The Baby Project

Chapter Twenty Five:

'Isn't it strange,
the way things can change?
The life that you lead,
turned on its head.
Suddenly someone,
means more than you felt for.
House and its yard,
turns into home.
Sorry but I meant to say,
Many things along the way.
This one's for you.

Have I told you I ache?
Have I told you I ache?
Have I told you I ache?
For you?'

CHRISTMAS EVE


Hermione's family flocked around Airyn like she was the best thing since
sliced bread.
None of them were aware that Hermione was actually a witch...so telling them
that Airyn wasn't actually a 'real' baby probably wouldn't be the best thing
in the world.

Instead, Hermione had told them the bare faced truth.

She and Malfoy were the proud parents of a beautiful baby girl.

Draco watched on from his place at the kitchen table as everyone started
swapping presents.


It was a funny old world, really.
They all oddly looked like each other...a few of Granger's cousins even had
her protruding teeth.
Well...the ones she used to have before Draco had accidentally given her the
excuse to reduce their size.

There was one small boy.
He must have been about five years old, and all he did was cling on to
Granger like she was his oxygen.
Maybe it was the fact that the little boy was used to being the youngest of
the family, and now suddenly Airyn was on the scene, and he felt jealous.

Draco didn't blame him.
With being an only child came the adoration and treats that came with the
title. He got what he wanted, when he wanted it. And he was so used to it,
that living without it was starting to wear a little thin.

But he had bigger responsibilities now, and he fully intended on treating
Airyn with the same love and affection that he himself was shown as a child.

"More pie, Draco?" Came Janet's voice in his ear.

He shook his head at her, before giving her a polite smile.
"I'm full, thank you"

She smiled back at him.
"I wouldn't worry about all this lot" She told him, looking around at her
family. "Half of them are going home for Christmas. The ones that are
staying are hardly any trouble"

Draco looked up at her.
"They're staying the night?"

She nodded.
She took a seat beside him at the table, putting the bowl of apple pie
in front of her.
"It's a family tradition, we do it every year"

Draco watched as Granger walked towards the table.
"Aunt Tina has kidnapped Airyn" She told them both with a sigh, before
plopping herself down next to her Mother. "It's highly unlikely that we'll
ever see her again"

Janet laughed.
"I told you to hide the baby before Tina got here, didn't I?"

Hermione laughed a little at the joke.
But she didn't feel like she was in any mood to laugh.

She and Malfoy still didn't seem quite right.
She couldn't understand what had made him act that way the other night. One
minute he was okay, and then as soon as he had gotten that damn letter, he
closed himself up and only communicated when he was looking after Airyn.

Any other time she could put up with it, but not when he was a guest in HER
house...
it was just plain ignorant.

"I'll go and see if I can salvage your daughter" Janet told the pair
humorously, as she got up from her chair and excited the kitchen.

Draco looked around him at the remaining people in the room.
Eating food, drinking anything on offer...looking happy.

"Have you enjoyed yourself today?" Hermione asked him simply, not liking the
silence between them.

He nodded.
"Not too bad...your family could be worse, I suppose"

She glared at him.
"What, and I suppose your family are full of festivities at this time of
year?" She asked him, folding her arms over her chest.

"Whats with the attitude?" He asked her casually, playing with the napkin
in front of him on the table.

"What's with your attitude?" She mimicked him.

Draco looked up at her then.
Her eyes were boring into him, trying to search him for answers that he
couldn't give her.

Did he have an attitude?
Maybe he did.
But after the other day, he had realised that he needed to figure himself
out, before she did it all for him.
It was a confusing thing, really. He knew he had changed, but it was
more than likely that he didn't want to admit that he had...

But then, if he hadn't changed; he wouldn't be the Father he is to Airyn
now.

Now there was something to think about.

So, why did he have an attitude with Granger?
It wasn't like she was to blame for his changes, was she?
Or was she?
Had she done it to him without him even realising it?

"Are you going to answer me, or are you going to sit and stare into space
all day?" She asked him, still waiting on his answer.

Draco shook his thoughts away.
"I didn't realise I had an attitude" He told her.

"Well, you've had one for a few days now" She answered him. "I don't know
what me or my family have done to offend you, but there really is no need
for you to be so distant with everyone"

Draco hadn't even noticed.
He had been so caught up in his own thoughts that he hadn't spared a thought
for anyone but himself and Airyn.


And now he was feeling guilty.
And Draco Malfoy had not felt guilt for along time.

