A/n: I'm so sorry I haven't updated in forever. My mum got really sick, and we found out she had breast cancer. It was really hard for me, so I haven't been in the best of moods. But, she's been feeling better, and I decided to write a nice, gooey, sappy, Draco/Hermione and Blaise/Ginny chappy because they're going to Hogsmeade together and…well…yeah…

The Letter and Hogsmeade

"Mione!" Hermione heard Ginny call from behind her. She turned, but before she could act, Ginny grabbed her arm and pulled her in the direction of the Gryffindor girls' dormitories.

"Ginny, stop running, and tell me what the bloody hell you want!" she screamed, wrenching her arm free of Ginny's grip. They were next to Ginny's bed.

"At brekkie, Ron came at me and Blaise, and tried to make me eat with him, and go to chrimbo hols with him, and I said no, and I hexed him, and Blaise put a Shield Charm around us and he asked me to Hogsmeade and to be his girlfriend and I said yes and we kissed, and made Ron explode!" she said, all in one breath.

Fortunately for Hermione, she spoke girl. "That's so great! But the Hogsmeade trip is at noon!"

"I know! What am I going to wear? That's why you're here."

Hermione sighed. This was going to be a long three hours.

XOxoXOxo

"Blaise, mate, where've you been?" asked Draco, lounging on the Head commons' sofa.

"Asking Ginny out," he said in a daze, plopping down next to Draco.

"Good for you," said Draco, clapping his mate on the back, "I knew you had it in you."

"But, we're going out during Hogsmeade."

"So?"

"It's in…chit, three hours! What are we going to do there?"

"Take her wherever she wants to go. In every store. Poke fun at everything. Make her laugh. The Three Broomsticks, the ice cream place," he said, thinking carefully.

"Yeah, thanks, Drake," said Blaise, beaming, his eyes closing contently.

"No, don't wear that jumper!" said Hermione. "Aunt Marge gave that one to you because it clashes terribly with your hair."

"Right," said Ginny, throwing the pink jumper back into her closet. She was wearing nice, black jeans, black and white flats and a soft green shirt. All she needed was a jumper. Her hair was piled at the top of her head, and her eyeliner showed off her chocolate eyes.

"What about that white one I got you two Christmas's ago?" asked Hermione.

"Life saver!" breathed Ginny, pulling it out of her closet. She put it on, and admired herself in the mirror.

"Stunning," her reflection said back at her, looking her up and down.

"And that only took…two and a half hours. Whoopee," said Hermione sarcastically.

"Hey, Mione, how come Draco calls you Mia (A/n: btw, this is pronounced Maya, in case you didn't realise) and everyone else calls you Mione?"

"I never really noticed. He's always called me that."

"I know, but no one else does. He fancies you, you know."

"Draco? No. We've been friends for forever."

"Denial," cooed Ginny softly, but sighed in defeat. "Fine. Think what you want."

XOxoXOxo

"Draco," called Hermione. He turned, smiling automatically at her angelic face.

"Hey, Mia. How's Ginny?"

"Dreadful. It took her two and a half hours to find the right outfit. Sheer torture for me."

Draco laughed. "Blaise was the same. I told him he looked fine, but he locked himself in our loo, fixing his hair. When he came back out, his hair was completely gelled back. I was laughing so hard that he finally came to his senses and fixed it. But he was an honest mess. It was hilarious."

"I laugh at other peoples' misery," she smiled, "it's fun."

"I agree. So, because Ginny and Blaise are going to be all gooey and stuff, do you want to walk around Hogsmeade with me?" asked Draco casually, hands in his pockets.

Hermione smiled. "Sure. We can spy on them, and make sure no one bothers them. Merlin knows they need to be by themselves, not surrounded by Harry and Ron all the time. I can't believe the Weasley's are taking it so badly. It's not like them to hold grudges like this."

"Mione," Blaise called from the Entrance Hall, "you got a letter in the post this morning. Forgot to give it to you. Here." Blaise handed her a rolled up piece of parchment.

"Thanks, Blaise," she said, and started to open it. Blaise left back towards a beaming Ginny, grabbed her hand, and started towards the carriages.

Mione,

It's so lovely that you've patched things up with DDraco. He's a loovely boy. I cann't wait to see you. You're fatther and I have missed you so much.

The details of the divorcce are coomming togeether. I'm sorry we couldn't tell you in person. I hope you're having a lovely time at school.

We'd love to see you, even if it's for only two days. We'll have our own little Christmas. I hope you have fun at the Malfoy's.

