A/N: Okay; Draco and Hermione have visited Blaise in hospital and Hermione is over the moon knowing that her best friend, Ginny, is having a baby girl.

--

Draco and Hermione awoke around 10am on Christmas day after having a late night on Christmas Eve.

True to his word, Draco had spent all of Christmas Eve spoiling his girlfriend with gifts which included jewellery, clothes, some expensive spell books and a beautiful lunch at an exquisite restaurant in Paris.

As Hermione thought of the previous days' events, she thanked the lord that she was a witch and that she could floo. Otherwise she and Draco would not have had such a beautiful lunch and shopping spree in Paris where they spent a very small, but still large, amount of the Malfoy fortune of which Draco inherited.

She rolled over to face Draco to find that he was already awake and looking into her chestnut brown eyes.

"Hey baby!" he said, "Sleep well?"

"Mm hm," Hermione nodded as she leaned in to kiss her beau on the lips. "Merry Christmas!" she said.

"Merry Christmas, babe." was his reply. "Do you want your present now? Or later?" he asked.

"Ummmm, later! Save the best for last!" Hermione said cheerfully as she bounced out of bed and into her private bathroom where she brushed her teeth and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. She grabbed a tissue to wipe the smudged eyeliner from last night away from her eyes and it was then that she felt her boyfriend snake his arms around her waist and pull her towards his near-naked body.

She could feel his 'package' against the small of her back and was thankful that he had his black silk boxers on to cover what she knew she would be tempted to play with if she saw it.

Draco began to kiss her neck and nibble on the lobe of her ear, and Hermione pushed him away – playfully, of course.

"Baby not now! It's Christmas! Lets go downstairs and see what we got!"

"What's to see? I'm here! You got me for Christmas and the rest of your life, gorgeous!"

Hermione giggled. "Well if I have you for the rest of my life, what's the rush in playing with you right this instant?"

"Because I'm so desirable and you know you want me and you can't resist me..."

"Goes to show how much you know doesn't it, Drakie-Poo?" Hermione asked, poking her tongue out. She knew how much he hated that nickname; it was what Pansy always called him.

She knew she had hit a nerve when he released her from his grip; her only option was to run and run fast. She made her move within a split second of his release and she swiftly moved from the bathroom into her bedroom. She was just about to run past her bed when she felt him close behind her. He pushed her softly onto the bed and sat on top of her pelvis, pinning her arms above her head.

"What did you call me?" he asked.

'Oh, shit!' Hermione thought, 'now I'm going to lose this.'

"Drakie-Poo," she whispered, panting and out of breath.

"What did you say?" he asked once again.

"Drakie-Poo," she screamed.

"That's it!" he cried, leaning in and planting a kiss on Hermione's lips. She tried to turn her head away but, like he said, she couldn't resist him. Not for long, anyway.

"Damn, Drake! You always win!" she said, in between kisses.

"I know," he said, "it's because I'm so impossibly good-looking!"

--

The two walked downstairs, in their pajamas, around 45 minutes later. Draco had gotten his own way, once again. Hermione's parents were used to seeing her walking down to breakfast in her tiny, silk boxer shorts and tight-fitting tank-top. They were only just used to seeing the gorgeous man candy that now walked down with her in his white or black wifebeater shirt and his silk black boxers.

Her father tried hard not to watch Hermione with Draco when she was in such skimpy clothes around him. He was quite aware of the fact that his daughter was now nearly of-age but he didn't want to let her go. Seeing her wearing clothes like that, even if they were pajamas, around a teenage boy frightened him. To him she was always Daddy's Little Girl, but now she was growing up – fast – and her father wasn't the only main man in her life anymore.

Mr. Granger never felt this way about Ron because Ron wasn't as mature as Draco was. It was also different because he had known Ron since Hermione was 11; he had only just met Draco.

Don't get him wrong, Mr. Granger liked Draco very much; he cared for him like he would care for a son of his own. In just a few short days, Mr. Granger had come to like Draco a lot; he seemed like the perfect man for his daughter. He still had to remain a little skeptical though, no one could be that perfect, could they?

--

Draco was always slightly uncomfortable around Hermione's father, Graeme. He felt like he was always been watched and like notes were always being taken down about his every action and word.

He knew this wasn't true. It was just a protective father looking out for his daughter. Aside from that, when Hermione wasn't around, Draco and Graeme got on famously; like a father and son. In fact, while Hermione was showering, Draco had heard her mum, Diane make a comment about how well they got along. To which Graeme replied, "he's like the son I never had."

--

Hermione sat down at the breakfast table. Her father always sat at the head of the table on one side, her mother on the opposite and she always sat in the middle. Now Draco was seated opposite her. She liked this arrangement; she could play footsies with him and stare into his eyes and have a normal conversation all over dinner.

She thought this was the best Christmas of all. She was with the 3 people she loved most in this world; 1 of the people she wanted to marry and have children with, the other 2 the people she looked up most to in this world. She also got to show Draco the ropes of a Granger family Christmas.

Over breakfast, Hermione filled Draco in on what they would do for the day.

"Ever since I became a teenager, we always slept in and then got up and had breakfast before we opened our presents. When I was little, we just got up and I would tear into them," she smiled, remembering all of those Christmas' fondly. "Then," she continued, "we have a relaxing day, well not mum and dad, they cook the Christmas dinner. My aunts and uncles and cousins all come over for dinner. You'll get to meet them all!" she said excitedly. Introducing Draco to everyone just made their love feel so much more real to Hermione. No one ever really knew Viktor, only her friends and the only people that knew Ron were her friends and parents.

--

When breakfast was finished, Graeme, Diane, Hermione and Draco all made their way over to the family Christmas tree which was placed in the large, but still warm, family room.

Underneath the trees were a huge bundle of presents; mainly for Hermione, Draco noticed. Draco felt a little out of place with the Granger's. They were such a cosy, loving family. The complete opposite of his own, now torn-apart, family, but somehow he was happy; he felt content.

His mother was dead, his father had no soul and he had no family. But somehow he was happy. Somehow everything was right.