Dec. 24

Diary,

The past two days have been great. I get to spend time with Nan. She is the most amazing person I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. Yes Diary even more than Dumbledore. Its not to say that Dumbledore isn't the greatest wizard I have ever met. But Nan is the greatest witch I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. I have come to love her in the past 3 days. How can you not love her, and the fact that she loved my biological parents makes it a lot more easier on myself.

I did end up writing an owl to Dumbledore, and he wrote back saying that he knew all along and to have a good time. I laughed after reading it. It brought confused looks on Malfoy's and Blaise's faces. So I ended up laughing harder. Got called "Deranged" and "Off my Rocker", but the thing Diary is I didn't care. I loved the fact that Blaise had so easily accepted me into his family. I though at first that it was a sham, a ruse. But he genuinely loves me. How can I argue with that?

I also sent a owl to my family. I felt bad for not including them in my life. I explained where I was and told them that I wanted to get to know this family. The strangest thing is as I let go of the owl, I wanted to call it back. I didn't want to share this with them. Not by a letter, but in person. But it was too late. I still love my mom and dad very much. I still wait for their response.

Ron and Harry have demanded to know where I was, and demanded me to come to the Burrow right away. Typical. They still treat me like...well like...a girl. Oh I know if you could think right now Diary you would think that I am off my rocker too. I know I am a girl, but I am their best friend. I can take care of myself, but secretly Diary I love the attention they give me. And I think they know it too. They are my boys, and I love them fiercely. The only thing is I hope that understand what is going on between Malfoy and I.

Now my "Darling" fiance has been nothing but a beast. And I'm sure if you could laugh right now Diary you would! He is an insatiable boar. He thinks that Nan's home is his brothel, and like to take me anytime and ANYWHERE!! I can still feel my cheeks fire up over the last incident. He decides that he wants me now and here, so what does the idiot do? He takes me in the dining room. Yes, that's right, the DINING ROOM. It was almost dinner time, and we were almost finished (and I did try to stop him. I really did!) when who comes waltzing into the room? Nan. I couldn't believe the horror. We finished, I smacked him and ran out of the room. I couldn't believe the cad! But Diary, only Merlin knows why, I love the man.

I have yet to meet his mother, and apparently she is coming tonight since it the Christmas Eve. Am I nervous? Very. But I understand her need to come over. Nan says that since Lucius Malfoy was imprisoned after the Second War, Narcissa needs this even more. I suppose it could also be because Malfoy is here. Blaise's mom, Aunt Isabella, is also suppose to be coming from some Mediterranean country. Not sure which but she will be here until the 26th and then she is off. I am nervous about meeting her too.

But I....

Hermione then squeaked as she was lifted away from her journal. She heard her quill drop to the floor, and felt her body sail onto the bed.

"What the..?" She barely managed to mumble before she felt lips press against her. She pushed against the body. "Get off Malfoy!"

Draco looked up and leaned on an elbow beside her head. He ran a hand through her hair, bringing a handful to his mouth. Once he kissed it, he gave it a little tug. "Now why would I want to do that?"

Hermione struggled to get up. "Because I wasn't finished writing!"

Draco pouted. "But I want you."

Hermione managed to get up, but once again felt herself being tossed back onto the bed. This time she was laying on her stomach, and felt his body cover her back. She felt a shiver go down her spine, involuntary of course. "Your nothing but a randy bastard Malfoy. Let Me Up!"

Draco smiled and licked the shell of her ear, and felt her gave another shudder. "But you want it too, Granger. You want it just as much as I do."

"That may be Malfoy. But I don't want to do it every minute of every day!" She tried to push her body up, groaned when he grabbed both her hands and pulled them over her head and clasped them with one hand. She felt herself get wet. "Malfoy..."

"Hmm?" Was his response.

Hermione put her head into the pillow when he reached a hand into her pants. She mentally cursed herself for wearing a pair of HIS track pants. But they were so comfortable, that she couldn't help it. She now wished that she wore something a little more difficulty for him to get his hand into, but her thoughts were erased the moment his skilled figures reached her swollen member. She moaned again, and felt his fingers slip into her waiting body. She felt her hips start to move against him. Her body urged her to go faster.

She then felt him start to lower the pants until they were gathered around her knees. Her legs had opened a little farther. She felt him move his body, so that he was on her pants and in between her open legs.

She felt his hot breath on her ear, and gasped when he bit her shoulder through her shirt. "No underwear Granger?"

She moaned as his slipped another finger in her, and his thumb started to rub her swollen clit. "Got tired..of you ripping them all!" Her breath quicken as his moved his fingers faster. "Oh God!"

"Tsk Tsk Granger. It's Draco your suppose to screaming." He let go of her hands and raised her hips to his. He shoved down his pants, along with his boxers and let his swollen member tease her open heat. He smirked as he heard her groan and move her hips closer to his, seeking his contact. He allowed himself to groan at this. "How much do you want this Granger?"

