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A vinyl sticker with big block letters
Adherent to my chest
That tells your new friends
I am a visitor here: I am not permanent

The District Sleeps Alone Tonight – The Postal Service

Hermione glared at her empty suitcase. What was she supposed to pack to impress the infamous Narcissa Malfoy? Would she even accept a non-pureblood girl in her own home? Hermione bit her lip and started throwing various pieces of clothes into her suitcase. After all, that was going to be her Christmas holiday. She had decided to go for it, and owled Harry and Ron to tell them that she was going to spend the remainder of her holidays at the Malfoy Manor. Harry and Ron wrote back furiously, pleading Hermione not to go along with the plan, but finally backed down when she stated that she had Professor McGonagall's special permission, along with the sour Snape. Apparently, Professor McGonagall was going to walk them to the train station that later that day. Hermione finally settled on a soft pink blazer, a pair of simple jeans, and comfortable Mary Janes. She pulled her normally bushy hair in a bun and left a few tendrils in her face. She was so nervous that she had even applied mascara! Something she rarely wore. Draco had explained to her the night before that everything would be safe, that even though his mother showed little affection towards her only soon, that she would be pleased that her son showed up with a girl rather than Blaise Zabini for once.Draco poked his head in her room.

"Are you ready yet Granger?" he said and added with a groan.

"Almost, let me just get some other stuff and I'll be out in the common room.

Draco smirked and closed the door behind him. He had to admit, the mudblood didn't look so bad in muggle clothes. The only thing he hadn't mentioned to her was that his mother didn't know what girl he was bringing home. Half of the time he got nervous. He didn't want Hemione to feel uncomfortable at the Manor.

Draco grabbed his leather suitcase and Hermione's and walked towards the fireplace. Professor McGonagall had told them to use floo powder and then she would see them at the train station. Hermione appeared a few seconds later and thrust her handbag at Draco, nearly knocking him. A few minutes later, they both held they're hands as they swirled around the fireplace.

When Hermione opened her eyes, she was at the train station. Professor McGonagall, the strict firm witch wished them a good trip as she waved at them from the window. Hermione followed Draco along the various compartments, as they looked for an empty one. They finally found one near the end of the train. Draco opened the compartment door. Hermione raised her eyebrow.

Was Draco Malfoy actually opening a door for her? She smiled and went in. The trip was rather long, about four hours. Draco grinned, as the Hermione's head started moving as she slept. Suddenly, she snuggled herself into Draco's arms. Draco hesitated for a second and then softly wrapped his arms around her. He wasn't used to this. He was used to the taunting of the mudblood. Now he had asked her to join him at his home. Oh if only his Slythetin mates found out. He would be far from dead. Half of him really didn't care. But he couldn't believe that only last week he had hated the mudblood now, and now she was here in his arms, softly sleeping.

What had happened to the old, heartless Draco? Had he turned into a measly pussy? Or did he actually feel something for her. Was he even capable of even feeling something?

Hermione groaned as she felt Draco rousing her from her sleep.

"We're here Granger, wake up" he said softly.

Hermione sat up and blearily followed Draco out of the train onto the train station.

"Is your Mum picking us up or what?" she asked him.

Draco recoiled. "She's not home yet, I think she's still in London for the day so I think she'll be home in the afternoon."

He replied in a short tone. Hermione sensed a bit of annoyance in Draco's voice.

"One of the house drivers, Anne is coming for us."

Draco and Hermione sat down at a bench wafting for an hour. Neither spoke a word. About an hour later, a old soft looking women came to pick them up, and to Hermione's surprise, Draco referred to her as Nana. Hermione suspected that Nana was one of Draco's old nannies.

About fourty minutes later, they finally arrived at the Malfoy Manor. Hermione gasped. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. The Malfoy Manor was about a hundred times bigger than her own home back in London.

It was a beautiful Tudor style mansion, with miles and miles of green grass, and near the back Hermione spotted a horse stable, a tennis court, and a pool. But since it was snowing, Hermione knew there wasn't going to be swimming of any sorts going on. Before Hemione could get out of the car, Draco miraculously opened the door for her. Hermione blushed and got out.

Hermione walked into the door, not knowing what the future days would bring.