AN: Two in a day! I'm on a roll! There's an f-bomb in here, so be prepared! Muahahahha! By the way, this is what I listened to while writing this chapter: Remember to delete the spaces! www . youtube watch?v=aWmj1bMR4Mo

Auror Pendragon and I stumbled into a sitting room a few moments later. I looked around, thankful that we weren't in that room. This room was similar to the drawing room, but seemed to be warmer than the drawing room. Auror Pendragon pulled me forward and out of the fireplace.

Moments later, a house elf popped in to the room. "Mistress Malfoy told Trixie to escort sir and madam to the library. Mistress is waiting there!" His squeaky and excited voice calmed me a bit as we were lead through the labyrinth of a house. Oh dear. Narcissa Malfoy is not who I wanted to spend my day with.

Finally we came to a large set of oak double doors. Trixie pushed them open and we followed her inside. My breath left me in a whoosh as I looked around the massive multi-storied library. The walls were bookcases, except for the final wall which was a large window overlooking the Manor's grounds. Trixie led us to one of the couches in the center of the room. "Mistress! Trixie has brought madam and sir!"

My head snapped forward at the elf's words. I slender hand patted Trixie on the head. "Thank you dear. You may go now." The elf disappeared with a loud crack.

Finally, Mrs. Malfoy stood up from place on the couch and turned to look at us. "Hello again, Auror Pendragon. Miss Granger." I stood off to the side while Pendragon spoke with Mrs. Malfoy. Finally, the man turned to me. "Miss Granger, if you receive anything else from Dolohov, tell Mrs. Malfoy about it. She'll contact me." He turned to leave, but stopped a few feet away before turning around once more. "Keep low. Don't leave unless necessary, Miss Granger. Good luck." He left, and I was finally left alone with Mrs. Malfoy.

She broke the silence first. "Well, I guess I should show you to your room so you can put your things away. Follow me, and then we can return to the library. I noticed the way you were looking around at it." I was glad her back was to me so she couldn't see my embarrassed blush.

It felt as if were in the maze during the Triwizard Tournament. I had given up trying to remember the way and just followed behind Mrs. Malfoy's willowy figure silently. Finally, we stopped halfway down a hallway in front of another oak door. She turned to me. "This will be your room."

Mrs. Malfoy pushed open the door and walked in. I followed behind her and gasped. The room was massive; it looked like the penthouse suite of a hotel. Instead of being dark colors like the rest of the house, the walls were a beige color, reminiscent of the Heads' common room. I was interrupted from my musing by Mrs. Malfoy. "Draco told me what the common room that you and he are sharing looks like, so I changed the colors this morning. I figured it would make you a bit more comfortable in this house. I know you don't have the fondest memories here."

I looked at the Malfoy matriarch in surprise. Her beautiful face seemed slightly downcast, but she still looked the ever-proud woman that I was used to seeing. She wants me to be comfortable? "Thank you, Mrs. Malfoy. For taking me in; you didn't have to, and I'm thankful for that. I'll just put my things away, and we can head back to the library."

I wandered through the rooms until I found my bedroom. I sat my trunk down on my bed and turned around to leave. I'll just put everything up later. I met Mrs. Malfoy outside of my rooms and followed her back to the library. Any reservations I had were removed once I entered the expansive room again. "Mrs. Malfoy, this library is wonderful. It's much larger than Hogwarts'!"

Mrs. Malfoy let out a tinkling laugh. It shocked me to hear the reserved Malfoy laugh. Even her laugh is beautiful; I feel like a clumsy donkey next to her! "You may call me Narcissa, if you'd like. Draco mentioned that you loved to read; I can see he wasn't lying."

I watched as she drifted back to her couch and sat back down with an old book that was lying on the seat beside her. Well, if she wants me to call her Narcissa, she can call me Hermione. "Mrs. Ma—Narcissa, you can call me Hermione, then, if you'd like."

She looked away from her book and gave me a smile. "Alright, then. Hermione, take any book you want; none of them are off limits. We've tried to purge out all of the… unsavory books in here after everything that happened. Those books have been relocated to the Malfoy vault in Gringotts."

At the mention of Gringotts, I blushed. Narcissa caught the blush and laughed again. "I remember something about you flying out of there on a dragon, am I correct?"

I blushed harder and grabbed a book before sitting in a comfortable leather chair near Narcissa. "That's right. Those two hair-brained friends of mine always get me into the biggest of messes." Narcissa let out another of her charming giggles before turning back to her book.

Narcissa and I stayed in the library for the rest of the day. Finally, as the sun had just gone down we finally left. Narcissa spoke as we walked down a hallway to the dining room. "Well, Lucius and Draco should be back by now."

