Once again… sorry this took so long. Please review!! Enjoy!! I added a recap of the last chapter cuz to be honest; I even forgot what the hell was going on lol…

RECAP OF THE LAST CHAPTER:

Hermione flopped onto her bed: completely exhausted. Draco laid next to her and kissed her forehead. "It's been a long day."

"You have no idea," Hermione muttered. "I can't believe Dumbldore is arranging for our parents to take a weekend visit to Hogwarts."

"I know," Draco said thinking back to the meeting. "It'll be weird seeing my mom… I haven't really talked to her since school started."

"Same here," Hermione said reminiscing. "It's going to be bizarre, my mom knows nothing about magic… and hopefully Dumbledore didn't send my father an invitation. I don't want him in my life anymore," Hermione said bitterly.

Draco sat up next to Hermione. "So, what happened with your dad, if you don't mind me asking?"

Hermione stared into Draco's deep eyes. She knew he genuinely cared about her, and Hermione longed for someone to care. "Well, over the summer… he became a complete asshole," Hermione said bluntly. "He became abusive toward my mom… and he cheated on her with a total stranger. They actually got married a couple days ago. He got her pregnant." Hermione was staring hard at the blanket to keep from crying in front of Draco. "He just… left me. He left me to pick my mom off the floor the night he left."

Draco's heart ached for his new girlfriend. He knew what it was like to see someone you thought loved you just walk out of your life. Draco knew what type of person was capable of that. "I'm sorry baby," Draco cooed softly into Hremione's ear. Tears started to run down Hermione's face, and he embraced her. "He doesn't deserve to be a part of your life, Hermione. You're too amazing for him; far too good to be his daughter. You're too good for me as well."

"That's not true… you're amazing Draco."

Draco smiled at Hermione's sincerity.

"I just wish my dad could go back in time and fix his mistakes."

Draco kissed Hermione's forehead again. "I know baby."

"It's so strange though," Hermione said with a curious tone, "after listening to Ginny today… I fell like having our parents come is a great idea. I want to spend time with someone I know loves me."

Draco thought about this. He had completely forgotten about the death of Charlie Weasley. "How did he die anyway?"

Hermione's mind raced through her day. The men in black cloaks. "He was murdered by Death Eaters, we just need to prove it."

Back to the story…

Chapter 15: All in the Family

With the news of the parent visit, Hermione and Draco spent a lot of time creating arrangements for them. There was the obvious problem of living space, in which expanding each dormitory magically was the only option; and Hermione and Draco spent a good amount of time making their rooms as comfortable as possible for their own parents.

Because of all the things going on at Hogwarts, Hermione needed to push the thoughts of Neo-Death-Eaters out of her mind. Her conversation with Ginny (who had come out of her room finally) was still slipping its way into her moments of peace and sleep, causing her to have nightmares.

In one of the more vivid night-terrors, Hermione found herself watching Ginny, Harry and Ron narrowly escape the curses of a Death Eater, and woke up crying after seeing Draco fall into a hole of some sort, trying to save Daria.

Draco had to shake Hermione from this particular dream, and after trying to get an explanation of her now-often nightmares, Hermione lied and said it was because of school stress; because she didn't want Draco to worry.

But now that the parents were arriving in a few short hours, Hermione planned to explain everything to Draco as soon as they left. She figured that having Mrs. Malfoy around would be a nice change for Draco, since he was so close to her. Hermione didn't want to distract Draco when his mother was finally able to see him.

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"I hope my mom likes you."

"Obviously she will, everyone loves me."

"Ha ha ha. A little cocky there?"

"I can be as cocky as you want," Draco said with a sly smile.

"Draco! You can't say stuff like that when my mother is around."

"Why not?"

"Because I want her to know that you're not…"

Draco looked at Hemione as her words trailed off. She still hadn't finished her sentence as she started to dust the bookshelf for the fifth time. "That I'm not what? My father?" Draco did not say this with anger or contempt, but quietly and sadly.

Hermione met his gaze and sighed. "Yes… and she only knows what I've told her over the past few years. How you were. How you treated me and Harry and Ron then."

"So… basically I have to suck-up to your mom?"

"Only if you want her to like you."

"Ughh," Draco groaned.

"Oh stop it. You suck up to all your teachers… why is this any different?"

Draco was about to make a sudden quip when Ginny abruptly burst into their dorm. "They're here, they arrived early!"

"My mother's never been early for anything in her life!" Hermione said as she promptly and franticly ran up to her room and ran back down in a new set of more-conservative clothing.