"I apologise" He told her quietly.

Hermione stretched out her hands on the table, as though attempting to take
one of his in hers.
But she stopped herself.

Did Draco Malfoy just apologise to her?
That was probably the best progress they had made so far.

Hermione studied his face.
He seemed so lost in his own thoughts. Maybe he was thinking about
her...she knew he liked her because they had already slept together
on numerous occasions...

Maybe that's what was bothering him;
She wasn't with him for Christmas.

She wasn't with him full stop, because she was with Ron.

Hermione sighed.
She would have to be the bigger person here.
"I'm sure Parvati doesn't feel anything for Ron" She told him
sympathetically.

Draco shot a look at her.
What a strange statement... where the hell had Parvati Bloody Patil come
from?
...Or maybe she was saying it out loud in the hopes that she would be
right...

Maybe Granger did like Weasley after all.

He felt that hand squeezing his heart again...
He didn't like the thought of that one bit.

He shrugged.
"Maybe Weasley doesn't like Parvati, either..."

Hermione found it strange that she didn't seem to care all that much
anymore.
For some reason, the thought of Ron being with Parvati didn't hurt half as
much as the thought of Malfoy being with her...
And that scared her beyond belief.

"Hermione?" Paul's voice interrupted their conversation.

Both teenagers looked up, to find Paul holding Airyn in his arms; her tiny
pink all-in-one covering her from head to toe, and the lilac pacifier
bobbing up and down in her mouth slowly as she sucked on it.

Draco smiled.
She was looking at him avidly, whilst trying to rub her eyes through the
material of the babygrow that covered her tiny fingers.

"Is she ok?" Hermione asked her Father.

Paul smiled.
"She is now that she's firmly out of Tina's grasp." He said, swinging Airyn
slightly in his arms. "I tell you, this little Princess has become a firm
family favourite"

"Unlike me" Hermione said with a sigh. "Once they heard about Airyn, they
were all looking at me like I was some sort of slut...and you don't want to
know what they thought of Mal-" Hermione almost swore. "-Draco"

Paul rolled his eyes.
"You know your Mother's side of the family are prim and proper, Love" He
told her. "Look at your Mum and me. We weren't married, and we certainly
weren't old enough to know what responsibility was...but we got by, and look
how you ended up"

Hermione smiled at him.

Draco couldn't help the smirk that appeared on his face.
So the rest of Granger's family didn't like him, did they?

Well fuck them, because the only people that were worth his time inside the
house at the moment were the people who owned it.

'Why are you getting so defensive, Draco? It's never bothered you before
when Muggles didn't like you"

He knew why.
It was because it was Granger's family.

"I've just come to let you know that because there are more people than
there are beds, that your Aunt Tina will be sleeping in Draco's room
tonight" Paul told his daughter, bending down and putting Airyn into her
arms, who looked around curiously at the new position she was put in.

Draco frowned.
"So I take it I'm downstairs on the couch tonight?"

Paul shook his head.
"No, Uncle Henry is on the couch...he said it helps with his back spasms if
he doesn't sleep with Tina...can't think why..."

Hermione giggled.
"So is Draco on the beanbag by the television?"

Draco wanted to cry.
So now he was getting demoted because of stupid Aunt Tina?!

Paul shook his head again, giving his Daughter a smirk.
"Your cousin Chris is there"

Hermione gave him a confused look.
So...if he's not in his room, and he's not on the couch, and he's not on the
beanbag, then where -

"Your Mother and I have agreed that he can stay in your room for the night"
Paul told her casually. "He can have the spare mattress under your bed, and
the blanket and pillows from the cupboard under the stairs"

Hermione couldn't even blink.
Had she just heard her Father right?

"I suppose it would work out better when it comes to Airyn" He told them,
seeing their confused faces. "At least then you can both take it in turns,
instead of struggling with insomnia"

Draco smirked.
Of all the things that Mr.Granger could say; he hadn't expected that in the
slightest.

"It's only for tonight, mind you" Paul then told them, seeing the look in
Draco's eyes. "Everything will go back to normal tomorrow night"

Hermione nodded her head.
Inside, she couldn't help but feel excited and disappointed at the same
time.

For once in her life, she was extremely glad that her fat Aunt Tina was
staying over at Christmas.

Malfoy was going to be sleeping in her room...with her there
too.

