Draco's POV:

Ginny stares at the letter in my hands, a bit confused. She unfolds it and starts to read.

"Dearest Daughter,

Your father and I wanted to have the whole family for Thanksgiving, and all of your friends are invited too.

Please write back soon,

Much love,

Molly"

Ginny sighs in relief. "We're all invited to my mother's Thanksgiving party, basically."

I nod. "You want to go, I assume?" I ask Hermione. She nods eagerly.

"Of course! Although...if you want to spend the day with your parents then-" She starts to ramble, and I would never admit this to anyone but herself, but her ramblings were quite cute. The way she could continue to talk about something she was passionate about for hours and hours, was a rare and...rather attractive quality of hers.

"I'll see them later," I assure her. "There's no need to make a scene." I frown thinking about how much the Weasley's probably hated me.

Pregnant Potter-To-Be fiddles with her letter. "I could ask if your parents could come..."

I shake my head. "Very generous of you, but I don't think your mother would appreciate the man who was on the side that killed her son being in her house." I shudder thinking about it. My father and her father had never exactly been on the best terms, it was probably for the best that he didn't go.

"Nonsense!" She exclaims. "He'll be Hermione's father-in-law, he must come. Besides, if he does anything wrong I can just tie him up, right?" She grins at me, a bit evilly. How Slytherin.

I gulp. "Of course!"

Hermione giggles from beside me. "I think Mum will get along wonderfully with Narcissa, they both love cooking, planning, throwing parties, mingling, they're almost the same person!"

I stare at her, a bit confused.

"We both call her mum, since we've lost ours." Harry explains, his arm around Potterette-To-Be's waist. "She's always been like a mum to us, so." He shrugs.

My brain thinks back to the moment when I told Hermione I could find a way to undo the Obliviate charm. It's true, it had been done with one of the Death Eater's children.

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"Who ARE you!" Miscella screamed at her mother and father.

"Your parents, my baby girl," Her mother cooed.

"You aren't my parents!" Miscella screeched. She cowered in fear, hiding and burrowing herself into the corner of the room.

I step out of the shadows. "Miscella, they are telling the truth." I drawl, pulling out my wand. She cowers in fear.

"Wh-what are you going to d-do to m-me?" She stutters.

"Bring back your memory," Her father explains. "He's going to remove the charm-"

"Magic isn't r-real you f-fool!" She cries, covering her face and chest with her arms and hands.

"He's helping you, darling," Her mother pleads. "Just let him do it!" She hands me a vial of her memories, ones filled with strong emotions about her daughter.

"Thank you." I frown at the pitiful girl in front of me. I pull out my wand and slowly pull out a single memory from the jar.

"H-how?" Miscella asks.

"Magic." I monotone. "This will hurt."

I thrust my wand into the side of her head, forcing the memory into her brain.

She screams and screams in pain, and her father embraces her mother. Miscella eyes begin to water.

I pull out another memory, one full of happiness and bliss. A memory where she was so happy, that it would momentarily block out the pain.

I jab my wand into the side of her head once again. She looks fearful, but relaxes as the memory over takes her. Her eyes begin to glaze over.

I pull a vial out of my robe pockets. Memento Mei, a potion I invented to bring back her memories.

I shove the contents of the vial down her throat and her mother gasps.

"She's hurting!" She screams.

"You want her back, don't you?" I ask.

She slowly nods. "Just...don't let her suffer."

I give her a terse nod and continue with the process.

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Instead of saying anything, I just nod. "Of course, well I'll owl my parents to expect an invite."

I start to head up the stairs and Hermione tags along. "So...uh...what are your Christmas plans? I'm going to the Burrow I think so um..." She trails off.

"My mother will be throwing a New Years ball. Astoria, Pansy, Theo, Blaise and I obviously will be there. They all have their own rooms, and you'll have to talk to my mother actually. She might want everybody to be there, and I mean everybody." I open the door to our room and motion for her to head inside.

"Wow. You must have a really big ballroom." She comments.

I chuckle. "Perks of living in a manor."

She hums. "Why don't we see if we can spend Christmas at Mum's, sorry, Molly's, then the next day we all just head over to your 'humble' abode?"

I ponder it. "My mother would surely be fine, though my father might be ah..." I think about it. He would certainly not mind my friends, he had known them his whole life, in fact, he had chosen them for me. With Hermione he would have to be fine with because I was marrying her, but I wasn't too sure about the rest of her crew.

"Scandalized?" She offers.

"Yeah." I plop down on our bed, well, on the bed that was currently hers. "Definitely."

She sits beside me, not caring that I was on her bed. "I think that it would be nice. Molly's always been a second mum to me, and your mother will be a third mum to me. I'd really love for my family to all get along."

