When Hermione woke the next morning, she looked around, bleary eyed. Cedric and Draco were moving quietly but swiftly around her bedroom, packing her things. 'Do you think she'll want some books?' asked Cedric, gesturing towards the heap of spellbooks stacked on a chair. 'Of course she will, you know what Mione's like. Just her favourites though, we have plenty of reading material at the Manor', replied Draco who was folding sweaters. Groggy, she moaned 'Daddy?' to either one of them, confused. It was early and a saturday.

'Hello sleepy-head' crooned Cedric, 'we're just packing. Get dressed. We'll go eat some breakfast, then leave'

'Whaa-aat?' Hermione yawned.

'We're taking you to the Manor. Next week it's the Diggory's but for this weekend, you'll be getting to know your grandparents from my side', explained Draco in his silky voice.

Hermione took the clothes they'd lain out for her and changed in the bathroom, brushing her curls and teeth, then emerging to see a little suitcase under Cedric's arm. Draco was carrying two slightly bigger ones, full of his and Cedric's stuff. They went to eat breakfast, leaving the cases just outside the doors to the hall.

Hermione was perfectly docile. Cedric and Draco chatted amicably as she ate some pancakes. She enjoyed listening to their conversations- they were both so intelligent. She particularly loved it when the gifted Cedric helped her with spellcasting, teaching her lots of hard things her year hadn't been taught yet. He was keen she learn defense spells and hexes, but taught her girly things like how to turn things a glittering pink and transfigure trinkets into furry animals, just to enjoy her delighted giggles and grateful cuddles. Not to say that Draco didn't do things like this too. It was a refreshing change for Hermione to have a willing study companion, as opposed to having to nag Ron and Harry. He cared about her grades and encouraged her to take interest in subjects, not that she didn't already.

They flooed from Dumbledore's office to Draco's home. Hermione's jaw dropped and even Cedric looked impressed. 'It's so preeeettty' said his daughter in awe, causing Draco to grin, pleased. Everything was immaculate and dazzling. This was just his father's office but she loved it. Lucius's study matched the feel of the rest of the house. It was huge and tastefully decorated, with beautiful touches like antique furniture and a chandelier full of glowing candles because wizards didn't use electricity. Lots of surfaces were either crystal or a classy mahogany and there were accents of green and silver, typical Slytherin colours. It was very palacial and impressive, but comforting and welcoming.

Just then, Narcissa bounded excitedly into the room followed by an amused Lucius. 'Hello honey!' greeted the woman, engulfing Hermione in a loving hug. Narcissa was getting on a bit now, but was still ever so dazzling. She had her long platinum hair flowing in styled curls and her kind face was stunning, complimented by fushcia lipstick and light eye makeup around deep blue eyes. She had a slender but soft figure, and smelt like flowers and clean linen. Her husband stood back a little, not wanting to overwhelm the girl but smiled warmly, pleased to see Hermione and laughing at his wife's childlike antics. Lucius looked a lot like Draco but was more mature and measured, emitting strong waves of power and security, clearly the head of the family. He was wearing expensive looking, tailored robes, partly because of his important job and partly because that was just his way. His formality didn't make him seem unapproachable though. He was very handsome, subtle streaks of silver running through his long blonde locks, which looked silky and were tidily pulled back by a thin length of black velvet. He was tall and broad like his son, with slightly less defined muscles but a stouter build. Lucius's features were chiselled and he had grey eyes like Draco's, which held plenty of wisdom and compassion.

'Father, Mother, meet my-(upon witnessing Cedric's possessive scowl)our-Hermione', introduced Draco, laying an assuring and proud hand on Hermione's shoulder.

'I think I speak for us both when I say that it's a pleasure to have you here, granddaughter', said Lucius with a twinkle in his eyes, leaning down to meet Hermione's, and shake her hand.

Hermione nearly fainted when she saw her bedroom. It was a girl's dream to have such a bedroom. All of the textiles were luxuriously soft, in shades of light pink and cream. Her cream carpet was so thick and fluffy that it would've seemed even more comfortable than any bed in the world, had the one in that room not been so outstanding. It was a massive foor poster, dominating the surrounding space. Intricate carvings of flowers and fairies circled the beams and there were billowing curtains of shimmering, translucent, chiffon like material, pulled back around the headboard. They were a silvery white which held lots of different colours where the light caught them. The duvet was thick and warm, and filled with feathers. The sheets matched the colour scheme and there was just the right amount of different sized pillows, arranged symmetrically. Some were decorative, ornately beaded like the light throw tossed over the comforter. There was a large wardrobe, fully stocked with clothes for all different occasions, and a pretty dresser with a mirror, toiletries and gorgeous bottles of perfumes and sprays. Knowing how much Hermione loved reading, Narcissa had placed a bookshelf running almost the entire length of one wall. She'd left space for new additions but had thoughtfully placed books she thought Hermione might like. Most looked new and very expensive, books of wizarding fiction, fun cosmetic spellbooks that might show you how to fix split ends, give you violet eyecolours or perfect grace etc, wizarding crime novels, fairytales and so on. But some of them were old, practically falling apart and she knew these were the most valuable. Priceless treasures when it came to history, heirlooms passed through generations. There was a glimpse of an ensuite through an open door. It looked just as feminine and exquisite as the rest of the place. Hermione was speechless and moved almost to tears, Narcissa beaming at her appreciative and happy reaction.

For the rest of the weekend, Hermione felt so at home. She was showered with love and adoration from all sides, even from Lucius. She'd sit in his study, listening to him talk about work and answering everything he wanted to know about her. Narcissa took her shopping several times in Diagon Alley, where all of the personal shoppers knew her and treated them like royalty.

Draco and Cedric always stuck by her side though. On sunday night, both of them tucked her in.

Draco tenderly stroked her hair out of her face and after getting her settled, asked 'Have you had fun baby?', softly. He laughter at her enthusiastic nodding and gave her a big cuddle. Cedric spoke up, 'We're getting up quite early, for school. We have to grab some of our things then floo from Lucius's study'.