." That thought seem to cool Hermione's anger for a moment. A moment that is.

"Alright, but you could have at least told me before…you invited him." Hermione turned to the window.

"Yes, well-wait a minute, I didn't invite him. This is as much of shock as it is to you."

"Then who did?"

"Hello! Is dinner almost ready?" Narcissa said quite cheerfully. Draco and Hermione just looked at her, and stayed quiet.

"I'll take that as a yes."

At the dinner table, all was fine. Grandmere was having a fine old time, Jack was talking to Damien finding the old man rather charming, and Natalie and John were just being themselves once again, Hermione kept her eye on Damien who was looking at her Grandmere from time to time, Draco tried to make the best of everything, while Narcissa was acting quite happy.

"So, Mr. Malfa, how are you related to Draco?" Natalie asked, pouring wine for everyone, she went to Damien's glass, but he grabbed her wrist.

"I never drink wine. But-oh what the bloody hell I might as well as try it…going all those centuries without it." He then laughed, while every seemed to be confused about his statement.

"Ah…well, I'm Narcissa's great-great-great-great-great-great-great uncle. I'm which happens to make me Draco's great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great uncle!" Jack and Grandmere laughed. While Natalie looked at him and then at her daughter.

"Can we talk, Hermione?" Natalie whispered to her daughter, as Damien was still entertaining everyone.

"How could you not tell me!" Natalie yelled at her daughter. She lowered her voice and looked towards the dining room.

"Mum, I just found out today myself!"

"What are we going to do? He's been checking out Ma mere for the past 30 minutes." This thought also seemed to worry Hermione.

"He's completely harmless Mum. He hasn't eaten anyone yet."

"Key word, Hermione: yet."

"Mum, come on. He's going to be our family soon. We might as well try to make the best of the situation."

"Fine."

At the dinner table….

"So…you know I always wanted Bram Stoker to write my biography…I think that one with the whole 'Dracula' thing is unbelievable." Damien said while downing his fourth glass of wine. "And I must say, I should have had wine earlier. It's quite delicious." He licked his lips and continued. "Anyway the creator of all vampires is actually a woman, and her name is Lydia. Quite a nice woman you know. She's been in that castle way to long though. Anyway, I tried to get Bram Stoker, but he was dead by the time I got around to it. Then there was Anne Rice….she was a good author, but the whole thing about vampire not being able to have sex is completely nonsense, I mean after I was bitten I couldn't stop." The table stayed quiet completely.

"Was it something I said?" Damien looked around. Grandmere smirked.

"How about desert?" Hermione said getting up from the table and going into the kitchen.

"So, Mr. Malfa, you're a vampire?" Grandmere asked, quite fascinated.

"Oh yes." He said casually, in till he noticed the look on everyone's face. "Didn't Narcissa tell you?"

"Um…no." John said, still shocked.

"That's fascinating….Hermione told me of vampires existing in the magical world, but I didn't think I would ever meet one….which century are you from?" Jack moved closer to Damien, his eyes wide; looking for an answer.

Draco was disgusted. Merlin, even vampires don't scare the guy. "I think I'll help Hermione in the kitchen." He got up from the table.

He soon came face to face with Hermione. "How did they take it! Are they mad? Are they sad? Are the scared out of their wits?"

"No….Jack, your buddy, is taking it quite well 'It's sooooo fascinating'." Draco said in a mock voice. Hermione rolled her eyes, and went to the cake, which was being frosted.

"He's curious. He's never met a vampire. I've never even met a vampire before this day." She then grabbed the cake when the frosting was finished, careful not the drop it.

"I know, but still….he overacted." Draco said to himself.

"Ah! Here is desert." Hermione said as she placed the cake in the middle of the table. But much to her surprise, no one at the table was yelling….they were laughing? Hermione didn't even say anything; she thought she might ruin it. Why fix when it isn't broken?

"…I really enjoyed 'The Lost Boys.' It was quite an interesting take on the vampire." Damien said nodding his head.

"I enjoyed the 1992 one with the hot Dracula. Whatz waz the movie called again, 'Mione?" Grandmere asked.

"Bram Stoker's Dracula." Hermione said quite quickly.

"Yeah, he was." Jack said. While Natalie chipped in.

"I know he was so cute. I wouldn't have minded being bitten by him." She added with a wink. "We all knew Hermione had an obsession with that actor that played him."

"Mum!" Hermione yelled, trying to cover up her red face.

"I know, you use to watch all his movies all the time." Natalie continued. "What's his name again? Oh…Gary Oldman!" Hermione let out a sigh.

"I didn't have an obsession with him. I just like the movies he was in. He is a wonderful actor." She tried to explain, trying to hide the blush from Draco. Who was staring at her with amusement.

"With a nice azz." Grandmere said.

"Ma mere!" Natalie said, quite embarrassed for her mother.

"Well, it'z true. In "Scarlet Letter" he waz hot. Sinning never looked zo good." Hermione shook her head and put her head in her hand.

