Chapter 6
A/N - merry christmas! I love christmas don't you?
**Milia POV**
When I woke up on Christmas morning with my bed surrounded by presents I couldn't help but allow the smile that lit up my face. Mother had gone over the top with this being the first Christmas we had spent together as a family, that I would be able remember that is. Then I noticed the large snow white owl sat on the windowsill, slithering out of bed -careful not to nudge any of my gifts- I opened the window and allowed the snowy owl into the warmth. Headwig was holding two letters one from Ron and one from Harry, after giving him a treat and loving stroke of his feathers he left the cottage singing a sweet song in goodbye as she drifted out into the distance. I opened up the letters and they both roughly said the same thing in general.
Hermione were are you. Hermione we need you. Hermione our grades are suffering. Hermione. Hermione. Hermione. 'Can't they think for themselves and just forget about Hermione FUCKING Granger!', Oh of course not, that would be way to hard for them to do without the brainy sidekick in tow ready to bend to their every whim. Sighing I burned the letters with wandless magic before returning to my spot under the duvet covers.
"Mum, Dad, I'm up!" Automatically footsteps were running up the stairs sounding very similar like a herd of Elephants. A mental image came to mind of Mother trying to squeeze past Father and the two pushing and barging to enter the room first. Alas it was Mother that burst into my room first with Father not so far behind her.
"Good morning dear" Mother's breathing was haggard as Father shot her a less than gentlemanly look, maybe they had been fighting to see me first?
We sat together on my gigantic bed going through presents. Mother wore a white -but respectable- nightgown and Father wore blue bottoms with black short sleeve t-shirt.
"We got you one more present darling." Mother said as she motioned to Father to go and get the present. When he came back in he was holding a small black kitten with a silver ribbon round its neck.
"We got you a kitten as your Father noticed that you don't seem to have one at Hogwarts" Father handed me the kitten which immediately nuzzled my hand in a comfortable manner. I smiled and looked up at Mum and Dad sitting on the end of the bed in anticipation of my reaction. 'This is my family and where I belong,' I thought as I stroked my kitten's back fur who then pawed me with a single paw -which I saw was white unlike the rest-.
"I'll name you Socks!" I announced as the kitten let out a small mew which I took as approval.
"We are going down to make breakfast sweetheart. Grandfather will be joining us for breakfast," Mum said as I sat playing with Socks, barely taking any notice as my amusement with the feline ten folded as he gripped my hand with two paws and looked at it inquisitively. Mother and Father left me alone with my knew familiar as they descended to another room in our rather large cottage.
I played with Socks for a while until I heard the familiar pop of apparition "Milia! Your Grandfather is here!," I hopped out of bed with a skip and a jump, grabbed Socks from pawing at my Persian rug and ran down the stairs to come face to face with Lord Voldemort and Draco.
'Holy crap on a stick, what should I do? He's here to kill me isn't he? I know this family stuff was too good to believe, is that why Draco has been so nice to me this year?'
"Milia, Milia. Relax darling. No one is here to kill you" Mother was in front of me in a second, holding my hands securely whilst trying to calm me down.
"How?" Mother smiled, straightened up and stroked my cheek with one of her hands.
"Oh my darling sweet Milia. I am a very talented and accomplished at Legilimency. I don't seem to be able to turn the magic of the art off around you. Your Father thinks it may be some type of emotional trauma of losing you and now your being here I may have an nagging need to please you, the only way my magic knows how to get it right every time is to tap into your head" Nodding my head dumbfoundedly, I take a deep breathe before trying to address my Grandfather.
"Grandfather Riddle" I smile short smile before recoiling back slightly at his hard and scary look.
"No Grandfather business, It is Granddad to you my dear Milia" Granddad walked over to me with calculated steps before kissing both my cheeks.
"You do know I find this to be just absolutely crazy and unreal right?" The four occupants nodded their head's with sly smirks set in place.
"Good, just so we are on the right page".
Looking down to my toes in an uncomfortable manner I freeze in shock as I realized I was still in my jammies which consisted of a pair of Black shorts and a vest Red top. Feeling a gaze lingering in my direction I see Draco look away quickly.
"Um, give me two secs to get dressed please" I say as I run up the stairs whilst my Parents show our Two guests into the Parlor room.
I come back down the stairs with a black and red skater dress on with my usual neutral make-up in place and a pair of red heels to finish of my look.
