A/N: Here's chapter 4, as Draco tells Hermione to follow him. Still thinking about how I want the story to go. Haven't written the next chapter but hopefully it'll be done by the weekend. Look out for it. View, Review and Enjoy

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Hermione and Draco walked back onto the bright cobblestone road of Diagon Alley. It was noticeably more crowded now, making it easy for the pair to move around without being too conspicuous. Hermione clutched her bag close to her again and stared at Malfoy's back as he parted the crowd in front of them.

He could have arrested me right then and there but he didn't. I can't believe this is happening. But what is happening?

The inquisitive nature of old Hermione had not died but it had been locked away and replaced by something more paranoid. Currently the two were fighting for precedence in her mind. Malfoy hadn't said much after he told her to follow him. He walked out into the hallway but then glared back at her when remained frozen in the dressing room. He all but dragged her out, giving her little time to get anything more than her messenger bag. They left through the back door as quickly as possible.

"...I'll have to call into the office to let them know I'm not coming back in today." He wasn't speaking to her and seemed to be purposely ignoring her for the moment, but every now and then he would spare a glance to make sure she was still behind him.

Why was I still here? I could run back to the Wizard's Trap and go back to normal, my normal. Just pretend that I didn't see him. But that was the thing, I did see him and he saw me and now he knew who I was. What if he still gave me away? Lost in her thoughts, she just followed him obediently.

"... did you stay hidden for so long?" Malfoy's voice broke through her thoughts again.

"What?" she rasped out. Talking hurt her throat after as she had been crying a few minutes before.

He was looking at her now and repeated, "How did you stay hidden for so long? Like you said, someone should have recognized you."

Clearing her throat, Hermione replied, "I don't really look like this. I use glamour and beauty charms to alter my appearance."

"And you couldn't have done something about your hair," he laughed derisively while pointing at it.

She grabbed at a few strands insecurely, "My hair defies all laws, magical and muggle. Any charm or product I use wears off after about an hour." Then she glared at him, "And I happen to like my hair. One of the last things that's me."

He looked down at the ground and then kept walking. Hermione had to run to keep up this time.

When they had walked to the end of the road, he finally turned back to her and said, "This is the spot. Hold on to me." Before she could ask what he meant, they blinked out of the alley.

"...glamour and beauty charms to alter my appearance," Granger said.

Draco studied her again a bit more critically. He couldn't really tell if there were any charms in effect but I guess that was the point. Her nose looked kind of puggy but cute because it match her round cheeks, but her lips were still pulled tight. She hadn't stopped biting them since they had left the strip club and they looked cracked and slightly red. They'll start bleeding if she doesn't stop. Her skin was still pale, the freckles were there and a mole on her neck he saw when her hair would let him. Now that hair was Granger's hair!

"And you couldn't do something about your hair?" Draco laughed.

She grabbed some her hair and said, "My hair defies all laws, magical and muggle. Any charm or product I use wears off after about an hour. And I happen to like my hair. One of the last things that's me." She was looking angrily at me and I couldn't hold her gaze. Her fire is coming back slowly, but for all the wrong reasons.

I turned away and kept walking down the road. Upon reaching the Apparation point, Draco told her to hold his hand and away they went.

After finally feeling like her lungs could expand, Hermione gulped in some air and opened her eyes. She was in a small living room that was bare but still spoke of its worth. A fireplace made of black marble stood to her right, facing the window covered by grey curtains. A green high-backed chair and a matching couch sat in front of it. Malfoy led her through the door on their left leading to the bedroom. It was a modest double bed with a grey down comforter. Until she saw it, Hermione didn't know just how tired I was. This day has taken a toll on me and it's not even dark yet.

"This is where you will stay until I figure out what to do from here," Malfoy said as Hermione walked up to the bed. "The bathroom is through that door over there. You have this place to yourself. I usually use this flat to entertain guests. Polly!"

With a loud crack, a small creature appeared between us and Hermione fell to the floor in shock. Malfoy looked down at her with unreadable eyes. He extended his arm to her and said to his house-elf, "Polly, can you please get Ms. Granger something to eat and some clothes to sleep in for tonight. She'll be staying over for awhile".

Polly bended low, her long, bulbous nose touching the floor, and then said, "Yes Mr. Malfoy". Then Polly disappeared again.

Hermione grabbed Malfoy's hand and he helped her up. "Polly will take care of you," he assured. "If you have any problems, tell her and she'll find me." Without another word, Malfoy walked out of the bedroom and a faint click was heard as another door was opened and closed.

Hermione spun in the room. What would happen now?

Draco walked out of the guest house and towards the Manor. Slipping through the side door, he walked through the drawing room and into the living room where he saw Astoria sitting there, sipping tea and reading the latest Witch Weekly. Upon hearing his footsteps, she looked from the article about the steps to getting the perfect white teeth and saw her fiance enter the room.

"Draco darling, I didn't hear you come in. Shouldn't you still be at work?" Draco usually comes home after 7 if there aren't any missions to attend to.

He looked a bit preoccupied but then he walked over to her. He took a place behind her chair and leant down to kiss her forehead. "I thought I come home early and surprise you, Toria. Haven't you miss me?"

She reached around the chair and grabbed his hand, giving it a tender kiss. "I always miss you, Draco. This is a sweet surprise."

Draco walked around the chair and took her by the hand, kneeling dramatically in front of her. "Now, the future Mrs. Malfoy, would you accompany to the dining room for our evening meal?" He ended it with a flourish of his other hand towards their destination.

Giggling, she stood up as he got off the ground, "Certainly, Mr. Malfoy."

"Where is that girl!?" Mr James screamed, pushing all the dressing room doors open.

Girls screamed out in a few, shielding their bodies but he didn't care. Nothing anyone hadn't seen before. He was getting increasingly angry as he looked for her again and again. Looking into her dressing room again, he saw the white wings thrown over the chair in the corner. But that girl isn't here!

She was late again. She knew what would happen if she was late again. He grinned a little in perverse delight. But his show was going to suffer without her. If she wasn't there, the gentlemen would leave early and that would reduce profits. It was too late to change the line up and use another girl.

"Mr James, we can't find her either." The other girls had run up to him. Had no one seen her?

He growled a little then said, "Go on out there then. We will go without her. I'll talk to her tomorrow." The girls looked down and rushed off to get ready. No one wanted that talk, and they didn't want to be around if he decided to practice the talk on her first.

Mr James looked to the ceiling, I will find you girl, if you know what's good for you.