A/N: Its been ages! So sorry guys! My computer effed up on me and its taken me til now to get a new one! You know how my sister was having a baby!? She had a little boy on July 1st! My very first nephew!! His name is Michael Zachary! He's very cute and I call him "Little Man." If you want to, you can go to my myspace, add me as a friend and you can view photos of myself and me and the baby!

Okay so here we go… it was nearly time for the futuristic ball… who am I kidding? Its time for the ball, like, now!... well soon! Christmas comes first!

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It was Christmas Eve and Hermione and Draco had spent the day organising the Great Hall with Christmas decorations for the Hogwarts students that had decided to stay for the holidays. Surprisingly, there was a whole lot more than normal staying, and some returning the day after Christmas, so they could attend the futuristic-themed New Years Ball.

Hermione was helping some third year students decorate one of the Christmas trees in the corner of the Great Hall, coincendtly; Ron was also helping decorate that same tree.

She could feel his eyes, burning into her when she had her back turned to him. When she was facing him, she could see him trying to catch her eye. All he did was stare at her. She had the feeling that if Draco was watching, he would not be happy about this.

Draco was watching, but he wasn't mad about anything. He was pleased, satisfied in fact, that his girlfriend was ignoring her once best friend.

'Oh, how things change…' he thought to himself. He never could imagine the day where Hermione would turn her back on one of her closest friends; but she had and Draco couldn't be happier. She was his, no longer the red-haired Weasles and that made Draco happier beyond belief.

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"Look Ronald, if you have something to say, just say it. I'm sick of you staring at me." Hermione said, with a frustrated tone.

'She's gone back to calling me Ronald…' Ron thought to himself.

"It's Christmas, Hermione. Do you remember this time last year? You were with me. Not Him. Why Him 'Mione? Why did you choose him?"

Hermione could see the tears welling up in the corner of his eyes. Even though she hated Ron, she hated seeing him like this. He was her best friend for so long, and her first proper boyfriend. She wasn't going to budge. She wasn't going to give him an answer. He didn't deserve one. Not after the way he had treated her.

"Choose him? I did not choose Him. I fell for Him. Just the way you fell for Hannah."

Ron looked down at his feet, obviously trying to hide the emotions that were appearing on his face. Students standing around the two, now began to watch enthusiastically.

"What? You regretting your decision or something, Weasley?" asked Draco, butting into the conversation. "I'm sorry, well I'm not really, but she is with me now."

Ron looked up from the floor, looked from Hermione to Draco, and then back at Hermione.

"You've changed 'Mione. I never thought you of all people would become like this." Ron then turned and started walking out of the Great Hall."

"Yeah, have a great Christmas," Draco called after him, "you stupid git," he muttered under his breath.

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Hermione and Draco had just got back from dinner and were sitting on the couch in their common room, when there was a tapping sound against the window. It was an owl. The Weasley's owl. Hermione ran to the window excitedly. She had been waiting a while for a reply from Ginny; she was hoping this would be it.

It was.

'Hey Mione,

Things sound great! The Ball is going to be amazing… so don't stress about it!'

-Hermione smiled, Ginny knew her too well!

'I know you will be. I was hoping I'd be able to come. I know you said I could, but I think Blaise is pretty hesitant about leaving Shannae behind! Mum has offered to have her, and we said we would think about it… but it may be too early to leave her behind. She is the world to us… we miss every moment without her. It sounds so corny, but it's true!

Maybe we could bring her. I have to show her off to everyone! And I know McGonaggall is dying to see her! Well we still have a week to decide… and if we do come, there's still plenty of time for me to get a dress!

How are you and Draco going? You both looked so happy the last time I saw you.

Christmas Day tomorrow… we're going to mum's house. She's even invited the Zabini's over. She really wants to make a go of this with them. I hope they come, she really wants to impress them. She shouldn't have to. They should just accept us, but hey, what can you expect from them?

Shannae's first Christmas. It's all so exciting. Blaise and I have been buying everyone presents, and it's so much fun to shop for babies.

I hope you like what we got you and Drake.

Hope to hear from you soon,

Love always,

Ginny xx'

"Was that from Ginny?" Draco asked. He had watched Hermione's face as she read the letter. She had smiled, bit down on her lip, looked confused and then anxious. He knew she missed her best friend and would want to reply to her as soon as possible.

"Yeah, she said her and Blaise may come to the ball. They just are kinda weird about leaving Shannae behind."

"Tell them to bring her. I want to see her again, and I know you do. Besides, there's heaps of people here that want to meet her. It'll be fine.

"You think? I want them to have a good time and not be worried about her."

"Well tell them to bring her then!" Draco said… he wondered if Hermione had even listened to what he had said the first time.

"Yeah, she said that in the letter. That maybe they would bring them. Yeah, I think it's a good idea. I'll tell her to."

Hermione set out to reply to the letter she had just received. She sat down at the desk, which was a complete mess with plans for the ball and homework scattered everywhere. She looked for some clean parchment to write her reply on and has she was looking for some, she came across an envelope with her name on it. She recognised the writing, but couldn't put her finger on who it belonged to.

She opened the envelope up and tiny little silver and red love hearts fell out. There were hundreds.

"Draco, did you write this?" she asked, before opening up the letter.

"Write what, babe?" he asked.

"This," she replied, as she opened up the letter.

Her jaw dropped when she saw who it was from, and clearly knew that she had made a mistake asking if it was Draco who wrote it.

Draco peered over her shoulder at the letter and the tiny little hearts that had floated on to the desk, the floor and into Hermione's lap.

"He is so fucking dead." Draco said, with a tone that told Hermione that he wasn't joking. He bolted for the dormitory door.

"Draco, wait." She cried out, still grasping the letter while chasing after him.

Hermione caught up to him, just before he caught to the door. She jumped in front of him, which also prevented him from opening up the door and making an exit.

"You didn't even read the letter!" she cried at him once she reached him.

"I don't need to. You know his trying to cause shit. This always happens. Why can't he just let go. It shits me. He just just fuck off and leave you alone."

"Draco, calm down. Read it. He is as good as dead to me. Don't let it bother you. I'm with you, not him. Remember that."

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Christmas is on it's way… how will Hermione and Draco's first Christmas as a couple go…? What did the letter say!?