A/n: ok NOW its chapter 10. yay!

The dining room was tense the next morning. Hermione did not look up from her oatmeal. Draco just let his fork wander around his plate. Narcissa sat stiffly away from Draco and Hermione. "Draco, the suspense is killing me," Hermione whispered as she looked at Draco from the corner of her eye.

"I know. I didn't expect mother to explode and then hold a grudge," Draco whispered back.

"Draco," Narcissa said firmly from her seat. Both Draco and Hermione straightened at the sound of her voice. Draco turned to his mother slightly and nodded. "Draco there is a Christmas ball being held at your dear friend Blaise Zabini's home."

"Okay...and," Draco said with a blank expression.

Narcissa was quite taken aback by her son's tone to her. "And," she begun, "Since your father isn't around, it would be inappropriate for me to go alone."

Draco looked at Narcissa and said, "Mother, I was going whether or not you wanted me to go with you or not. I was going to go with Hermione and-" He was cut off by Narcissa.

"She is not going."

Draco's face fell and Hermione looked back down at her oatmeal. "I don't think you have a say in that," Draco snapped.

"Don't you dare get that tone with me," Narcissa hissed. "Draco, if you take her to that ball you will ruin the Malfoy reputation!"

By this time, both Draco and Narcissa were out of their seats. "I don't care anymore!"

"You don't seem to care about anything do you!"

Hermione stayed silent in her seat and shook. After Narcissa spoke, Hermione raced out of her seat and ran upstairs to her room.

"Do you see what you did mother," Draco yelled. he left the dining room and went straight to Hermione's room. Inside, Hermione was not in her sleeping chambers but her bathroom door was open and a stream began to pour out. He looked through the door and knocked twice. "Hermione? Are you ok," he asked.

The silver and marble bathroom was fogged with steam and on the black marble counter was Hermione's Mary Jane's. "Hermione," Draco called again. He walked further into the bathroom and found Hermione's white button-up shirt on the floor.

Draco smirked and came to the main source of the steam. The large silver bathtub was filled with hot water. Draco leaned on the wall closest to him and watched Hermione undress for her shower.

"I still don't understand WHY you brought me here Draco," she said without looking at him.

"I didn't want to leave you. Plus, I thought this would be a great way to spend our first holidays together," he replied simply.

"With your mother?!"

Draco shrugged. "I didn't expect this to happen. I was expecting her to get a little upset and get over it because I thought she would accept the fact that I love you. I guess not..." He watched Hermione slowly got into the steaming pool of water. "You just need to relax?" Hermione let out a breath and nodded as her eyes closed. Draco walked over to her and stuck his hands in his pocket. He bent down and kissed her forehead. "Let me know when your ready to come out." With that said, he turned away and walked out the bathroom.

Draco left Hermione's room and went back to the dining room where his mother had still sat. She peered at him and said, "I just don't understand you anymore. You were perfect. My only child. You were going to follow in your father's footsteps but look at you now. In love with a mudblood."

Angered, Draco had yelled, "You shall say nothing to insult Hermione. And don't lie to me mother! I was NOT your only child. You have lied to me for so long and now that I know the truth I don't think I can even trust you anymore!"

Narcissa did not change her facial expression. She continued to peer at her son from the corner of her eye. "Lie? I have never lied to you my son."

"More lies! If you speak the truth, then who is Virginia Narcissa Malfoy? Hermione had found out about her in a textbook at school. At school!"

Narcissa no longer peered. She stared at the gleaming black dining table. "Draco you must let me explain," she said softly.

"Why? So you can lie to me more," Draco said loudly.

Narcissa bit her lip. She did not want to tell Draco the truth but she didn't want to lie to him neither.

Draco noticed how his mother pondered what she should do. He sighed. "Hermione had dreams about her. Virginia. At school she would wake up screaming because of her. She knew her when she was small."

Narcissa gasped. They gave her to muggles? "Really," she whispered.

"Yes and I want to know more. It was difficult for Hermione to find out what these dreams mean. She doesn't even remember who Virginia is. I'm sure she still doesn't know what the dreams meant. She has something of hers and she's afraid of what will happen if it gets back in her hands."

Thinking, Narcissa tried to remember what it was she and Lucius had given her when they were giving her to the wizards orphanage.

"You know what I'm talking about. Don't you mother?" Draco said. Narcissa stayed silent. He stared at her for a long time before he decided to leave to his room.

Again, Narcissa sat alone in the dining room. She had forgotten of the ring she had given her daughter so long ago. She didn't even know she was alive. What mother am I to leave my only daughter to an orphanage and have her sent to live with muggles. The horror of her growing up without knowing of the power she possesses. Yet, that was the point of leaving her. Heaven knows what she can do now.

Narcissa held her head in her hands and cried alone in the dining room.

In Draco's bedroom, he lied on his bed and stared at the ceiling. He was upset with his parents for keeping Virginia from him but he couldn't help but feel sympathy for his mother. It must've been hard on her to leave her only daughter while she's still an infant. Or was she so coldhearted that she didn't care? He didn't know.

Later, Hermione came knocking at his door. She walked in and sat on his bed. "I heard you and your mother speaking earlier. I didn't mean to eavesdrop but it was difficult to block it out," she said when Draco lied back down. "Are you still going to Blaise's ball or are you going to do something else?"

"We're going. I want to take you shopping for your gown but I have to meet up with Blaise tomorrow."

Hermione furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "What do you need to meet up with Blaise for," she asked.

"It's nothing really. Blaise just wants to show me something."

Unsure, Hermione nodded. "Alright. Then how will I be getting my dress? I could always wear something I have."

"Nonsense. Look, as much as I don't want to, I'll have you go shopping with my mother. She can take you to the shops where they have the best ball gowns you can imagine."

Hermione didn't care about gowns. She didn't even want to go to this ball. She just wanted to spend time with Draco without interruptions. "Ok. Err...When am I going again?"

"Tomorrow," he answered.

Shit! Hermione thought. She pulled on her best, fake smile and said, "Great. Great. Well I just wanted to know. I'll see you later Draco." She stood up and went back to her room. She jumped onto her bed and screamed into the pillow. A day with Narcissa Malfoy. Oh the horror! I hope we don't get anything to eat so she can poison me. Shit, shit, shit!

Hermione thought. She pulled on her best, fake smile and said, "Great. Great. Well I just wanted to know. I'll see you later Draco." She stood up and went back to her room. She jumped onto her bed and screamed into the pillow.

A/N: More apologies of the long wait. SORRY! r&r plzzz