"I can't believe this is happening." I'm eating dinner with a vampire, my mum is embarrassing me, and my grandmere has absolutely no shame. Draco, on the other hand was amused.

"What? I'm not that old."

"You surely aren't." Damien said and licked his lips.

"Why don't we watch a movie?" Hermione said, as she got up from the table.

"What is a novie? Is that some sort of drug?" Narcissa asked.

John laughed. "No, it's a….now that I think about it. I really don't know how to explain it to you."

"It's a sort of like a picture! Except this is with people who act and it goes on much longer." Hermione tried to explain.

"So what movie, Hermione?" Jack, asked coming up behind her.

"I don't know….something Christmas-like, not to sappy….I have the perfect movie." Jack smiled.

Draco groaned. Oh Merlin. I know what this means.

2 glorious hours later, the movie came to an end.

"I don't know. Not for sure. But I believe he is. You see, before he came down, it never snowed. And afterwards it did. If he weren't up there now, I don't think it would be snowing. Sometimes you can still catch me dancing in it."

Hermione had tears streaming down her face, and so did Jack. Both of them were sharing a box Kleenex. Grandmere had a sad look on her face. Natalie was on the verge of tears. Draco rolled his eyes. He saw the movie so many times he could quote it by now. Damien was still interested in the movie, and asking if there was more to it. Narcissa still was looking at the DVD, wondering how it worked.

"That... (Sniff) was such a beautiful (sniff) movie. I cry every time." Jack said wiping his eyes. Hermione smiled through her tears and they both hugged.

"I know." Hermione said. "You know, the music in the scene when she's dancing in the ice; always reminded me of my Grandma." Grandmere gave Hermione a look. "I mean, my other grandmother; Alexandra. We would play in the snow when I was younger." Hermione smiled at the memory.

"I still don't get why she didn't visit him or stay with him." Damien said.

"It's because she always wanted him to remember her as how she use to be and look. She didn't want to destroy the illusion."

Draco couldn't take it. Seeing his fiancée in the arms of the man she once slept with. "Well, if this 'Kim' supposedly LOVED Edward, then she would have stayed up there with him. Then marrying some bum, and having an ugly grandchild! What a way to repay the guy you love. Just because he has scissorhands doesn't mean he's incapable of loving her." Hermione looked at Draco with surprise.

"Draco, are you alright?" Jack also looked concern.

"I'm-I'm just fine!" Draco got up and went to the kitchen.

"And you want our daughter marrying this man?" John said, looking at Draco. Who was now downing a glass of eggnog.

The DVD opened, and Narcissa jumped back. "That bloody thing is trying to kill me." John couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't worry, I just opened it." John said casually.

"You can do magic?" Narcissa asked. Muggles can do magic?

"No, it's just this remote control."

"A remote control?"

"Never mind."

Hermione stormed into the kitchen where Draco was calmly sitting.

"What in the bloody hell was that about?"

"Nothing, Hermione. Okay?"

"No, Draco. What is wrong with you?" Hermione came closer to him. "You're acting strange. What was with the whole Edward Scissorhands comment?"

"I am not acting strange. I-"

"You guys?" Hermione and Draco turned to see Jack.

Draco sighed. Great.

"Yeah, Jack?"

"We're gonna open the presents. We're waiting for you two." Hermione nodded.

"We are talking about this later." She whispered in his ear and kissed his cheek.

"Oh….I didn't bring everyone presents." Damien said as he sat around the tree next to Grandmere.

"Oh don't worry the important thingz iz that you have come." She smiled; while he genuinely smiled back her.

"Oh here they come." Natalie shoved gifts into their hands. "The one with the Santa Clauses on it is Draco's. And the one with snowmen is Hermione's."

Draco sat down and opened his gift. Inside he lifted the paper and found a notebook.

"A….notebook?" He asked, semi-confused. Why would I need a notebook?

"It's a journal, to record all the important events in you and Hermione's life. Something to look back on when you're older." Draco, to be honest, still didn't get why his future-in-laws got him a notebook.

"Oh thanks." Natalie's smile faded. She turned to John.

"He doesn't like it."

"No-I do, Mrs. Gr-"

"Nat."

"Nat, it's just unexpected. I never got a gift like this." Natalie's smile came back to her face.

Hermione was busy opening her present. Her reaction was quite the opposite of Draco's. "Oh mum! Dad! You got me all the classic Shakespeare plays!"

"Yes, it was your father's idea." John didn't seem to notice what Natalie was saying and was in a daze; when Natalie nudged him.

"Oh-yes, my idea." Even though Draco's library gift to Hermione had every book she could dream of. It was still felt good to get something from her parents; also anything Shakespeare reminded her of the 'Romeo and Juliet' play back at Hogwarts.

"I have your gifts, Mrs. G-Natalie and John. And I have yours, Hermione." He handed each of them their gifts.

"I also have your gifts, you guys." Jack said, he came into the room with a bag filled with gifts. Draco rolled his eyes. The asshole just has PERFECT timing.

