"I interrupted something didn't I?" Blaise had walked into the bedroom and looked from Draco to Hermione and back again. Hermione was lying across the bed pouting slighting; while Draco was sitting shirtless on the edge a very disgruntled look on his face. "Sorry."

"You're going to be" Draco said darkly.

"Sorry I didn't send an owl, I just had to get out of that house. My mother, I swear she does everything humanly possible to make my life a living hell."

"Match making season again?"

"Yes. Her idea of a perfect match for me is a wild pig with curly black hair."

"So you decided to ruin two more people days then huh?" Draco glared at Blaise.

"Draco," Hermione playfully hit Draco's shoulder.

"What?" She gave him a stern look.

Draco and Hermione sat across from each other at the dining table, Blaise sitting to Draco's right. There had been nearly 20 minutes of silence as they ate their way through the first two courses of lunch. Narcissa and Lucius had returned home to nearly completely ignore Hermione. They had taken the heads of the table, starring unamused down at Hermione. It was clear that they had not expected her to actually visit.

"So, Miss Granger." Narcissa stopped cutting her roasted potato and looked toward Hermione. "What do you plan to do after school?"

"I want to work at the Ministry of Magic, doing work for magical creature liberation."

"Interesting" Narcissa replied, not sounding interested at all.

Silence fell again. Draco smiled at her across the table. The final course had arrived.

"So Blaise how is your mother?" Narcissa asked.

"She is doing well Mrs. Malfoy. She has just completed the remodelling of the library actually."

Hermione smiled to herself as she ate he dessert. Blaise's whole air changed while he was talking to Parents, he was completely different when he was with people his own age. Draco did exactly the same thing. Aristocratic wizards, she thought to herself. They finished their desserts quickly to get out of the awkward situation.

Hermione was sitting at a tea table under an oak tree in the grounds of Malfoy Manor. She had been reading for an hour, waiting for Draco to finish his "meeting" with his parents. Blaise was lying on the ground beside her starring up at the sky. Occasionally he would turn or stretch but didn't talk so he wouldn't interrupt Hermione. She had found herself liking Blaise more and more.

Blaise sat up looking toward the back door of the manor; Hermione turned around in her chair to see Draco walking through the back yard. His face was angry and his eyes cold, he was running his hands through his hair. Hermione stood placing the book lightly on the table.

"What happened?" Blaise asked.

"My father happened." Draco pulled Hermione into a hug and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "He just made it very clear that the meeting was only for show and that he 'in no way approves of this union.' He has basically bullied my mother into following his views."

"So what do we do?" Hermione asked looking up at Draco.

"We rub it in his face." He smirked.

Draco was leading Hermione through the hallway; he smiled at her over his shoulder. Despite himself he was nervous. He was about to sleep next to his girlfriend for the first time. This was stupid; he could sleep with her with no issue but would get nervous at the thought of sleeping next to her. He led her into his bedroom. She pulled out her pyjamas from her bag and walked into the bathroom leading off the main room.

Draco sat on the end of his bed, flipping his shoes off his feet. Resting his elbows on his knees he began to run his hands through his hair. His father really was a piece of work. His mother had been supportive of his relationship with Hermione. Now she would barely look at her, let alone talk to her. 40 minutes of nothing but the sound of clinking knives and forks on plates and throat clearing.

He turned his head when he heard the bathroom door open. Her hair was damp and hanging down around her shoulders. She was wearing a Gryffindor t-shirt and maroon shorts. Draco smiled.

"Now we both know that you need to take that off."

He lay in bed smiling to himself. Hermione was lying next to him under the black silk quilt completely nude. She had fallen asleep using his bare chest as a pillow. He brushed her hair out of her face. She was so beautiful. Who would have thought after all their fights and bickering they would end up together. He hadn't seen that coming. Seeing her tortured by his Aunt had definitely changed his view of the world. He immediately stopped smiling. Hermione stirred, he had been unknowingly running his fingers over her 'mudblood' scar.

"What's wrong?" she asked sleepily.

"Nothing" he lied.

She looked at him inquisitively. "Mhmm."

"Don't worry. Just go back to sleep." He kissed her on the top of the head, pulling him roughly into a hug.

"Draco, what's wrong. You look like someone died."

Draco grimaced. "I was just thinking about the last time you were here."

"Draco..." She didn't know what to say. They lay in silence.

"You should really go back to sleep" he finely said, his voice like gravel.

She sat up looking at him. "You know it wasn't your fault, don't you?" her face serious. "You didn't do anything."

"That's the problem. I did absolutely nothing." He was sitting up now too, not looking at her.

"Draco" she put her hands on the side of his face forcing him to look straight into her eyes. "You would have died."

"I might have been able to get you out safe before things went too bad..."

"You didn't have a choice. It was your life or mine. I'm glad you didn't step in..."

"You can't honestly believe that" he interrupted.

"Yes I do. If you didn't do what you did, you wouldn't be here now. I can't handle thinking about that."

She leant forward suddenly and kissed him roughly. Draco was suddenly very aware of how naked Hermione was. He pulled her onto his lap so she was half straddling him. His hands moving up her sides, her skin soft under his palms. She pushed him down onto the bed while keeping their lips connected. For someone who had been completely unexperienced sexually until a few hours before, she had amazing instincts.

Draco let himself become submissive. This was definitely a new side of him he thought. He had never been submissive in anything. Hermione willing took the controlling role, biting on his lower lip. Who would of thought that Hermione Granger would have been this sexual.

"Draco."

His eyes flicked open. Hermione was standing over him. Disappointingly she was dressed, ready for her day with the Malfoys.

"What's wrong" he said sitting up quickly.

"Nothing, nothing. I'm hungry, where is the kitchen?"

"Crawford" he said loudly. There was a crack and a tiny house elf appeared beside the bed.

"Yes Master" he squeaked bowing low enough for his nose to touch the floor.

"Bring some food for Hermione. She is hungry" Draco ordered.

"Yes Master" the elf squeaked again then disappeared with another crack.

Hermione looked over at Draco an annoyed expression on her face.

"What?" His eyebrows were raised.

"I could of made something myself. I am sure they have much more important things they need to be doing then get me food."

"It's their job."

Draco stood up, still naked from the night before. He crossed the small gap between them and pulled Hermione towards him. He bent down and kissed her neck softly.

"Besides, I don't want to share you with my parents just yet."

He kissed her neck again. Crack. Crawford was back but this time laden with bacon, eggs, toast, orange juice and a fruit platter. He placed the food on the desk beside them.

"Is there anything else sir?"

"No. That's all." Crack. Draco hadn't moved from his place at Hermione's neck.

"We should eat" Hermione whispered, barely able to make a sound.

"Are you sure you want to eat right now?" he said, his voice rough, biting her neck lightly.

"No." Draco smirked into her neck.