A/N: Wow. Fourth Chapter. Yay! Don't hate me for not updating so fast but I had to do some stuff for school and since school's started well… I think it'll be one chapter every 2 weeks. I know that seems long but hopefully I'll be finished writing the story and all I'll have to do is update which will be once a week if I finish. Anyways, thanks to all my reviewers! Reviewers: (Order newest to oldest)

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Now…time for the story…

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Chapter 4: Explosives, Innuendos and Old Age Bitterness

Ginny looked at Blaise right after he groaned and asked, "Are you alright, Zabini?"

He glanced up at her. "Er…yeah, Weasley. Fine."

"Well Granger, Weasley, don't just stand there." Malfoy said in his slow drawling accent. "Take a seat. It's your compartment too, if you haven't already forgotten the perks of being a Head, Granger."

The girl in question glared sharply at him, her vibrant brown eyes flashing angrily. "For your information, Malfoy, out of the two of us, you're the most likely to forget the responsibility of your position and just remember the things that'll benefit you."

He arched an eyebrow at her sharp tongue before smirking at Hermione. She found it a little suspicious though. There was a glint in the blonde's eyes, almost roguish and his smirk was wide, almost as if he knew something that she didn't, which was impossible… Wasn't it?

"I've got more important things to do this year, Granger." He told her, the glint still shining in his eyes, almost taunting Hermione. "You still haven't sat down. What's wrong, Granger? Weaslette? Afraid of the big bad Slytherins?" Draco chuckled when they glared. The redhead's fist was clenched. She had a temper as bad as her brother, apparently.

"Shut up, Malfoy." Ginny snapped.

Hermione put her hand on Ginny's shoulder and shook her head. "Leave it, Gin. Let's just sit."

The redhead was still fuming but took a seat…right beside Blaise. Hermione hid her smile and took the seat beside the Head Boy.

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'Ginny Weasley is sitting beside me,' Blaise thought. 'Ginny Weasley is sitting…beside me.'

Draco glanced at him after he watched Hermione reluctantly take the seat beside him. 'Before you start having a revolting fantasy about the Gryffindork, I suggest that you better start talking about how much charming you've been doing with my Hermione.'

'Erm… We just worked together for a project in Ancient Runes. I even told you I was working with her.' Blaise told him, trying to keep Draco calm. He didn't seem as hostile as he was before, now that Hermione was sitting beside him.

'Did you?' Draco asked. 'I vaguely recall you telling me about that during dinner but I wasn't paying attention. Hermione was getting ready to go to the Library after dinner.'

The darker haired Slytherin had to stop himself from rolling his eyes or thinking anything about how pathetic Draco was. 'Glad to know that when I tell you something about my day, you are all ears.'

'Oh come off it, Blaise. When I told you that I had to be partners with Weasley in Herbology that one time, you weren't paying attention. The moment I said Weasley, you started thinking about the She-Weasel.'

'Her name is Ginny, Draco. Ginny. Do you think you can contemplate that?' Blaise asked him, rolling his eyes. 'And anyways, enough with the silence dammit. If you haven't noticed, your future mate is right beside you, moron. Start talking and showing her you aren't the complete arse she thought you were since first year.'

Malfoy retreated from Blaise's thoughts and glanced at Hermione who was apparently having some odd conversation with the younger girl by making faces.

Hermione was sitting there and tilted her head to Draco while staring at Ginny while shaking her head and the redhead, apparently understanding rolled her eyes and put her hand to her forehead in a dramatic way before nodding her head and than tilting her head to Blaise.

Just as Hermione was about to reply, Draco said, "As amusing as this is, seeing you two act like a couple of lunatics, what the hell are you both saying about us?"

Ginny grinned. "Well Hermione was just-"

"If you even breathe a word, Ginevra Molly Weasley, I will have your head…unless you wouldn't mind me opening my mouth. I mean, I do love answering questions don't I? And Malfoy did have a question…" The Head Girl said casually.