I take her hand and caress her palm with my thumb. "Then I'll help you get that."
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"WAKE UP!" Hermione screeches into my ear. (I swear this woman was not entirely human!)

I sit up abruptly, so abruptly that I fall, once again, off the couch.

Pain shoots through my head and body as I make contact with the ground. "What was that for?" I groan and rub my head.

She shrugs. "You were going to miss class." She places a plate full of steaming eggs, bacon, pancakes, sausage, potatoes and fruit in front of me. "Made this for you."

"Thanks," I mumble, shoving the eggs in my mouth.

"Packed your bag too, hurry up you lazy arse!" She complains, flipping through a book.

"I'm thryin!" I hiss through a mouthful of delicious pancakes. I shovel more food into my mouth.

"We have to go to Defence Against the Dark Arts!" She scowls. "I don't fancy being late and if we are because you can't bloody wake up on time, I just might stab someone!" She throws her hands in the air and huffs.

I swallow the rest of my orange juice and stand up. I pick up my bag and start to head out the door. "Come on! We'll be late!" I mimic her.

As we step into the DADA classroom, I see a cage. There's nothing in it, well it looks like there's nothing in it, but I can hear random noises and I can see the cage thrashing around.

I take a seat next to Hermione, who as always, is prepared to do anything.

"Today," our latest DADA professor exclaimed."We will be learning how to produce a patronus." The tall, brunette professor rambled on about how to produce a patronus charm. He was at least three inches taller than me, a brunette with bright blue eyes, and was in his early forties. "You have the rest of class, begin!"

I heard several snickers from the members of Dumbledore's army about producing a patronus.

"Expecto Patronum!" Hermione cries. A brilliant, flashing otter dances out of her wand.

"Very good, Miss Granger! 10 points to Gryffindor!" The professor exclaims.

I huff. "Can't be too hard."

Hermione smirks. "Do it then."

"Expecto Patronum!" I say, thinking of a happy memory. I think of the time my father got me and my team the Nimbus 2001s, but only a wisp of silver smoke erupts from the tip of my wand.

I hiss. "Bloody charm!"

Hermione laughs. "If you need help, you can just ask, you know."

I snort. "I don't need!-" She shoots me a knowing look. "I need help," I admit, sighing.

She steps behind me and places her hand over mine. "Think of a happy memory. Don't think about getting presents or something like that, imagine true happiness. Something very dear to you."

I think of the time that we shared together, just Hermione and I.

"Come on!" I laugh.

"No! I'm going to die!" She whimpers, snuggling further into my body to avoid the bludgers.

"You have to try," I snort. She pushes herself further into my arms, and I can't help but feel happy, I felt safe, I felt...loved.

"I am! It's just..." She squirms and I wrap my arms around her a little tighter.

"You'll get the hang of it soon enough." I assure her.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" I yell.

A shimmering ferret emerges from my wand. I hiss. "Very funny." Of bloody course, my patronus had to be a god damn ferret. A bloody...FERRET! Slythering Salzar, I did not appreciate this.

God no, think about Harry's reaction!

"HARRRRYYYYYY!!!!" Hermione screeches, giggling. She beckons him over. "DO IT AGAIN!" She orders me. She looks so happy, her smile is so wide and pure, that it convinces me to do it again, despite the embarrassment.

"Expecto Patronum!" I say. The ferret bounces out of my wand and dances over to Hermione. She giggles playfully as it scurries along her shoulers.

"IT'S A FERRET!" Harry exclaims.

"WHAT'S A FERRET?" Blaise yells over. His eyes widen as he sees my patronus, he starts chortling and tells the rest of the group.

I pout. Hermione giggles softly and comes over to me. She wraps her arms around my waist, and I feel the need to protect this girl, no matter what might happen.

"Thank you, Ferret, for amusing me." She sighs. "Which memory did you use?"

I tense, but she doesn't notice, or if she does, she doesn't say anything. "The one of my father being pardoned," I lie. At this point, being Slytherin, lying had become second nature to me. I was able to let the words flow smoothly from my lips without a hitch.

She nods her head. "Well it certainly worked."

"Class dismissed!" The proffesor calls.

I shove my wand in my pocket and pick up my school bag.

As soon as we leave the classroom, Hermione pulls me to the side.

"What are you-" I ask her, but she slaps a hand over her mouth.

She pulls me through the halls and leads me to an empty classroom. It's dark and dingy, and it looks like nobody's

She sits down on one of the desks and motions me to sit across from her. "We need to talk." She says, looking me dead in the eye.

I freeze, this was not going to be good.