Authors note-Another story by Lucifer'sDraco. Hello, this is Brinkmess; your author was too damn lazy, so I had to auto check this and upload it myself. Don't leave any reviews for this bitch. Ugh....no seriously, you should leave her a review. She may not have worked, but it's the thought that counts. You should read my stories, they actually, have something going on. lolololol. (Not too much self promotion, right?) Guess who came up with the title? (And not too cocky either).


Disclaimer-I am sure by now you understand that we do not own these characters.

-Sweet Nectar-

Chapter One

Hermione was home after her summer classes at the local community college. It was around 8 o'clock at night and the day hadn't been the best of days. Her car was on E, she woke up late and hadn't eaten all day due to the outrageous prices at the cafeteria, and the very worst part of today was the failed calculus test she held in her hand. She went into the kitchen and began making a sandwich, wondering if continuing in a muggle school was the right choice.

Her parents had never had to worry about the money it would cost from having Hermione around and with her decision to go to school in the muggle world instead of taking the job that was offered to her by the ministry after Hogwarts, they were all struggling. But Hermione was only eighteen and wasn't ready to spend the rest of her life at work. Besides that, she was never sure that she wanted to be part of the wizarding world exclusively. She missed her muggle life and she just wanted to spend time in it a little longer before making a decision about her future destinations. So here she was pressed for money, rusty in all things muggle , being a burden to her parents and still she didn't even have a major picked out. Although she wanted to be in the muggle world, she didn't know what she'd be doing in it.

Hermione ate the last of her turkey sandwich and headed up stairs to her room. She threw her belongings on the floor by the door not bothering to turn on the light as she pulled her towel from the closet and headed for the bathroom. She stood in the shower for a long time then washed her face, hair and body until she herd her mother come home. Then feeling guilty for wasting utilities, she turned of the shower and quickly brushed her teeth with a bit less care than usual. She wrapped her towel around herself and left the bathroom.

"That you Hermione?" Her mom called. She did this almost every day although it couldn't really be anyone else. But her mom was always under the impression that just anyone would walk into the house. Hermione tried to explain that it was improbable that someone would just go into there house but to reassure her mother, she put up some spells to make certain of it. Still, her mom made a habit of checking that Hermione wasn't a robber before she came upstairs.

"Yah mom, it's just me." Hermione called down to her before shutting the door to her room. It was beyond her to understand why her mom thought a robber would be taking a shower up here but her mom never took chances.

Hermione walked trough her darkened room to the hamper and dropped her dirty clothes in before taking off her towel and using it to dry still wet hair. Hermione felt a lot better now that the day was over. Not that tomorrow would be any better but she just had to keep getting through it day by day. After all, in another two weeks, school would be out and she could finally get over to the Burrow and see everyone again.

She missed them already and it had only been half a summer. She needed to see them again, although with both Harry and Ron both in auror training, she might not see much of them after all. Ginny would be there to talk to and George visited after he closed the shop every once in while to eat a home cooked meal. But then she had an awful thought which in the past had of course been brought up but was now at the fore front of Hermione's own life.

Was it a bother to have to take care of her with so little money on hand?

It would do no good asking Mrs. Weasley. She insisted that everyone visit, no matter their finances. And she and Harry had over the past years. But now seeing how hard it was for her own parents she wondered if it really was okay. After all if Ron and Harry wanted to come to her house for the summer, there is no way that her parents would turn them down even though it would be hard on them. It would mean a lot of cut backs. And now she imagined all the cut backs that the Weasley's had made over the years to play host to two extra children in their house. Knowing this, Hermione decided it might be best to cancel her plans to visit, in hopes that one less mouth to feed would be a help to them if only in a small way.

She sighed a heavy sigh as she went through her underwear drawer. Now she had nothing to look forward to in these coming months. She wished that she had some wizards money, then at least she could go to Diagon Ally and get a book from Flourish and Blotts to keep up on her reading. All she had here were some books that were from her preteen years and a set of the Twilight book series that an old friend got her as a returning home gift and she could barley call that reading. She couldn't even bring herself to read the last book after finding out that Bella gets pregnant. Way to ruin a story. She read the True Blood series and was waiting for the next book to be published. She read a lot of muggle books since she'd come back. They were all good books in their own way, but when you already live in a magical world, the way they describe magic seems so ignorant. She was over come with boredom.