Draco laughed to himself as he watched Hermione straighten out her new outfit: a maroon sweater over a pair of dark jeans and black flats. This was a contrast to the ripped-in-odd-places jeans she had been wearing with a tank top. "Hermione what are you doing?" Draco asked puzzled as Hermione was pulling her hair into a bun. "I love your hair down."

"Well my mom likes it up."

Draco rolled his eyes and thought about changing. He looked at his sweatpants and sweatshirt and groaned as he proceeded to change into an outfit that looked oddly like Hermione's.

"Whoa, you guys match!" Ginny giggled as Draco came back downstairs.

"Have you been raiding my closet again?" Hermione joked.

Draco smiled, "Yeah I'm wearing your underwear too."

Hermione laughed out loud and hastily stopped when she noticed the portrait swinging open, and her mother stepping inside. Hermione was startled by her mother's appearance. Her mother's usually conservative cloths were replaced by more trendy jeans and a casual pink tee-shirt. Her hair was down and loose, and Hermione noted that her mother had gotten her hair highlighted.

"Hey sweetie," she said dropping her luggage and giving Hermione a warm hug, "how's everything? You look great! This dorm is amazing! Do you like it? Is this young man your roommate? When I was in school we were never allowed to co-ed dorms… well of course kids had co-ed "sleepovers", but we all know what that really mean-"

"Mom!" Hermione said a little more loudly than she needed to, " Everything's going fine, I like it very much here, and yes this is my roommate and fellow head student: Draco Malfoy."

Hermione's mother stepped away from her daughter and scrutinized Draco. "So you're Draco Malfoy," she said in an unpleasant voice.

"Yes I am," Draco replied in a strong voice, but was sure not to sound rude or offensive.

There was an awkward pause before another voice said: "Yep, that's my boy!!" it was a cheery voice and spoke boldly.

Draco and Hermione now noticed that Mrs. Malfoy was standing in front of them. She looked just as Hermione had remembered, standing beautifully with her long blond hair and small delicate features. Hermione always thought Draco resembled his father; but looking at Mrs. Malfoy now made Hermione take a closer look at some of the smaller details that she and Draco shared.

Although this is how Hermione remembered Mrs. Malfoy, Draco was pleased to see his mother looking so wonderfully. The last time they had seen each other she was still covered in bruises from the last beating Lucius had given her. Draco was glad to see the color and life back into her skin, and the blood wiped from her lips. She was no longer shaking from trepidation and weakness, but standing proudly and confidently. Draco missed her so much.

"And he's looking quite handsome," she continued.

"As always," Draco joked. "It's good to see you mum," he said giving her a hug of comfort. "You look… better. Much better."

Mrs. Malfoy smiled. "I would hope so," she said brushing the comment off. She then took notice to the other family standing silently a few feet away. "Hello," she offered to Hermione's mother, "I'm Narcissa Black."

Hermione's mother shook her hand firmly, and when pulling away looked at Narcissa as if something was lost inside of her. "Have we met before?"

Narcissa paused at the statement and looked back. "I'm not… sure."

Hermione and Draco shared puzzled glances as their parents stared intently at one another. Then, without warning, Hermione's Mother jumped back with excitement.

"Joyce?!" she said loudly and excitedly.

Hermione and Draco watched the scene unfold in complete confusion. Mrs. Malfoy smiled so wide her lips could have spilt, and they hugged each other excitedly. Then Mrs. Malfoy spoke very quickly, as if she was too emotional to speak at a normal speed.

"OhmygodIcan'tbelieveyou'reHermione'smotherandIcan'tbelieveyou'rehereIhaven'tseenyouinwhat30years?OhmygodIjustcan'tbelievethis!"

They both looked as they were about to cry as they hugged again quickly and swapped compliments. After another couple moments of complete confusion, both of the parents turned to Hermione and Draco.

"You're both probably very confused," Mrs. Malfoy said, stating the obvious.

"No, not at all," Draco replied sarcastically. "I've got the whole story figured out…" Draco began to walk around the common room dramatically. "You were sisters separated as small children, and now you've rediscovered one another!"

"Draco, you watch too much TV," Hermione said, still confused. "Mum, how do you know her?"

"Well," she said still smiling from her realization, "we went to camp together a very long time ago."

"Camp?"

"Like a summer camp?"

"Yeah," Mrs. Malfoy said, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. "When I was a little girl my parents wanted me to be able to communicate well with muggles, so if purebloods took over the world there would be a generation that could easily spy on the muggle community without looking out of place. It was a pretty common for that to happen when I was young. Now-a-days there aren't as many purebloods left."