That shut up the girl pretty good.

"Are either of you going to answer my question?"

"No!" The two girls snapped together before Ginny got up to leave. "I have to tell Ron and Harry that you're fine, anyway. I'll drop by later, Hermione."

She looked up at her friend. "Sure, Gin. I'll see you soon?"

"Definitely," came the reply, the girl's brown eyes glancing at Hermione before giving a quick stare at the two boys still in the compartment, as if warning them. Without another word, she left, closing the door.

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After the Weaslette left, Draco looked at Blaise who was still staring at the place where the girl had once stood. He cleared his throat to grab Blaise's attention and motioned for the door, telling him to exit as well.

Catching the subtle hint, the boy gave his companion a sly glance before saying, "I have to go and make sure that Vin and Greg haven't tried to rob the Trolley woman again. Drake, Hermione." He nodded and left the two Heads alone.

The door closed with a click and Hermione sat opposite Draco in the spot his friend just vacated.

He glanced at her and decided to have some fun.

"Hey Granger, let's play a game. A question game. The questions have to be yes or no. No in betweens. Just a straightforward answer. You up for it?"

The girl looked surprised for a moment that he was speaking to her and it wasn't rude or something that would make her irritable.

"Erm…sure, Malfoy. I'll play."

"How about you start."

"Okay. Do you…umm…" She thought for a second before saying, "Do you plan on getting married after school is done?"

Draco smirked. "Yes and it seems to me that you're interested in my love life."

Her brown eyes widened considerably before her face flamed and she answered indignantly, "I am not! It was just the first question that popped into my head."

"Fine." The boy rolled his eyes before asking his question. "Is it true that Weasel-bee told you he was fancying that Leprechaun Gryffindor…What's his name? Finnigan?"

"No, it's not true. And Seamus is not after my lucky charms!"

"Lucky-What?"

"Never mind. I went to America for the Holidays and it was on the telly."

"The what?"

"It's a muggle…Ugh, you're impossible! Forget it."

"Well anyway, no, he didn't tell you or no he's not gay?" Draco asked, arching a pale blond eyebrow as he looked at her.

"Both," She glared. "Now since your questions are getting personal, is it true that Pansy Parkinson is your sex slave?"

"Pansy is my friend. Everyone just blows things way out of proportion." He told her, rolling her eyes. "I mean, I thought of all people, you'd know that. I grew up with her. She's like my sister for Merlin's sake! The girl is the farthest thing from what they say as possible, though she really does have a sharp tongue…like someone I know…"

"My tongue is not sharp!"

"I didn't say it was you but now that you brought it up… And if you don't have a sharp tongue than I'm not Lucius Malfoy's heir!"

She was quiet for a moment before she couldn't help herself. "You're not?" Hermione asked seriously and she knew it was a mistake when he stiffened in his seat.

"Contrary to many stories, though Lucius was unfaithful to my mother, he never had any other children besides me." It stung, the thoughts of seeing his mother in tears as a child, and he pushed the thoughts out of his mind. "It's called sarcasm, Granger. We've talked sarcasm for years."

"I didn't mean to say something rude." Was her quiet reply as she looked down at her feet. "It's your turn to ask me something."

More silence lingered in the air between them and Draco didn't like the way the tension had built in the room again so he decided to lighten the mood. "Remember Granger, you must answer the questions with yes and no. You know the rules. No maybes and blah situations where you 'might' do this or 'might' do that, understood?" He asked, ensuring that she answer the question the way he wanted.

"Fine."

The smirk he had on his face made her look at him suspiciously and sure enough, he confirmed them as he asked, "If I asked you for sex, would your answer be the same answer as the one to this question?"

Hermione stared at him. 'Ask me for…sex?' She fought to refrain from blushing at his comment. 'It's Malfoy, Hermione! Malfoy! Pain-in-the-arse Malfoy!'