"I need to go and make the bed up" Paul told them as he walked towards the
kitchen door. "I think Chris wants to see you in the Living room, 'Mione"

Draco watched him disappear from the door.
Then he turned to Granger and got her attention with his eyes.

"So...me and you in a bedroom..." His voice sounded dangerously low, and his
eyes were glistening with some sort of twinkle that she had never seen
before. "...that should be pleasant..."

Hermione gulped.
What was he insinuating by the word 'pleasant'?

"You're on the floor, Malfoy" She told him simply, trying not to let her
voice show how nervous she had suddenly become at the prospect of him being
with her all night. "Don't get any ideas"

Draco grinned at her.
"Nothing you haven't already thought of"

If the truth were told, then Draco wasn't expecting anything.
They certainly weren't there yet...hell, they had only managed a few kisses,
and none of them had been whilst they were in this house...

He just liked to see how far he could push her before she caved in and
showed him exactly what she was thinking...and surprisingly, she was
thinking the very thing that he hadn't expected of her.

And that pleased him more than anything.

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Hermione munched on a green chocolate triangle from her Quality Street tin.
Her eyes could not leave the television in front of her.


..."Dear Red. If you're reading this, you've gotten out. And if you've
come this far, maybe you're willing to come a little further. You remember
the name of the town, don't you? I could use a good man to help me get my
project on wheels. I'll keep an eye out for you and the chessboard will be
ready. Remember, Red. Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and
no good thing ever dies. I will be hoping that this letter finds you, and
finds you well. Your friend. Andy." ...

Aha...so that's what the stone was for!
No matter how many times she read a Stephen King novel, she was never
prepared for the amazing way in which he could tell a story. She had read
'The Shawshank Redemption' many times, and yet the ending still got
her, every time.

But this was the first time she had seen it on film.
And by the look on Malfoy's mesmerized face, she was sure that he had never
really taken the time to figure out the joys of Muggle entertainment...

He had been silent throughout the whole film.
The only sound she could hear from his was his breathing, which seemed to
hitch every now and again as more of the story unraveled before his eyes.

Hermione had been slightly disappointed when Malfoy had chosen to take a
seat opposite her on one of the chairs in the living room, instead of next to
her on the couch. But that had been forgotten about once her Dad had put the
film on.

And now her whole family, including Aunt Tina, Uncle Henry and cousin Chris,
were watching the film avidly.

That was until Airyn could be heard bawling on the baby monitor.

Hermione rolled her eyes.
She had such good timing.

Hermione half expected Malfoy to shoot up, and run up the stairs. But he
didn't even flinch.
He was far too busy indulging himself in his new found favourite past time,
to spare a thought for Airyn.
Hermione was well aware that television would be the death of any man.

She got up from the couch, realising that no one had even bothered to study
her motives.
"It's ok" She told them sarcastically. "I'm not enjoying the film in the
slightest...I'll go"

No one batted an eyelash.
Not even Malfoy!

So Hermione stomped up the stairs, making sure her sighs of irritation were
heard all the way up them.
When she turned on the landing and walked to her room, she suddenly got into
full mother mode.
Opening the door of her room, she walked in; the dim shimmer of the
night light illuminating the crib by the window.

Hermione walked over and peered into the crib, seeing Airyn's face all
screwed up as she continued to bawl.
"It's ok baby" She told her, gently picking her up, out of the crib.
"Mummy's here now"

Hermione rocked her in her arms, knowing that she didn't need feeding
because she had been fed less than an hour ago...so that could only mean one
other possibility...

Hermione lay her daughter down on the bed, unclipping the underneath of her
babygrow, to get to the diaper inside.

"Urgh..." She moaned. "This never gets old.."

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"And then the ships went BOOM! You really need to see that film,
Drake! It's really good, and there are loads of soldiers and everything!"

Draco felt like hitting his head against a brick wall.
He had absolutely no idea what this kid was going on about.

What the bloody hell was a gun?

"But the army ships are the best, even though my Dad said that it's not a
real army ship, because they wouldn't let them have any on the film set,
apparently-"

"Chris, I'm sure Drake doesn't want to be bored by your stories" Came
Henry's irritatingly sour drawl.

Where the hell did 'Drake' come from, anyway?

He hadn't even noticed that Granger had disappeared until Paul had turned
the film off.
He had asked Draco if he thought it was any good, to which Draco could only
answer with a nod of the head.