"Milia, Darling, My only Granddaughter! This present is for you," Voldemort says as he sweeps towards me holding a parcel wrapped in pink paper. He was holding a pink parcel. I smiled realizing that Voldemort was my Granddad who was holding a pink parcel.
Sitting down on the bottom step I opened up the present. It was a framed picture of the four of us when I was a baby. I sat looking at it, stroking my curly wild hair -much like Mothers- with the bottom of my thumb when I felt Socks curl up on my lap.
"Thanks Granddad. I love it!" He smiled back and held out his hand for me.
"We should go for breakfast before Draco ends up getting a lecture to not hurt you ... or else" I laugh and set Socks on the ground before placed the picture on the mantle and then I walked through to the dining room with Granddad.
When we came through Draco came and gave me a hug and poked the butterfly pendant he gave me to wake the lazy magic awake. The wings fluttered for a second before returning back to normal.
"Merry Christmas Milia," He said as he gave a small shy smile before pulling out a chair next to Father for me to sit in. We all sat down at the table and tucked into pancakes and waffles with Two white ceramic jug's in the middle of the table, one filled with chocolate and the other filled with maple syrup .
The conversation flowed easy and unfortunately so did the time. When I excused myself to go to the bathroom I realized that it was coming up to half one in the afternoon and dinner was yet to be finished, Mother didn't want to food poison me on my first Christmas at home even if it meant chargrilling the bloody Turkey. That is when I heard my mum shout up the stairs.
"Time for wine!" I shook my head and continued in the bathroom.
**Draco POV**
My gaze followed her out of the room and all I could think about was how stunning she looked in that dress. I had been shocked so many times today, I am just about ready for my cardiac arrest . One, When Lord Voldemort turned up and told me I was coming with him to see his Granddaughter as I'am are the same age as her. Two, When Milia came down in those short-shorts and that vest top -I actually blushed and Malfoy's never blush- but you would understand with that outfit. Does she sleep in those. I bet she looks so cute when she sleeps, especially when her hair sprawls across her pillow. 'Malfoy there is no reason for you to be thinking of her cute face as she sleeps'. I sigh silently to myself, the voice in my head is right, not in front of her parent's they will want to know why I have a soppy face on and then proceed to kill me with one move, that is if Lord Voldemort has not already.
**Milia POV**
I walk back in the room to find Mum refilling the flut glasses and handing one in my direction. Draco's head snapped around when he heard me mumble a thanks for the glass. A smile appeared on his face as he motioned for me to sit next to him on the sofa.
"Thank you for returning and giving me someone to talk to, I swear they are already dunk as skunks!" He giggled and whispered loudly. I chuckled and took his glass away.
"And I think you are a little bit too tipsy, so no more wine or alcohol for you." I reprimanded as I stood up and flattened down my dress.
"But it tastes so good," He mumbled as I held my hand out towards him for him to take.
"Shall we go to the library and escape this drunken adult talk," Draco grabbed my had happily making me blush slightly in return.
In the library we sat reading various books and one muggle novel caught my interest to the point where I didn't realize that I needed the bathroom until Socks jumped up onto my bladder, pawing his paws into my new dress.
"Ooof. Draco look after Socks will you I need the bathroom," I said as I marked the book with a bookmark and dropped Socks on Draco's lap. I ran out of the library almost sliding into doors and breaking nearly my ankle.
**Draco POV**
Milia dropped her kitten into my lap and by what she shouted her name was Socks.
"Hello, is your name Socks?" I asked politely, even if i felt a bit stupid for talking to Cat but anyway for a response she mewed then lifted a single white paw.
"She is as smart as she is beautiful just like you, you pretty kitty," I say in an almost baby condescending way as I waggle a finger in front of her nose. She clearly finds it amusing as she tries to bit it, catching it between her paws and then wrapping her blunt fangs onto my finger.
"Having fun you two?" And at the simple sound of her voice I stopped playing about and Socks ran to her feet. Milia picked Socks up and gave her a kiss on the nose.
"Were you playing with Draco? Yes you were! Yes you were!" She said in a baby voice which I found highly amusing. as it matched my own, I burst out laughing much to the effect of that wine's inhibition to ensnare my sense. She turned and scowled at me.
"Now that is not a very nice look for a very pretty girl to adorn " I spill out before realizing what it is that I just said. All she said was "Oh," before turning to look out the window. Standing up from the sofa I walk towards the pretty lady.
"Merry Christmas Milia," I whispered gently into her before giving her a quick peck on the cheek.