A/N: Finally! I got another chapter up!

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"I know I'm with you 'Mione, but he just shits me. I know you love me, but he was your best friend for so many years and then he was your boyfriend… and you know how they say your first love never really dies?"

"Oh trust me Drake, this love is so dead." Hermione said serious as ever to Draco, who burst out laughing at the remark.

"Drake? What? What's so funny?"

"Just the way you said it."

"How'd I say it?" Hermione queried.

"Oh trust me Drake, this love is so dead." Draco imitated.

"Well yeah I guess that does sound pretty funny."

"Hell yeah. You sounded like one of those chicks out of a teenage American film."

"Oh god, please don't say that!?" Hermione cried, insulted. She hated the way those girls sounded. They sounded like bimbos and Hermione liked to think that she was quite intelligent, and that she was not a bimbo.

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Draco stayed up later than Hermione that night. He just kept re-reading the letter that Ron had left for Hermione.

He didn't understand why Ron was trying to get back into Hermione's life. After all he had done. After everything that had happened. After all the time that's gone past.

He also didn't know why it was bothering him so much. He trusted Hermione. It was just the Weasel he didn't trust. He knew Hermione loved him. He knew she was his. But he just kept reading the letter. Over and over again. If he was asked, he could probably recite it.

'Hermione,

I am so sorry for everything that's happened between us. I honestly never meant for things to turn out this way.

I'm not just saying this because of Ginny. I really do mean it.

I loved you, and still do.

But that means nothing now because you're with Him.

And you have made it quite clear that His the one you want.

I want you to know, I am always going to be here for you 'Mione.

I miss you,

And love you.

Love always,

Your Ron xx'

Draco, after reading it for what seemed to be the hundredth time, screwed up the letter and threw it at the wall.

"She's my girlfriend. She loves me. She doesn't want him," he repeated to himself as he made his way to the bedroom. He slipped off his clothes, and slid into his silky green boxers and climbed into bed with Hermione.

"I love you babe," he whispered into her ear. She was asleep, and he knew it, but it was still comforting to know that he could say it, and know that she feels the same way.

'I'm never gonna let her go.' He thought to himself as he drifted off to sleep.

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A few hours later, Hermione heard the bed sheets ruffle, and Draco leave. She had a fair idea of where he was going, and was determined to stop it. She owed it to Ginny. She could not let Ron break his promise to his little sister, and her best friend.

Hermione jumped out of bed and put her slippers and dressing gown on, just as Draco had done only minutes earlier.

"Draco if you think that you're going to go beat the crap out of Ronald over that letter, you have another think coming! I'm not gonna let you do this to Ginny!"

Hermione left her room and walked out into the common room.

"Shit, 'Mione." Draco said, "Get back into bed. I wanted this to be a surprise."

Hermione was astounded. She knew that Draco was generous with his money, but damn… there were a lot of presents under that tree and she was pretty sure that it wasn't Santa who had put them there.

"Drake… are these all for me?" Hermione asked, wide-eyed like a child discovering their presents of a Christmas morning.

"Well not all of them, but most are… you ruined the surprise!"

"I'm sorry babe, but wow, you really like Christmas I'm guessing?"

"Well I thought I'd go 'all out' for my first Christmas…" Draco replied, smiley proudly at the presents underneath the tree that he was kneeling in front of.

"Your first? Did you say it was your first Christmas?"

"Yeah."

"What about with you family?"

"I wouldn't call me, my mother and father a family. We were far from that. I loved my mother dearly. But my father… god, my father…"

"So you never celebrated Christmas?"

"My father did. 'Lavished himself with gifts. All the time, but even more so on Christmas. My mother and I got nothing. Wait - that's not true. We may've copped a beating or two, but never any love, presents or Christmas feastings'."

"Babe, I feel for you. I really do. I know what Christmas is like for kids and I feel so bad that you missed out on all that. I'm gonna try and do my best to make tomorrow, or today, perfect for you. I really am."

"Well you know what would help make things perfect for me?" Draco smiled

"What?" Hermione smiled coyly, she knew what he was about to say. She just wanted him to say it.

"If you get your sexy little ass back to bed so I can finish your surprise, which you have already partly ruined thanks to your running imagination!"

"Okay. Not what I was expecting you to say, but okay I'll go."

Hermione went over and kissed her boyfriend on the cheek.

"Goodnight, again." She smiled.

"I know what you were thinking. You dirty girl. Goodnight." He smiled and continued going about his surprise.

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Hermione awoke to the smell of bacon…. Eggs and bacon.

She moved around in her bed, stretching out and noticing that Draco wasn't there.

She heard her bedroom door open and saw a figure move towards the window, opening the curtains and letting the sun shine in. Hermione rolled over and took in the time that was on her alarm clock. 8:45 it read.

"Rise and shine, honey," Draco said, leaning down to kiss Hermione.

He smirked.

"Santa's been!" He said, smiling the widest smile Hermione had ever seen. She giggled.

Hermione got out of bed and put on her robe and slippers. She followed Draco out into the common room, where she saw a feast of eggs, bacon and sausages awaiting her at the table and a tree with about 50 presents underneath.

"He sure has," she replied, smiling at her boyfriend, who looked very pleased with himself and his efforts as he surveyed the room.

He led her over the table so the two could eat their breakfast. Hermione saw a scrunched up piece of paper on the floor beside one of the dining tables chairs. When Draco went to go and get the two of them a drink each, she knelt down beside it and picked the letter up. She unscrunched it and saw that it was letter from Ron.

"Honey, what are you doing down there?" Draco asked, seeing his girlfriend kneeling down on the floor.

"Oh nothing, I just thought I got something stuck on the bottom of my foot," she lied. She knew better than to bring the topic of Ron's letter back up. She threw the letter underneath the desk and sat on her chair.

When Draco walked back over and placed the drinks on the table, Hermione said,

"you know I love you more than anything, don't you babe?"

"Of course I do babe. I love you too. Now lets dig in," he said, rubbing his hands together at the thought of the food that he had sent the elves off to get.

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Hermione was sitting on the couch, across from her Christmas tree. Apparently Draco had arranged for some surprise visitors to come over for the unwrapping of presents. Hermione was anxious to know who they were.

Finally, a knock at the dormitory door. Draco opened it, Hermione heard voices.

"Oh my god," she said to herself. She turned around to see who was entering the dormitory.

"Ginny!" she cried, running to her best friend, "I've missed you so much!"

Blaise came in followed by Draco, who was cradling Shannae in his arms. Shannae was wrapped in a pink blanket, with little blue teddy bears on it. She was sleeping.

"Hey," Draco said to Hermione, "look whos here!" he said, referring to the baby.

He knew Hermione would be puzzled as to why he had invited them over. But he didn't want them to miss it. Draco couldn't hold on any longer. He wanted his best friend and Hermione's best friend to be here, for one of the most important things he'll ever do in his life.

'Stuff the ball, I have to do it now,' he thought.