Good? It was bloody fantastic!
For once, the Muggle world had something that the Wizarding world would
surely envy!
Draco had decided that from then on, he would have to take every ample
opportunity to turn on the 'goggle box' (As Granger's Dad so fondly
called it) and take a look at what else he could watch...

"-I disagree, Tina" Henry said from his place on the couch, midway through
conversation. "Those funny little make believe films that you watch are a
load of old tripe...give me a good old fashioned war film, any day"

Tina turned her nose up at him.
"My films are not tripe...it just so happens that I happen to be a fan of
fiction"

Henry barked in laughter.
"You mean like those stupid films with Fairies and Witches?" He asked her.
"They're a load of bullocks!"

Tina looked at him sternly.
"Henry! Watch your language!"

Draco smirked.
This man really had no idea what he was talking about.

"I like Fairies" Christopher announced from his place on the floor, besides
Draco's leg. "They're very pretty, and they have magic wands that can grant
your wishes"

Draco snorted.
Was THIS the stuff that Muggle kids learned at School? Draco had a feeling
that a lesson was due to the small boy.
"On the contrary" He spoke up, seeing Henry's eyes glance over to him.
"Fairies have a nasty bite, and the wands that they have are only used to
cast nosey-parkers away from their forests..."

Chris looked at him with big eyes.
"But...but, what about Tinkerbell?"

Draco frowned.
Who the bloody hell was that?

"Pish-tosh" Henry announced with a laugh. "He's just trying to ruin your
imagination, Christopher"

Draco felt his blood begin to boil.
"Actually, I'm giving him a lesson" He told the old man. "And just for
Christopher's information; the last I heard, Tinkerbell was used as a pet
name for a man's penis"

Tina's mouth opened in shock.
Chris started laughing gleefully from his place on the floor, whilst Henry
watched as Draco got up from his place and walked out of the room.

"Such arrogance!" Tina said quietly, still in shock.

Henry nodded his head.
He didn't know where that boy had come from, but he certainly had no
manners.


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"They are the biggest gang of wankers that I have ever had the displeasure
of meeting..."

Hermione wanted to glare at him and defend them...but he was completely
right.

They were nowhere near her favourite Aunt and Uncle, and if truth be told
she could honestly say that she did despise them quite a lot...but then,
that happened in every family, didn't it?

"I mean-" He carried on, pacing back and forth on the carpet of her bedroom.
"-What right do they have to shoot ME down?!" He asked her angrily. "Do they
not know who I am?"

Hermione laughed at him, despite the look her gave her.
"Malfoy, to them your just an average Joe..."

He frowned at her.
"My names not Joe" He spat at her sarcastically. "But that doesn't
excuse the fact that they could have been a lot nicer with their stinking
attitudes"

"Pot, kettle and black come to mind, Malfoy" Hermione told him matter of
factly, still patting Airyn on her back gently. "In the Muggle world, no one
has any idea about who you OR your family are....the Malfoy name is nothing
here"

Draco scowled at her, and then plopped himself down onto her comforter in a
huff.
He decided that he didn't like this new turn of events.
He had never been looked down on for what he was before...he got the feeling
that he was being trodden on, like shit on the bottom of their shoes...

So that was what it felt like to be called a Mudblood?

"Well, I don't like it" He protested, folding his arms over his chest like a
spoiled child.

Hermione was instantly reminded of what he was like a few months
ago...in fact, she had the feeling that his old arrogant-
prick-of-a-self was going to make a reappearance...

"Don't frown so much" She told him in a whisper. "You'll get premature
wrinkles"

Draco frowned even more in disgust.
How was he going to get through the rest of tomorrow with that old coot
downstairs?

'There's always my new found friend, the 'goggle box'...' He thought
to himself.

Ah! Que surprise...he had just spotted one in the corner of Granger's room.

Draco stood from the chair suddenly, and then made his way over to the
television set.
Hermione watched him curiously as he inspected it. And her eyes grew wide
when she saw him hit it on it's side, trying to find the way to turn it on.

"Malfoy!" She spat, trying to shield Airyn's ears from the noise. "She's
just starting to drift off!"

Her looked at her apologetically.
"I think the bloody thing's broken" He told her, talking about the T.V. "The
images won't appear in the box..."

Hermione rolled her eyes.
She got up from her place on the bed, and placed Airyn into her crib. Then
she made her way to the other side of the room, where Malfoy was having
trouble.

She gently pushed past him, and flicked a button on the side of the
television.
The images suddenly came into view on the screen.

"Magic!" Draco said under his breath.