Lots of love,

Mum

Her brow creased in concentration. There were double letters where there shouldn't be. Her mother was an English teacher. She pulled a muggle pen from her pocket. Draco watched her, confused at what she was doing, and what she was doing it with.

On the bottom of the parchment. She wrote down all the letters that were doubled in a word where they shouldn't be.

Dontcome

She gasped. Her parents had been forced to write the letter. They tried to send her a message through the one they were forced to write. Her eyes started to water.

"Mia, what's wrong?" he asked, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

"We—have to—go see—Dumbledore," she said between uneven breaths.

"Why? What's wrong?"

She could barely breathe, let alone talk. He took her hand and led her to the Headmaster's office, worry evident on his face. They even passed Harry and Ron, who looked aghast at the fact he was worried for her. She looked like she was having an asthma attack, and she had gotten over that even since she had discovered the magical world.

"Mia, you have to breathe," he whispered in her ear, "because you're scaring me. We're almost there. Come on."

She started to take deep breaths, and her sobbing started to slow. She gained control of her breathing again just as they were at gargoyles.

"Damn…Acid Pops?"

The gargoyles didn't move, though they seemed to be shaking silently in laughter.

"Jolly ranchers?" she whispered, and the gargoyles jumped aside. "Muggle candy," she told Draco who looked just as confused when she pulled out the muggle pen.

"Ah, Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger. How are you on this fine Saturday afternoon?" said Dumbledore after they knocked on the door and swung open.

"My parents," Hermione said, her voice betraying her as it shook. She handed him the letter. "I think they've been kidnapped."

He read the letter quickly, as well as the solution on the bottom.

"I see," he said quietly. "I will put all available Order members on it. They'll monitor your house and your brother, just in case they decide to go after him."

"Who, exactly, is 'they'?"

"I don't know. But we'll find out," said the old man, patting her shoulder gingerly.

"Sir," said Draco, looking at his shoes, "I might know who they are."

Dumbledore said nothing, but looked intently at the intimidated boy.

"The…the remaining Death Eaters, I heard had a plan. They said, if all else failed and the Dark—Voldemort was defeated, they would have a back-up plan."

"Go after the brains of the Trio," Dumbledore whispered, realisation flooding his shining eyes.

"Yes." Draco turned to Hermione, who was just staring in shock. "I meant to tell you, I swear I did, but I didn't want you to think it was all a ruse, so I had to gain your trust again. Ted and Blaise know, because they were with me, but I swear, I had nothing to do with this."

She said nothing. She thought for the excruciatingly long two minutes it was before she spoke.

"I don't blame you. Thank you for telling me now," and she threw her arms around him, and sobbed into his chest.

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as Draco wrapped his arms around her slim waist.

"You might want to get a move on," he said, "You'll miss the carriages."

Blaise and Ginny were at the ice cream place in Hogsmeade, eating their choice of snack.

"Don't put your disgusting choice of ice cream near mine!" Ginny joked.

"What?! Strawberry is way better then chocolate chip cookie dough!" he defended, looking taken aback.

"Nah-uh! I bet you've never even tasted chocolate chip cookie dough."

"Okay, you got me. But I bet you've never tasted strawberry either!"

"No, I haven't, and I don't plan on it."

"If you taste mine, I'll taste yours."

"Deal."

They each took a spoon, scooped a small bit of the other's ice cream onto it, and put it slowly into their mouths.

"Wow," said Blaise, shocked. "It tastes bloody fantastic!"

"Yeah, so does strawberry," she said, still stunned.

They took one look at each other, and switched bowls. They laughed, and Blaise planted a chaste kiss to her lips.

The ice cream lay melting in their bowls, long forgotten.

XOxoXOxo

"Are you sure you want to go?" asked Draco for the hundredth time.

"Crying in my room won't help. Going out there and trying to save them myself won't help. There's nothing I can do. Yes, I want to go to Hogsmeade with you, unless you don't. If you don't, get out now," she said, holding open the door of the carriage.

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

She smiled softly, closing the door of the carriage. "Thanks, Draco."

He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, and, against his better judgement, looked into her smouldering eyes. They looked up at him with so much adoration, he couldn't help himself. He lowered his lips to hers, and planted a soft kiss to her lips.

And she wrapped her arms around his waist and deepened the kiss, never wanting to let him go.

And Hermione realised at that moment, that no matter how many Death Eaters were after her, as long as he was beside her, everything would be great. Fan-bloody-tastic.

A/n: Yay. Done. You like? Review please; they make me hyper and happy.

Salut !