When she didn't answer, he grabbed her face and forcibly moved it so that she could see him out of the corner of her eye. He made it so that he wouldn't hurt her because contrary to believe he didn't like to hurt the woman he slept with. Oh rough sex was great, but when you were hurting the girl he felt like it was one step closer to rape. He knew logically that it wasn't like that, but that's how he felt. He liked his woman willing, under him, and ready.

He moved his head so that he could feel her puffs of breath on his lips, he slipped a finger into her mouth, and touched his lips to hers. "You didn't answer the question Granger. How badly do you want this? You know what you have to say in order for me to plunge into you, and fuck you so hard, that you won't be able to leave the bed for the rest of the day."

"I hate you so much right now." She groaned. She could feel his tip poised at her opening. "Dear lord. Fuck me Malfoy!"

He covered both of her hands with his, leaned the over her body. "Your mine, Granger. For now and forever. Say it Granger." He plunged into her and groaned as her walls contracted around him. He stayed still, waiting for the words to be said through her lips.

"I am yours, for god sake . And you are mine. For now. For always." She moved her hips to try and take him in deeper. "Now please Malfoy."

"Draco, Hermione. Say my name." He moved out of her, and his body trembled along with hers but he waited for his name to leave her lips before he moved back into her.

"Draco." She whispered, and screamed when he plunged back into her.

They moved with each other, both feeling the urgency of the situation. Neither feeling the magic swirl around them as they did a ritual older then time. Neither noticing that they said a spell that was more binding then a actual wedding. Admitting that they were each others.

Draco felt the need for release, but him being who he was would not allow himself to release first. He could feel her need, so her let go of her hands and tilted her hips up so he could go into her deeper. He moved a hand to her swollen member, and pressed a thumb to it. He felt her walls shudder, and heard his name come from her mouth

"Hermione." He called out as his release followed her, and he landed on top of her.

****

"You need to get off of me Malfoy." Hermione's voice was muffled by the pillow.

Draco growled before rolling off of her body. He lifted his arms behind his head, and looked over to see Hermione looking at him with a smile on her face. "What?"

Hermione shook her head. "Nothing, just noticing something."

"Well can you wipe that ridiculous smile off of your face." He smiled once her smile brighten.

She rested her head on her bent arm. "You don't even realize it, do you?"

"What woman?"

"I'm on the right side Malfoy. Your on the left." She laughed when he lunge for her, and missed because Hermione was already out of the bed and on the other side of the room.

"Granger." Draco growled.

"Awe. You poor thing." She screeched and ran out the room, when he had gotten up to chase her.

Hermione was giggling as she ran towards the stairs. She took a chance to look over her shoulder, but immediately regretted doing it. For she found herself being tackled to the ground by the blonde seeker. It always amazed her that she forgot that he was a quidditch player. Seeker at that. So of course his reaction time was always so much better than her own.

She rolled over, still laughing, and looked up at the blonde haired man. "Malfoy, get your fat ass off of me!"

"You happen to love my 'fat' ass Granger." He crushed his lips to hers, and nibbled on her bottom lip. He heard her moan as she opened her mouth and felt her body arch into his. He broke the kiss and looked down at her.

Hermione looked up into his eyes, and opened to say something but was stopped when he looked up and past her. She heard him muttered "damn" and she tilted her head back to see why. When she did, her face turned a bright red. She muttered "oh god!"

"Draco Abraxas Malfoy! I have taught you better than this!" A very annoyed Narcissa Malfoy screeched.

"Mother, of course you have taught me better. I just didn't listen." Draco responded as he got up, and Hermione could only thank the gods that he had pants on.

"Don't worry Mrs. Malfoy." All three of them looked to where Blaise was standing near the staircase. "They have been doing that for the last couple of days."

"Zabini..." Draco growled.

"No really I think that your mother should know what goes on in your life Draco," Blaise put a hand to his heart and gave Narcissa a sad look. "After all she is just as concerned about you as I am."

"That is..." Hermione started franticly.

"Enough! Blaise Alfonso Zabini I know that I, as well, have raised you to be better than that." Hermione watched in amazement as Blaise's mother, Isabella, ascended the stairs.

Hermione looked closely at the woman that was new to her. She than realized that the portrait did not do her justice. Hermione thought that she was beautiful. She had long dark hair that fell in soft curls. She wore little make-up and the make-up that she wore defined her best features. She had almond shaped eyes that were the same color as her own. Except her were a darker honey color. She also had the cupid bow mouth, and the lightly tanned skin. The nose was the same as well. But that was were the similarities ended.

Isabella was tall and had curves in the right places. Sure Hermione had curves as well, but she wasn't tall by any standard. Even right now, standing beside Malfoy she barely came up to his shoulders. She accepted that she would never grow tall, but it didn't mean that she liked the fact that everybody in her family seemed to be taller than her. Both biological and adopted. Also the fact that Harry, Ron and just about everybody else was tall as well. Did she wish to be tall? Sometimes, but being short had their advantages.