"Decidedly not" Hermione answered him, smirking at the look of awe on his
face.

He would probably burst with excitement if he found out what a toaster
did...

Hermione was about to tell him how to channel-hop, when she found he was no
longer at her side.
She looked around her room quickly, until she saw him lying there in the
middle of her bed. Shoes on and everything!

"What do you think you're doing?" She asked him with a raised eyebrow.

Draco seemed half distracted, trying to see past her to where she was
blocking his view from the T.V.
"I'm knitting" He told her casually. "What does it look like"

Hermione folded her arms over her chest. She closed her eyes and counted to
ten, trying to regain her patients that had decided to take a backseat.
"Would you mind telling me exactly why you are on my bed...and with
your shoes on, no less!"

Draco smirked at her.
He suddenly flicked his shoes off, flinging them in her general direction.
"Oh Granger...you prude" He teased lightly, resting his head on both arms
behind his head, making himself more comfortable. "Don't tell me you've
never had a boy on your bed before...or in it, either..."

Hermione scowled at him this time.
"I knew there was a reason to still slightly hate you"

Draco suddenly brought one hand to his heart, faking being wounded.
"Oh Granger....you've hurt me deep" He suddenly grabbed a pillow from behind
his head and flung it at her. "Either get over here or leave the
room...either way I want you out of the way of the box"

Hermione sighed heavily.
And then she suddenly felt uncomfortable.
What did she do? Did she leave the room and go downstairs...or did she take
her place next to him on the bed?
On HER bed?

'Dammit...there goes the last of my sanity...'

Hermione slowly approached the bed, first sitting down slowly on the edge
and staying there.
What was she being so timid for? It was HER bed, for fuck sakes!

"Granger" He said casually from behind her, his head propped up on the
pillows and headboard. "Get your arse up this end, I can't see the
tele-bopsie with your magnificently bushy head in the way"

Hermione looked around at him.
"Tele-bopsie?"

He shrugged.
"I don't know how to pronounce the bloody thing, do I?" He told her. "I was
only introduced to my new friend not two hours ago...we're still making
acquaintances..."

Hermione picked at her bedsheets for a moment, wondering whether she should
obey Malfoy, or stay where she was.

"For god's sake, Granger" He said finally with a sigh. "I don't bite, you
know"

Hermione smirked, looking up at him.
"Oh, I have it on very good authority that you do"

He said nothing. Instead, he patted the bed beside him in a friendly
gesture, and then watched as she gave in and scooted further up the bed
until she was sitting beside him.

If he didn't know better, he could have sworn he saw the feigntest smile on
her face before she moved.

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"I don't get it"

"He's in love with her!"

"But how? He spent years hating everything that her type stood for!"

"Well, obviously he had a change of heart..."

Draco just didn't get it.
Maybe this was why televisions weren't introduced to the Wizarding
world...they were far too complicated to watch, and the programs were likely
to make your head explode...

"Well, that's just stupid" He told her casually, putting his hand inside the
nachos bag and taking out a rather large handful.
He could get used to this. Muggle snack food was actually quite a novelty
for him...he never realised they had such good taste when it came to their
taste buds.

Hermione sighed, keeping her eyes on the television.
"It's not stupid...it's just the way he sees her, now"

Hermione hadn't realised just how comfortable she had gotten, not realising
that her body was now almost touching Malfoy's, and she was now sharing the
same pillow as him.

But I guess that's what you got when you watched a full season re-run of
Buffy The Vampire Slayer.

"I can see why he finds her attractive" Draco told her absentmindedly,
through a mouthful of nachos. "But she was a complete and utter cow to him
for years...or maybe thats why he likes her?"

"Spike's a sick puppy" Hermione admitted.

But he was damn hot!

"He's probably the only character I can remotely stand..."

Hermione smirked.


'I wonder why that is...?'

She withdrew her eyes from the television and looked at the alarm clock on
the other side of Malfoy.

"Oh my god...it's 3am!" She whispered to him quietly.

Draco looked round at the clock, also.
"Well bugger me backwards...doesn't time fly when you're fighting Vampires
and living on a Hellmouth..."

Hermione gave him a strange look.
"I think you are too easily influenced by the television..."

Draco frowned at her.
"I am not...but I would like to meet half the people in these programs..."

Hermione snorted.
Aha...now she knew why he was so taken with the bloody thing...
"Malfoy...the television programs aren't real, you know?"