She pulled on her panties and thought about that kind of magical romance. She knew all about vampires and werewolf's, about wizards and beasts. They were a part of life for her now, but too be loved by something she didn't know anything about, that was from another world? Yah, she could see the appeal.

She pulled on a large black t-shirt so she could breath in this summer heat and turned on her fan before hanging her towel back in her closet and climbing into bed. Tomorrow she would write to the Weasley's, letting them know that she was just too busy to come visit this summer and then she'd look for a job at the mall before another dreadful day of calculus. She closed her eyes and wondered if Borders or Barnes and Nobles were hiring. Then she wondered if she should ask her mom for gas money before she went to sleep, then she thought about asking her dad in the morning when he got home from the graveyard shift of his second job, then she inquired about the warmth of her bed, the light breathing behind her and the arm she suddenly felt rapping around her middle.

She jumped from the bed at the speed of light, backed against the opposite wall, panting and trying to catch her breath. Her blanket stirred as the person beneath made to uncover themselves. Hermione went to her satchel bag still on the floor by the door and without looking away from the figure pulled her wand from the inside pocket and pointed it at the person. Who knew her mom would be right, even after Hermione's extra precautions to put her mother's worries at ease.

"Don't shoot Granger." said a male voice. "I swear, I didn't see much. It was dark." he said with a small laugh.

Hermione's face burned. How long had this stranger been here in her room watching her? She was so lost in thought that she… She shook her head. This voice was familiar. He called her Granger. Not a Friend. "Come out ." she demanded and the figure let the blanket fall to the ground as he stood from the bed. Even with just the bit of cloud covered moonlight from her half curtained window, Hermione could tell that long blond hair anywhere. "Malfoy?" she asked in such a state of shock that her wand dropped from her hand.

"Yo." He answered standing there smirking at her. He was naked, save for a pare of beat up jeans and from how low they rode on his hips, she was sure that there was nothing beneath them.

"Wh- what… just what?" Hermione asked with both of her hands palm up in front of her like the she could catch the answers and a look of confusion on her face.

"Yes well, it's a bit of a long story you see." he said as though just the thought of it tired him out. Hermione just continued to stare so he went on. "To made a long story short, I'll be staying here with you for a while." he finished, picking up the blanket, climbing back into her bed and lying down.

Hermione stood there a bit longer before she could finally put together the words he had just said. She stormed over to her bed and yanked the blanket off of him. "You'll be doing no such thing. Get out!" she yelled.

As he lazily sat up a muffle voice from down the hall could be heard. "Hermione? Are you okay?" Her mother yelled.

Hermione froze up. She lowered her voice as she spoke to Draco. "You have to get out of here. If my mum…No if my dad ever-"

Knock. Knock. "Hermione?" her mom asked. Her voice worried.

Hermione pulled Malfoy out of the bed and was about to shove him into her closet when her mom opened the door and flipped on the light.

"Mom?" Hermione began but stopped as she notice her mom searching around the room.

"Hermione, what happened? What was the yelling for?" her mom asked looking at her annoyed. "I though someone was in here."

Hermione stared at her mom and then looked up a Malfoy who only rolled his eyes. "You can't," She started now looking back at her mom. "see him?" "See him?" her mom repeated. Draco stepped between the two. "What are you talking about?"

Hermione fought the urge to look up at him as he spoke "I'll tell you about it tomorrow, as for now" he yawned. "I'm going to sleep" he stepped around her relax across her bed. She let her eyes trail him as he did.

"Hermione are you okay?" her mom asked her voice full of concern.

Hermione faced her again. "Sorry mom, it was…just a dream. Go back to bed." from behind her, Malfoy laughed and she tried not to scowl at her mother.

Her mom rubbed her shoulder giving it a small squeeze and left the room.

Hermione turned back to her bed and watched as Draco pulled up the blanket.

"Wait… you have to tell me what's going on here." she sounded a flustered.

Draco sat up and gave her a very serious look. "I'm a fey from the summer court." he said in a matter a fact tone . "And you're going to help me gain my mortality back," he said and then slammed his head back into the pillow and closed his eyes.

Hermione stood there, absolutely speechless….