I had to restrain myself from asking where they had gone. It is none of my business. "They are aware that I'm here, aren't they?" At the thought of sneaking up on Lucius Malfoy, I began panicking. "Maybe I should just go to my room? Trixie can bring something for me to eat, and then I won't be intruding on your Christmas dinner!"

Narcissa turned to look at me. "Lucius knows that you're here, if that's what you're worried about. We've already talked everything over. You won't be intruding, either. I quite like your presence, and I think that Lucius will too."

I looked in unease at the matriarch before agreeing to attend dinner. It would be rude to not attend, especially since they have taken me in. "Yes, ma'am." I was anxious to see Draco again, but the thought of seeing Lucius Malfoy again made me nervous.

We entered the dining room, and I let out a breath, unaware that I had even been holding it in. The dining room was much smaller and intimate than I thought it would be. The table could seat around six people easily. I was worried that we would be eating at a massive table that could hold twenty people easily.

Narcissa seemed surprised that her family hadn't arrived yet. She pulled her wand out and sent a patronus on its way. "They usually get back before night. I wonder where they are. I guess we will go wait somewhere else; this isn't the most interesting room in the Manor."

I followed her as she turned and walked away. Finally we entered into another room. This room seemed to be well lived in, and had a grand Christmas tree standing proudly near a large window in the corner. I turned and gasped. A shiny grand piano sat on the other side of the room. I thought back to when I had tried to teach the beginning of Für Elise to Ron while we were at Grimmauld Place and smiled wistfully.

I turned to Narcissa and gestured to the piano. "Do you mind if I play?"

She looked delighted. "You can play? That's lovely, and yes you may. It has just been sitting there for years as none of us can play. It has been charmed to keep itself in tune, as well."

I quickly walked to the piano and lifted back the key cover and smiled. This is real ivory and ebony! What a nice piano! I slowly pressed a key down and grinned at the wonderful tone of the instrument. This is the nicest piano that I've ever seen.

I took a deep breath and began playing Moonlight Sonata. It has always been my favorite song to play. The soothing, but melancholy, melody never ceases to wash away my problems and replace them with peace. I closed my eyes and let the music wash over me and take me to a different place; away from rogue Death Eaters, away from parents that don't remember me, away from all of my problems.

I had become so enraptured with the music that I hadn't heard the door open, nor had I noticed the two men who cautiously stepped inside and were staring at me in shock. The song reached its climax as a single tear slid down my face from underneath closed eyelids. I paid it no mind. Finally, the song came to a haunting end. As I let off of the sustaining pedal, the only sound in the room was sniffling.

My eyes snapped open at the sound. On the couch was Narcissa trying to contain her sniffling, Lucius staring at me in a pleased manner, and Draco looking at me in a happy, but confused manner. Oh dear. My mind caught up with what Narcissa a few minutes ago. "Lucius is aware you're coming." It took all I could to not nervously fidget. Draco was most definitely unaware of my coming!

Mother had insisted that Father and I spend time together today, as she had business to attend to. We knew that she wouldn't have anything to do on Christmas Day, but both of us knew better than to question her. Father didn't seem the least bit worried, so I tried to contain my curiosity. He must know something about what she's doing, then.

We had been invited to play quidditch at the Parkinson household, just as we were every year at Christmas. It helped that Pansy had a lot of cousins, and that Blaise had been invited as well, or we wouldn't have enough players.

Ever since the war ended my relationship with my father has been strained. I wanted to go back to how we used to be, which is why I didn't fight when mother made us spend time together like this. The day of quidditch had been just what we needed; we hurriedly left when we received a questioning patronus from Mother.

We had just stepped inside of the Manor when Father shushed me. He had a concentrated look on his face. I was going to ask him what he was doing, when I heard it. Is that the piano? Who's playing it?

Both of us crept towards the piano room, as we had taken to calling it through the years. When we reached the door, Father lightly opened the door and sharply inhaled when he looked in. Finally, he slowly walked in and headed towards the couch.

I stuck my head into the door and almost choked on my own spit. Hermione Granger is in my house, playing the saddest song I've ever heard, for my mother, and I have no idea why. I slowly drifted to the couch after noticing that Hermione was in her own little world, and sat down in shock. All I could do was stare. A solitary tear ran down her face, but she seemed unaware of it and continued playing. My forehead creased. Why is she crying?

Finally, the song came to an end. The sound of my mother's sniffling filled the room. Hermione's eyes snapped open and she looked panicked when she saw all three of us, instead of just my mother. Father spoke first. "That was wonderfully done. How long have you been playing?"

She looked shocked that Father was speaking to her. I saw her swallow before replying. "I was seven when I started taking lessons, so… around ten years, Mr. Malfoy."