Hermione remembered the Weasley's trying to use a telephone, and concluded that that was a slightly disturbing (but realistic) scenario. The more Hermione thought about it, the more it made sense; using youth as a weapon, as a method for future domination. I wouldn't have been the first time "So why-"

"Did your mother call me 'Joyce'?" Mrs. Malfoy finished.

"That's the only name I know her by," Mrs Granger injected.

"It's my middle name," Mrs. Malfoy elaborated. "Some of my closest family calls me Joyce."

Draco looked as his mother disbelievingly, "Like who?"

"Your Auntie Melina and Uncle Charles," she said dismissively. "When nobody is around they call me Joyce, it made my father very upset to have people call me that in our world," she continued, getting quieter when mentioning the late Mr. Black. Draco knew that his grandfather was a strict man, and it was an obvious cause of Mrs. Malfoy's soft side for her own children.

"So you know each other," Hermione said in a voice that was still amazed, but it wasn't stated as a question.

"I guess so," Hermione's mother said with an ear-to-ear smile. "But we have a lot of catching up to do."

"That we do," Mrs. Malfoy (Joyce?) said smiling as both she and Mrs. Granger went into their children's rooms and got settled in. A while passed as Hermione and Draco were still sitting in the common room, trying to soak in the odd circumstance.

"So," Draco said awkwardly trying to break the silence.

"So," Hermione repeated.

"What should I call your mom?" he blurted out.

Hermione laughed. "Is that why you've been so quiet?"

"Well I can't call her Mrs. Granger, because she's not Mrs. Granger anymore. And I don't even know her first name, and if I did I haven't gotten permission to use it. So what should I call her? 'Hermione's mom'?"

Hermione smiled at Draco. "I'm not sure what she wants to be called. What should I call your mom?"

Draco thought. "Well you might as well call her Joyce now," he said in a voice that was a little annoyed.

"Draco, I'm sure your mother wanted to tell you about her life, but you can't hold everything against her. She probably didn't want to make your father upset," she said trying to reassure him.

"Well I would've liked to know where she got the idea to send me to a muggle-wizard peace camp. I feel like an idiot," he paused as he sulked, "and I damn well don't like secrets being held from me. You don't have any secrets, do you?" he looked at her intently.

Hermione stared at him amusedly, "Like what kind of secret?"

"I don't know… anything!"

Hermione laughed. "Well I certainly have secrets, everybody does, don't they? I mean, what kind of information you are looking for?" she said staring back at him with equal interest.

"Well… are you a virgin?"

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me Hermione."

Hermione smiled and blushed a little. "Well, do you think I'm a virgin?"

Draco stared at her with his usual smirk. "Nope. There is no way you're a virgin."

Hermione let out a gasp of surprise. "Why would you think I'm not a virgin?"

Draco got off the couch and began to pace the room, and started to talk with his hands as he spoke to Hermione. "Well, I know you're not a virgin because when I asked you, you didn't act all offended and you didn't try and defend yourself. Plus you're way too hot, and you're pretty open about your sensuality," he said staring at Hermione with a smirk.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Ok then, I'm not a virgin," she said tartly.

Draco smiled. "And maybe I over-heard a conversation you and Ginny had in the beginning of sixth year," he said with finality.

Hermione groaned. "You're such a Slytherin."

"Thank you."

"Hey, now that you asked me a question I get to ask you a question!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Since when?"

"Since you started it."

"Started what? I didn't start anything!"

"Do you miss your dad?"

Draco was taken aback by Hermione's sudden change of subject. "Well," he said with a small sigh, "I guess I didn't really know who he was. I respected him because he's my father, but I don't really miss him, no."

Hermione nodded to acknowledge his answer and started to pace the room. She knew she wanted to keep her meditation of death eaters and Charlie's death inside her head, but it was seeping out of her mouth bit by bit. "Do you think he could have had something with Charlie's death?"

Draco's furrowed his eyebrows. "How, he's in Azkaban?"

"Yeah, but the whole situation is too much to be a coincidence."

Draco visage was overwhelmed with confusion. "Wha-"

Hermione could no longer control herself, and a serious case of word vomit overtook her vocal chords. "How come the death eaters would attack Charlie at his work?" she said as if she had gone over it again and again, "the only reason I can think of is to make a statement to the rest of the pureblood community about loyalty and consequences. And your father is all about keeping magic in pureblood families. But I suppose there are a lot of other people who believe the same thing…"

"Hermione?"

Hermione's thoughts trailed off as she noticed her mother and Mrs. Malfoy descending the staircase.

"Are we going to dinner now?"

Hermione looked at Draco for an answer and he nodded his head gently; now thoughts of murder, death eaters, and his father twirling in his head.

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A/N: thank you for everybody who has continued to read this story and review it!! Next chapter will be up very very soon!!