"Well Granger, are you gonna answer me or are you gonna just sit there blushing?"

"I am not blushing!" She snapped out, though the dark red tinges on her cheek told him another story, making him laugh. "Stop it, Malfoy!"

"Well, come now, Granger. What's your answer?"

"Erm…No…Wait…Yes…I mean-" Hermione huffed. This question was impossible.

'If I say yes, than if he asks me for sex it has to be yes.' She thought. 'If I say no, than my answer for sex would be yes. Either way I'm saying, 'Yes Malfoy, take me now!''

When she chanced a glance at him, he stared intensely at her before she felt him in her mind. 'That's right, Granger. Now answer me straight.'

'Get out of my head, Malfoy.'

'Answer the question, Granger.'

"Fine, yes."

"Yes?" He asked, looking startled.

"Well if I said no, my answer would have been yes anyway."

His eyes shined happily. Ahh… She was seeing things his way already and their 'courtship', as the book he read called it, had only just started. "True."

"I'm done playing this game with you. You cheat." The Head Girl accused.

"I did not! I played fair. You just couldn't answer the question without giving me what I wanted."

Hermione didn't answer for a moment as she looked at him. "I highly doubt that having sex with me is what you want. Now I'm going to ignore you and you're going to help me by shutting up."

"Not gonna grace me with your witty thoughts or acknowledge me in anyway, Granger? How rude!" He told her in his usual sticky drawl. "But come on now! Did you really think I'd let you? You must be delusional."

"…"

"Well, if I'm gonna think than I guess I'll think out loud and pretend I'm talking to someone." The Head Boy cleared his throat and started a conversation…with himself.

"Hello Draco!"

Hermione peeked at him from the corner of her eyes and saw that his eyes were closed, his face relaxed as he spoke like a lunatic needing help from the wonderful folks at St. Mungo's.

"Why hello, Draco! You look absolutely sexy today!"

And Draco said to Draco, "Thank you! And you my dear friend, must have worked out this summer. You are looking like one nice piece of man-flesh yourself."

She tried to hold in her laughter as he continued. He looked ridiculous but in the adorable sort of way. Wait…she hadn't meant adorable…She meant pukeable! That's right!

….Really! She did!

"Now you gorgeous rogue, you, why are you all by your lonesome?" He asked himself.

The boy shrugged his shoulders replying, "Well, there's this really cute, slightly violent brunette but after she got what she wanted, which was sex from me, she totally ignored me and blew me off for air."

He huffed. "How rude of that air! Taking the brunette like that. But are you sure she isn't using you for your body? I mean, from what you've told me…"

Hermione bit back her amusement and tried to sound irritable as she said, "Shut up! Stop talking to yourself, you bloody idiot! And I am not using you for your body! I wasn't the one that asked to have sex! You did!"

"Small detail. In fact, many small details are usually overlooked."

"This isn't a small detail! You asked. You!"

He popped an eye open to look at her, delight and laughter in his gaze. "Well look who's talking to me…"

"I…well… How could I not respond when you-"

Draco opened his eyes and tossed a mock shocked look at Hermione. "Why Granger? Don't you have any class? That was a private conversation you were listening in on! How could you?"

"I wasn't eavesdropping!"

"Draco, did you hear that? Wasn't eavesdropping she says…" He told himself as his silvery gaze slid away from her.

"Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!" She snapped. "I wasn't eavesdropping!" When his gaze was still away from her, Hermione said, "Will you look at me when I'm talking to you, you prat?"

He chuckled as he turned his head towards her. "Well if you wanted my attention that badly, Hermione."

Her brown eyes were full of disbelief as she questioned, "Since when did you call me by my name?"

"Granger was always your name…"

"Well, my first name, should I say."

"I've decided that I don't want to fight with you anymore or hate you anymore." He told her. "I mean, what with the war and all that… It wasn't something I believed in much anyway but it pleased my father. Plus we're going to be working together and living together. It was bound to happen anyway."