Father nodded. "It shows. Your playing seems to have… touched Narcissa. Draco, keep Miss Granger company while I take your mother to calm down a bit." I could barely nod as my parents exited the room, leaving Hermione and I alone.

I continued staring at her, not knowing what to say. Finally something just slipped out. "I didn't know you could play the piano?" I wanted to slap myself at such a stupid remark.

She smiled shyly. "It never came up in conversation." Her face turned serious then. "I take it that they didn't tell you I would be here, then?"

I shook my head. "No, they didn't. I'm guessing that you were the "business" that Mother had to take care of this morning?"

She nodded at me, and then pulled her wand out. After casting a silencing spell on the door, she began speaking. "An Auror brought me here this morning."

I had a bad feeling when she said that. "What? Why would an Auror bring you here of all places? What were you even doing with an Auror?"

She looked down and seemed to be bracing herself for something. "I'm guessing that you heard about Antonin Dolohov's escape from Azkaban last night?" I nodded. "Well, apparently he has some vendetta against me." She pulled a piece of parchment from a pocket in her jumper and took a seat next to me on the couch. "Read this; it will explain everything. I got it this morning with the rest of our Christmas cards."

By the time I was finished, I felt as if I wanted to punch something. Slowly I turned to her and spoke in a deadly quiet voice. "Who are 'Mr. and Mrs. Wendell Wilkins?'"

Hermione looked down at her lap. "Draco, do you remember when I told you that I sent my parents away to Australia with new memories? Well, I gave them new identities too. Wendell and Monica Wilkins are the names that I gave my parents'. He found them, Draco. I have to do what he says, as I'm not willing to take a chance to see what happens otherwise. The Aurors thought I would be safest here, as Dolohov would never think that the Malfoys of all people would be hiding a mudblood."

I stared at her in shock. This girl made the toughest decision of her life to save her parents, and it was in vain. I didn't say anything to her; instead I just reached over and pulled her towards me. She fell onto me and began sobbing. I just stroked a hand through her hair and waited for her sobs to die out.

After a few minutes, she pulled herself together and picked her head off of my shoulder. "I'm sorry. You'll have to change your shirt, seeing as I soaked it."

I nodded and stood up. "Don't be sorry. You have a legitimate reason to cry, and you know I won't turn you away if you need me." She gave me a watery smile before standing up too.

She cast a spell to dry her tears and get rid of the puffiness of her eyes. I grabbed her hand and saw her blush. I smirked before I started pulling her towards the door. "I'll take you to the Dining Room; we'll be eating soon. Unless you want to help me change my shirt?"

I felt her go rigid and I couldn't hold in my laughter any longer. I turned and only laughed harder at the redness of her face. "I'm just joking!" I managed to choke that out before I started laughing again. She huffed and turned her nose up before walking away. I stared at her with a bemused smile on my face. She walked for a few seconds until she stopped and slowly turned around.

She had a peeved look on her face. "I forgot where the Dining Room was." I snickered again and motioned for her to follow me. I understood being lost here; I grew up in this house and didn't learn to navigate it completely until I was ten years old. We finally reached the Dining Room after a few minutes of walking. I sent her in before heading off to my rooms to change. I wasn't too worried about leaving her with my parents, seeing as she has spent the day with my mother already.

I thought about the letter that Hermione had gotten this morning, and could feel my anger returning. She has proved time and time again that she is a capable witch. That should be enough. She's a better witch than I am a wizard. She could probably even take down my Father if she had to. She's a much better witch than the pureblood witches in our year. I reached my door and absently pulled a shirt out of my closet.

The part of the letter that made me the angriest though, was the postscript. After reading what he had said to her, white-hot anger and jealousy filled me. I had been surprised at the intensity of my feelings, but understood them quickly. I was jealous. The thought of anyone treating Hermione like a… toy made me feel sick. The thought of anyone touching her makes me feel sick. The stupid fuck better not try anything.

I stalked back down to the Dining Room, still in a rage. When I reached the door, I took a few deep breaths to calm down before entering. Shock replaced anger when I stepped inside. All I could do was gape at the sight in front of me. Mother and Father both were listening to Hermione recounting what happened when she, Tweedle-Dee, and Tweedle-Dum broke into Gringotts. I slowly took a seat and smiled as I realized that Hermione, a muggleborn, was getting along with my pureblood parents. Maybe there is a chance.

AN: Here is another chapter! This one kind of felt like filler, but it's okay! That's what it was. I think it is reasonable that Hermione can play piano, considering she was teaching the famous part of Für Elise to Ron at one point in the seventh movie! I hope it didn't make her seem Mary Sue-ish or something!