Chap. 9: Anniversary gift

Chap. 9 summary: Draco and Hermione have a small argument which turns into something else...but are interuppted.Draco and Hermione's anniversary soon comes up, and Hermione gets a special gift.

"Hermione! We have to talk." Draco opened the door.

Hermione turned to him. "No shit, Sherlock."

"Who in the bloody hell is Sherlock?" Draco asked with a confused look coming across his features.

"No one!" Hermione yelled. Sometimes it's just so frustating. Hermione thought to herself.

"Hermione……I didn't mean to have the eggnog dropped on to his head-well I mean my mother's head. I wasn't paying attention." Like she' s gonna believe that one!

"Oh! I really believe you. Draco, that's really a stupid excuse; so please don't mind me when I ask you not to insult my intelligence."

I told you she wasn't going to believe you! "Shut up!"

"What did you say?" Hermione asked.

"Nothing. Hermione, don't act all innocence. You're been flirting with Jack ever since yesterday. You know, I have eyes. 'Oh Jack, it's beautiful.'" Hermione's eyes filled with rage.

"Don't you accuse me of flirting! He's my best friend and yes I love him! But never had I flirted with him. Are you really that insecure?" Hermione asked.

"No! I am not insecure; I don't have anything to be insecure about."

Hermione started to take off her shirt. "Oh of course not." She said sarcastically. "The almighty Draco has absolutely nothing to be insecure about."

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"You're a smart guy, you'll get it." She started to take off her skirt.

"What are you doing?" Draco said, his voice softening.

"Undressing; what does it look like?" Hermione snapped at him. All Hermione was answered with was silence. Before she could turn around she felt a pair of arms around her waist.

"Draco!" But he didn't seem to notice. He leaned into her neck.

"Did I ever tell you; you look absolutely shagable when you're angry?" He whispered into her neck. The feel of his breath against her skin almost drove her wild. She bit her lip.

"Draco!" She pushed him away. He stood back and took off his shirt. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Come on, Hermione." He started towards her. But she kept backing up till she was on the bed.

"Draco!" She then ran towards the bathroom in their room, but he grabbed her from behind and they landed on the floor. Draco, got on top of her.

"I guess I'm on top now." He ran his tongue along her jaw line. Hermione couldn't help but giggle.

"Stop." But the laughter in her voice gave away. Draco moved sensuality against her.

"Come on, Hermione…." Hermione moaned and responded back to Draco. Hermione looked up to Draco and passionately kissed him.

"Knock, knock."

Draco sighed and leaned into Hermione's neck. Hermione took in much needed breath.

"Yes?"

"Hey, Hermione. It's me, Jack. I was wondering if you could tell us where the cleaning supplies are." Hermione groaned.

"We don't have any, we use-nevermind….I'll be right down." Hermione waited for Draco to move, but after two minutes she started to wiggle.

"You keep doing that, I'll never get off." Hermione laughed. Draco groaned and rolled off her.

Hermione put back on her shirt and skirt. "Well, I'll be right back. Don't put your clothes on." She gave him a suggestive look. Which Draco raised an eyebrow to.

Hermione soon gone out of the room, and Draco leaned back. "What am I going to do?" He whispered to himself.

A couple of days and fights later; Hermione's parents and Grandmere left. Much to Draco's joy and Hermione's sadness, they had an extra room for Jack to stay in.

"I'm sorry we couldn't spend New Years' with you and Draco. Maybe next year. We promised your aunt, unlceand Tabitha that we would go over. Love you! Bye." Natalie kissed her daughter's cheek.

"Bye dad." She whispered and hugged him. While he carried luggage to the car.

"Bye, Hermione. Wish me luck with your aunt and couzin." Grandmere then wrapped her shawl around her and went to Draco.

Jack came up to Hermione. "Hey beautiful, I guess it's time to go. But let's hang out sometime, and we can discuss your wedding or just go out.Remember to call…..do you have aphone?"

"Oh yeah…just um write down your number."

Grandmere turned to Draco. "Be good and take care of Hermione. Au revior!" She rushed to the car, clutching her shawl.

"Well, here is my number. Call me." Jack gave Hermione the piece of the paper and hugged her, rather too tightly. Draco narrowed his eyes. After what seemed to be 5 minutes, Jack finally let go of Hermione. He then went to Draco.

"Well, it was an interesting past few days..." Draco still didn't say anything. "I guess I have to be going now. Bye." Draco still didn't say anything and watched off as Jack watched off awkwardly.

The car finally went; Draco and Hermione both watched as the car went off. As the door shut, Draco thought everything would be the same as it was before Jack came, but he was…..wrong.