Draco pushed himself into a sitting position and looked at her.
"Come again?"

Hermione smiled at him. He was looking down on her now from his sitting
position as she lay still on the bed.
"All those programs we have watched tonight are ficticious..."

"Meaning?" He asked her, raising an eyebrow.

Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Meaning that Spike and Maulder and Skully and all of your
other new friends aren't real...they're played by actors"

Draco took this in for a moment.
Well...how was he to know?

Draco came to the conclusion that the Muggle world could only create a
fiction world for themselves, as they were obviously missing the magical
touch of something that was right in front of them.
So Muggles didn't know that Vampires were actually real?

They had a lot to learn...

Hermione closed her eyes momentarily; she yawned and then stretched.

Draco glanced down at her, and immediately wished he hadn't.
As she stretched her arms above her head, her pert breasts stuck out to
tease him. He looked at them for a moment, taking in the way they made his
hands burn to touch them.

Hermione chose this exact moment to open her eyes.

They looked at each other for a moment, wondering what the other was
thinking.
Hermione felt chills run down her spine at the thought of Malfoy looking at
her so intimately, thinking that she had not seen him.

Draco subconsciously lowered his upper body further down to the bed, his
chest almost grazing hers as he hovered above her slightly, but on his side.
He wasn't quite sure what he was doing, and he was sure that his body was
about to betray him in a big way...but just looking into her hazel eyes, he
knew that he didn't care because it meant that he got to touch her again.

Hermione noticed him getting closer.
Did they risk this? Did they risk being caught by her Mum and Dad on HER
bed? ...doing god knows what?
And if they were going to risk doing something...then what was it that they
were going to risk?

Hermione knew that sex was out of the question.
On both of their parts, it was likely that sex would never come into it.
Neither of them knew what was happening, so the thought of intercourse was
out of the window before either of them could contemplate it further...

But wasn't that what they were seriously thinking of doing not a few weeks
ago?
Hadn't her body given in willingly to him then?

Draco could see all sorts of conflicting emotions running through her. He
could tell that she was slightly anxious about his position. He knew she
wasn't experienced in the slightest, she didn't have to tell him that for
him to realise it.
And yet, a few weeks ago he could have swore that she knew every trick in
the book...the way she managed to tempt him, and the way she managed to make
him feel so strongly for her through clouded passion...

Draco felt his lips graze hers before he knew what he was actually doing.
His upper body was almost on top of her now, and his left arm had shot out to
one side of her head, to hold his position above her.

Hermione felt herself being drawn to him, almost as if her body had been
waiting for this moment all along. She shuddered in contentment when his
lips slowly touched hers...a whisper of a kiss on her lips.
She found herself desperately wanting to deepen it, wanting to feel more of
him on her than she ever had before.

But as soon as it was there; it was gone again.
She looked at him with an anxious look on her face as his body left hers,
and got up from the bed altogether.
Draco didn't face her; he kept his back to her the whole time, until he had
turned off her television on the opposite side of the room.

"What's wrong?" She asked him quietly.
She heard the quiver in her voice, wondering if he had noticed it, too.

"We can't do this" He told her in a low voice. "It's too hard"

Hermione drew in a shaky breath and put her head back further into the
pillows.
She closed her eyes and decided that he wasn't really there.

So this was how he was going to be? One minute he was at boiling point, and
the next he was as cold as ice.

"Let's just leave it, then" She told him finally, finding herself glaring at
his back. "What you don't have won't hurt you when it's gone"

He still didn't turn and look at her.

"What you don't have hurts all the more when you know you can't have it"

And with that, he walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

Hermione closed her eyes and tried to stop herself from screaming in
frustration.

'Merry fucking Christmas to you, too...'




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A/N:

Thankyou all so much for being so patient!!!

I'm thinking that these chapters will now come in weekly installments.

I think that I shall post one chapter a week, and then go from there depending on where i am with the progress...(though i expect to be asking a few of you for some much needed help soon...but you will see why when i get there lmao!!)

I'm really sorry to disappoint anyone with this news, but I'm kind of taking it hard at the moment as my life has kind of come to a stand-still.

My Step mother is doing better, so thankyou to everyone who enquired on her health and it is greatly appreciated!

I hope this chapter wasn't too much of a let down for you...but i can promise you now;

the next one is even better!!!!


As i have said before;
If you want me to notify you with updates then just leave your email addy on a review and i will contact you as soon as i have updated.

Again, THANKYOU for all of your support!