She listened as both mothers scolded their children. She gave a small smile and slowly back away. She could feel the love that radiated off of the mothers and could see the looks that both boys gave. It was looks of 'I heard this a thousands of times but I will listen once again because I love you'.

Hermione felt the loneliness creep in at the sight. She missed her parents, and it hurt that every time an owl came the letter wasn't from them. It has been three days since she has written to them and for them not to reply wasn't good.

So Hermione backed away and walked to the room that she shared with Malfoy. She climbed into the bed, under the covers, and curled into a ball. She didn't feel sorry for herself, she really didn't. She just hated the fact that the only parents that she knew didn't contact her in any way. It sadden her that even Ron written before they did. He never writes.

When she heard the door open sometime later, she didn't bother to look up.

"Go away Malfoy." She called out.

"I would if I was Draco." Hermione raised herself on her elbow and look at Nan. "But seeing as I am not, I won't."

Hermione watched as Nan sat on the edge of bed. "What's wrong Poppet?"

Hermione turned her body so that she was laying down watching Nan. "Poppet?"

Nan chuckled. "Don't try to change the subject dear. But I used to call you Poppet all the time. Same with your grandfather. But what's wrong?" Nan allowed herself to brush the hair from Hermione's face.

"I like that name. Very much Nan." Hermione gave Nan a brief smile.

"Poppet..." Nan started.

"You know I love being here Nan. I really do. It's just," Hermione felt the burn from behind her eyes, and shallowed the sob that threatened to come. "It's just that watching Blaise and Malfoy with their mothers made me miss my own parents very much."

Hermione continued when Nan stayed silent. "It's not that I don't love this family because I do. For the past three days, you have shown how much your family means to you. How much you all love each other. And the only thing that I could think of is that I would have never known my parents if my biological ones didn't die."

Hermione closed her eyes when Nan started to run her hand through her hair. "I love them very much, and it hurts that they have written back to me. I wrote to them, telling them were I was and that I wanted to get to know you guys better. Telling them that they will always be my parents and that I love them very much. I just needed to get to know you guys too."

"Their probably hurt right now Hermione." Nan said as she kept running her hands through Hermione's hair. "They probably feel betrayed because you came here, instead of to them. Give them time and they will come to grips with the matter. They still love you very much."

Hermione felt a tear roll down her face. "I know that. I really do, it just hurts so much Nan. So much." And with that she flung herself into Nan's open arms.

Nan sat their with her and held the woman that felt so much like a child at the moment. She cooed all the appropriate words, and shush her when her tears got incontrollable. She glanced up when she saw a shadow from the bedroom door. She looked into the face of Draco and lightly shook her head. She watched as his desire to come in and see what was wrong, outweighed the fact that he would have to deal with a crying female. She mentally laughed as he closed the door behind him and thought that men were all the same. Give them a broom and they knew what to do. Give them a crying female and they gave looks of despair.

So Nan sat their and held Hermione in her arms and waited for the tears to stop. When she felt the sobs lessen and her breathing become normal, she pulled back to look at Hermione.

"All better, Poppet?"

Hermione looked up and nodded. "A little."

Nan wiped the tears away. "That's good. Crying always made me feel better."

Hermione gave a watery laugh. "It does feel good. But makes me so tired afterwards."

"Then lie down for a bit. Get some sleep."

"But what about everybody else?"

"I'll make an excuse." Nan said as she brought the blankets up to cover Hermione. "They won't question it."

"Draco will."

"Then I will have to tell that young man to bugger off and leave you alone for a couple of hours."

"Think he will listen?" Hermione said through a yawn.

"Maybe, but men are difficult creatures."

"Don't I know it! Malfoy is a right pain in the butt." Hermione than fell asleep.

"Only cause he loves you very much." Nan whispered and gave Hermione a kiss on the forehead. "And I as well."

Nan then walked out of the room and very quietly closed the door behind her. She then placed a hand on the door and gave a sigh.

"Was that her Mama?" Nan turned to look at her daughter.

"Yes Isabella. That was Maria." She smiled when Isabella took her hand and held it. Just like she used to when she was little. "Or I should say Hermione."

Isabella gave a soft smile. "She looked like her Mama. I thought I was looking at Tanya, at myself, when I was that age."

"I found her looking at the portrait of the two of you. Thought that it was another one of Draco's conquests. But then she turned and I thought that I was looking at Tanya again. My heart broke all over again."

"Mama." Isabella wrapped her arms around her mothers aging body.

"It's okay Honey. I'm fine." Nan held Isabella back a little. "You'll like her. I promise."

"I'm not worried about that. I'm worried that she won't like me." Isabella sighed. "Merlin knows what my son has told her."

Nan laughed and lead them away from the room. "Blaise is a good boy, Hon."

Isabella gave an un-lady like snort. "You always that he was an angel."

"That's because he is." Nan argued.

"Only to you Mama. Only to you."

A/N- Well here is another chapter for all you lovely people!! Really I am so happy with the reviews and the alerts. It still surprises me. Just wanted to say thank you once again.

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