"Draco! What is with you? Jack was only trying to be nice!" Draco rolled his eyes.

"No he wasn't! Really I don't need him wearing my clothes, thank you very much."

"He needed some, like I said, not all of his luggage had came in. Plus, you two are the same size." Hermione tried to explain.

"Yes, well I don't want his scent on my clothes." Draco still tried to argue the point across, while Hermione grew wary from trying to explain.

"I'm going upstairs. This is getting ridiclous. Talk tome when you're grown up." Hermione stormed upstairs. It was on the eve of their anniversary, and yet here was Hermione arguing with her fiancée; she wasn't even invited to any New Years parties. It was a surprise; Usually Ginny and Blaise would throw one. Maybe their Christmas didn't come out perfect either. Day soon turned to night and Hermione turned to the window. It was actually a romantic evening, the stars were out, the night pitch black which made them stand out even more and cast a glow on the ground outside; the snow being a beautiful decoration below. The only thing that distracted Hermione was the ring on her finger. She started to play with it, the ring, was modest, nothing to big. She left out a long suffering sigh and laid on her bed. She turned to her side and closed her eyes. Soon she found herself in a deep slumber.

"Mmmm I don't wanna get up." Hermione turned to the other side and grabbed the blankets. But Draco was persistent.

"Get up, Hermione!" Finally Hermione got up.

"Why are we going outside?" Hermione asked, as Draco leaded her to the door. He then covered her eyes with his hands.

"Don't we need jackets?" Hermione whined.

"Stop whining Hermione and just wait." All Hermione heard was the door open. When she first went outside, she didn't feel cold but she did get goose bumps.

All around her all she seen was something different, she was outside and she saw snow falling, it was day time. She heard music in the background; she recognized the music immediately and smiled. (A/N: Everyone wondering what the song she's smiling about? It's 'Death!' from Edward Scissorhands) But then she noticed a little girl with frizzy hair in a dress and jacket. Playing with her was an old woman. The old woman was small, fragile, and gentle; her smile was large and wide. Both of them were sitting in the snow.

Hermione couldn't believe it. Her eyes started to fill up with tears, she felt glued to the spot. The image in front of her seemed so real; the people, the music….everything. She then felt the courage to take a step forward. The little girl and the old woman didn't seem to notice her.

The young girl then spoke. "Grandma…I don't want you to ever leave me." The little girl looked up to her grandmother with a smile and tears threatening to leave her eyes. The old woman took hold of her.

"You know what, darling? I may never be there physically but I'll always be in your heart. Remember that, Hermione. Promise me, that you'll never forget me." Hermione then stepped closer to the image. She could have sworn she smelled the perfume her grandmother use to wear. She touched the image, but her hand went through it.

"I won't. I just….don't you want you to go." Now the old woman had tears in her eyes.

"I'll always watch over you, Hermione. You may not see me, or even hear me. But I can hear you and see you. And when you get married one day, I'll be there. You can talk to me anytime you want. All you have to dois believe." This seemed to cheer up the younger Hermione for a moment.

"Now…let's play, before mum comes and gets us." The old woman said and twirled Hermione around in the snow. Hermione saw them laughing and running around.

"Hermione! Time to come in!" A voice called out. The old woman then held younger Hermione's hand and they walked away. Then the scene before her stopped, and it seemed to start over again.

Hermione turned to Draco. "I-I-" She then ran upstairs into their room and closed the door.

Draco looked at the memory and then at the house with a confused look on his face. "She was supposed to like it, not cry." Draco rushed into the room, seeing Hermione sitting down on the bed, she was staring at the ground her tears staining it.

Draco sat beside her on the bed. He really didn't know to comfort someone. He had his moments, but mostly he was clueless. He rubbed her back.

"I thought…you would like it?" Draco asked. Hermione looked up at him, her eyes glistened with tears.

"I do….but that was the last time I saw my grandmother. It's one of the last surviving….memories I have of her. It just felt...so real." Hermione broke down completely; she grabbed onto him.

Draco was stunned for a moment. But then he hugged her back. They both laid back on the bed and slept in each other's arms. And that night, both of them finally had a good night sleep….without the thoughts of Narcissa, Jack, or the wedding interrupting their dreams.

A/N: Hope you guys like it. I tried to capture how Hermione would feel. I hope I didn't over do it. :) Read and Review. Plus I have to give credit to the wonderful music of Danny Elfman from 'Edward Scissorhands' (if you have the soundtrack, listen to that track it's beautiful!)