Second, your mate is HERMIONE GRANGER? Why didn't you tell me sooner?! I would have never mentioned her coming over to our mansion with our past history of her there. I feel like a fool in asking. I am disappointed that you did not tell me sooner. I can not believe she is your mate. Every year you always whine and complain (I did NOT whine and complain!) at how much you hate that muggle born. I find it most interesting that she is your mate. I do believe she is your equal in intelligence and stubbornness. Actually, I would say her intelligence is more since she surpasses you in school every year. (I love you too mother, you are so kind.) Also, she will not allow you to bully her around which you do tend to do. You two are similar and yet opposites, it's fascinating really. You are in Slytherin, she is in Gryffindor. She is muggleborn and you are a pureblood. You both are hard workers and dedicated when given a task. Both of you have a good heart. I think you two will compliment each other. You better not mess anything up, Draco! She is going to Australia? How are you going to fare with your mate so far away over the holidays? Whenever I had to leave for a day or two your father would be most depressed because he was unable to see me. When I came back from a little trip he would not let me out of his sight for days. I think you will have to write many letters to her while she is away or maybe floo her. You will get very depressed and feel restless until you are able to see her and be around her again. And finally, I know your father and I, mostly your father, have instilled the pureblood mentality in you but we were wrong. You will have to come to terms and accept what is. She is a muggleborn and she is your mate. She will be your mate for the rest of your life. You will have to use that Malfoy charm know that is in you to woo her into caring for you even just a little bit. Do your best and I accept that she is your mate. I would still like to meet your mate sometime in the future since she will be having my grandchild. Best of luck, Narcissa
Toast that night. I open the door to a pretty little guest room that is two doors down from my room. It has a floral oriental rug that spans the whole room, a white canopy bed with sheer drapes, the windows are big with soft green and white sheer curtains. There is a large armoire in one corner with a large mirror in another. There is a bookshelf with little pictures and books. Hermione steps inside with a little smile. "Isn't this a pretty room." Hermione says more to herself than to me. She touches the bookshelf then looks over at me. The light shines through the window and hits against her skin and hair. She looks very lovely and makes me want her even more. "My room is just down the hallway so if you need anything just knock. Er... keep your door open at night so I can check on you please." I tell her. She steps out into the hallway to see where my room is. "Where is your room by the way?" she asks me, she looks up and down the hallway, all the doors are closed so it's hard to know what room is what if you are not familiar with the house. I point to the large door at the end. "May I see your room?" she asks me giving me an innocent look. She balances on her feet eager to see my room. I ruffle my hair and sigh loudly. I glance from her to my bedrooom then back to her. My heart flutters about in my chest. Why am I so nervous about showing her my room? "Maybe later alright." I say lamely. "I'll take you back to the library." I smile. There, at least I won't have to show her my room for a long time. She forgot all about my room as soon as I mentioned the word "library". "Oh yes, your library is so gorgeous! All that ebony and that rug! Wow!" Hermione gushes. I laugh as I lead her down the hallway to the library. We spend the next two hours in the library waiting for dinner to be served. I show her all of the ancient books we have dating from 82 A.D. first then up to the most recent books. She pulls books down from the shelves that
"I like it when you purr." She says quietly to me. I feel her hand move from my waist and travel up and down my side slowly. "Thanks for coming to my rescue. I don't usually have these nightmares often. It's a little bit embarrassing, the girl wonder who helped Harry Potter and fought along with everyone else gets nightmares." "You are only human Hermione. Everyone has nightmares." I glance over at the dark mark still on the inside of my right arm before looking back to her. I give her my most charming smile, "In fact I just had a dream you were pregnant and that was a nightmare!" I say to try to lighten the mood up for her. She chuckles softly and lifts her head up off her pillow to look at me. The moonlight plays across her skin. I love it. I want to kiss her. "I was pregnant in your dream? I can't even imagine you being a father. Draco Malfoy a father." She grins at me. I lean up and press my lips gently against hers before dropping my head back to her pillow. She lays her head back to her pillow, her nose almost touching my nose now as we look at each other. "Well, I can't imagine being a father either. And a pregnant Hermione... oh Merlin... you will be even more bossy and reading every book known to wizard-kind on babies." I grin at her. She grins back at me then yawns sleepily. I brush some of her curls behind her ear. "Go to sleep. Only dream of pleasant things like me naked or maybe... well... me naked." I smirk smugly. She punches my arm which kind of hurt. Of course, I will never admit to it. She does have a good swing. She also has a pretty good slap too which nearly caused my teeth to rattle around in my head in our third year. "Why would I ever want to dream about a pasty ghost of a man, hm?" she says tartly then rolls over so her back is to me. I sigh and wrap an arm around her waist to pull her against my body. I close my eyes pushing my face into her bushy hair and breathe in her pretty scent. I want to hold her and protect her. I wish I could take those scary dreams away of my aunt torturing her. I wish I could take away the war. I wish I could take the "Mudblood" scar off her arm. "Goodnight, little mate." I say into her ear. She makes a soft "mm" and her breathing becomes deep. Her whole body is lax. She fell asleep pretty quickly. I stay still for ten minutes before I attempt to take my arm away. I move to get out of bed and she clings to my arm so tightly, I think she is going to rip it off. I lay back down behind her again and wait for another few moments. She relaxes her grip on my arm finally and I try again. Her small hands clamps around my arm again, I feel her nails digging into my skin. I groan and plop back down. I guess I'm stuck here for the night. Though, it's not so bad, I'm with my mate, however, I would like my arm back. Next morning, I wake up groggily. The sun is so bright, I close my silvery eyes again with a loud groan. I feel weight on my chest and a bunch of hair all round my neck. I pop one eye open to see what this weight is. Oh, it's Hermione. At least it's not Blaise this time. I smile some and place my hand on her back. I feel her soft, curvy body stirring against me. She better watch it otherwise I'm going to have bad thoughts. I see a line of drool from the corner of her mouth. Wait, is she drooling on my chest? For a moment, I am a bit disturbed and disgusted. She opens her brown eyes and lifts her head off my upper chest, she cleans off her drool from the side of her mouth. So, she really was drooling on my chest! That is nasty. Her hair is a big, wild mess. I grin forgetting about the drool and reach up to push my hand into her hair. She looks down at me then her eyes get really big. She scrambles off me and pulls the covers