"Thanks Jack." Hermione kissed his cheek and hugged him. She opened her gift carefully and found a silk scarf. It was dark blue with little stars on it.

"It's beautiful Jack!"

"Yes, well I saw it and it just reminded me of you." Hermione tried it on. Draco had to even admit it….it was nice.

"Draco, what do you think of it?"

"It's…..okay for scarf." Hermione shot Draco a dirty look. After all the 'oohs' and 'ahhs' over Jack's presents, they finally were opening theirs from Hermione and Draco.

"Umm…Draco?" Natalie opened her gift to find lingerie in it; it was a two piece see through boy shorts and barley there top. Draco turned bright red. Jack laughed; much to Draco's embrassment.

"What in bloody hell are you trying to give my wife?"

"Wait…that isn't meant for your wife."

"Draco thanks." Hermione looked at the perfume bottle.

"Shit!" He then grabbed both of their gifts and exchanged with the other. Grandmere, Damien and Jack were laughing out loud, not attempt what so ever at hiding their humor of the situation.

Hermione looked at her gift now, and blushed trying to hide the gift. Natalie smelled the perfume.

"It smells beautiful. Who is made by?"

"Aurora Witcheza, it's under your spell."

"How interesting." John, still was sulking about the earlier gift mix up.

"Grandmere, I have this for you." He handed her a small present. She unwrapped it carefully.

"Draco, thiz iz so beautiful." Grandmere took the shawl and wrapped it around herself. The shawl was velvet and dark blue.

"Your welcome."

"Yes, it's quite beautiful." Jack said as he examined the shawl.

Narcissa tapped her foot impatiently. He'd better have not forgotten to give me a gift.

"Dear mother, I haven't forgotten you." He handed her over a box.

"I knew you hadn't." She grabbed the box excitedly and opened it. She gasped once she looked inside; inside the box was a silk robe, pale white. She took off her black robe and slipped on her new one.

"Oh my….there isn't anything I could have wanted."

"I think I'll bring out the eggnog." Draco went to the kitchen. He sighed; what the hell am I going to do with Jack?

Just then, as though he finally noticed something….the eggnog. Draco smiled evilly; and looked around to make sure no one was there. He then grabbed his wand and pointed it at the eggnog.

"Wingardium Leviosa." Draco said quietly and started to move the eggnog. Draco crept quickly throw the hall and towards the living room, where everyone was talking quietly. He found his target. There was Jack cuddling with Hermione he moved the eggnog over to his head. He started to count to three. 1…..2…..

"Let me see this." Narcissa moved to where Jack was unaware of what was on top of her head.

3! The eggnog went pouring on to Narcissa's head.

"Oh….oh….ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Narcissa let out a scream.

"What? What?" Damien turned around to see what Narcissa was screaming about.

"I….have….this…bloody shit on me!" She cried out. "Who did this? Who did this!" She looked around with a deranged look on her face. Her silky hair was now covered in klumps of eggnog. Her make up was runnign down her face and she was dripping in eggnog.

"You!" She pointed at Draco.

"Of course not, mum." He was secretly hiding his wand behind his robes.

"I am your mother, Draco. I know this stuff!"

"It was on accident." She performed a quick 'Scougify.'

"I'm leaving. I've had enough….of this 'family.'" She then went to Damien. "I'm sorry I couldn't stay longer." Draco, once your're stopped acting immature, send me my stuff." She watched grabbed a hand full of floo powder and yelled. "Malfoy Manor!"

Everyone sort of sat there shocked for a moment.

"Well, I should be going anyway." Damien got up.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Malfa." Natalie went up to him. "I'm terribly sorry about this."

"Ahh, nothing to worry about; after living through the black plague, nothing shocks me anymore." He looked at his watch.

"Well, Mrs. DuMaurier, Mr. Granger, Mrs. Granger, Jack, Hermione…Draco. It was a pleasure meeting you all." Damien then went to the door.

"Aren't you going to go through the floo connection?" Draco asked as his uncle opened the door.

"No, I came by broom."

"Oh, wellz be zafe!" Grandmere called out. The door shut and everyone immediately went quiet.

"Me and Nat, will be upstairs." John and Natalie both went upstairs.

"I'll go and cleanz the kitchen."

"I'll help you." Jack offered.

Grandmere then went to the kitchen with Jack; leaving Draco and Hermione behind in the living room in the middle of the mess of eggnog on the floor.

"How could you do that!"

"Do what? I was simply carrying the eggnog." Hermione shook her head.

"Oh….so it happened to be above Jack's head, right? But your mother was in the way. Really, Draco come up with something better." Hermione flicked her wand, and the mess in the living room started to clean itself. "I'm going upstairs, you really disappointed me tonight, Draco."

"Hermione!" Draco called after her; but all he was answered with was the slamming of a door.

"Shit, not again." He then sighed and went upstairs.

A/N :The qoute Draco says : there's no such thing as friendship between men and woman. There's passion, enmity, worship, love….but no friendship. Actually belongs to Oscar Wilde, so I give him credit for the qoute.Anyway...READ AND REVIEW! Thanks.