"That was smart of you, Draco."

"Mind you, I'm only calling you by your first name. St. Potter, the boy-who-just won't die, and the Weasel King, side kick of the boy-who-is-a-pain-in the arse, though they could share that title, are another story. In fact, quite a few of you Gryffindorks are another story. Your lot is almost, very nearly, tied with the Hufflepuffs on the annoying scale."

She sighed. "Very mature of you, Malfoy but at least you're not going to make my final year a complete nightmare."

"Oh?" Malfoy stared at her. "Did you expect me to be mean and cruel?"

"Well, what could I expect after the last 6 years, Ma-Draco."

"True." Shrugging his shoulders, he accepted her reasonable answer. "There was a war though, Granger. War changes people. And even if there wasn't, people do change. Many do grow up."

Hermione stayed silent.

"Now Granger…speak of changes…What do you know about Veela's?"

"Quite a few things. I've read some books about them. They're fascinating. Fleur Delacour Weasley? She's half, if I remember correctly."

"But in general…What do you know about them?"

"Well, Veela's have a special bond with their mate. Their mate is someone they spend the rest of their life with and die with. If the Veela doesn't claim their true mate by their 18th birthday, they die."

"Good job Granger. You didn't waste your time getting to where I wanted but we'll save it for another time."

Hermione looked at him curiously. "Why are we talking about Veela's?"

He shrugged. "I'll tell you soon enough."

Somehow, his answer only fuelled her curiosity.

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After a long train ride full of more banter, a meeting with Professor McGonagall and the Prefects, they arrived at school. Draco and Hermione parted to their tables after making sure that everyone had gotten off the train and that the Prefects were helping control the mass amount of students to where they were supposed to be and what to do with their things.

The Sorting hat sang it's opening song once everyone was seated.

So you bother me to sing a song?

Well just for that, I made it long

Long ago when this school was made

And I was still fabulously brand new

The four founders thought it'd be smart if

I choose houses brats like you'd be sorted to

And these four had qualities they admired most

Qualities that they could talk and boast

There was Helga Hufflepuff

A woman incredibly full of fluff

She rambled on and on that'd if I'd have ears, they'd bleed

Basically, those Loyal and Just were who she'd really need

Next, Rowena Ravenclaw who was quite picky

Sorting for her during those times was quite tricky

She wanted those of wit and mind

Those with intelligence, I sort and find

Godric Gryffindor was brave and extremely gutsy

He only managed to live so long because he was lucky

Now those with foolhardy valour beware

I'm just nuts enough to put you there

Salazar Slytherin, whose expression was usually sour

Gave me specific orders to find those craving power

Sly and cunning, self above all others

These kids are bound to ruffle some feathers

And now that I've said my part

Take my words to heart

All fisrt years have some fear

This is going to be a bloody long year

The hat finished it's piece, leaving the room quite stunned. Ron looked at Hermione and Harry. "Bloody hell! Is it just me or has that hat gone barmy?"

"He's grown bitter with old age." Hermione agreed as Professor McGonagall called the first first year up. "The song had no rhythm."

Harry chuckled. "I think he spent the better part of the summer in Snape's office."

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The sorting and feast had come and gone. Some first years went to Hufflepuff, more went to Ravenclaw and the rest were probably split between Gryffindor and Slytherin. The Prefects were taking their houses to the dorms while the Heads followed Professor McGonagall to their rooms.

"Now, I expect you two to try to be civil to one another." She told them giving them a stern look as they reached a stone wall. "First you tap on these stones like so," she told them, knocking on three stones, revealing a portrait of a genie bottle. "You rub the lamp and when the woman in the portrait shows, tell her your password."

Sure enough a woman of Arabian descent peeked out from the smoke and murmured, "Password?"

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat and said, "Blood Pops."

The portrait swung open and they entered to the common room.

"You can change the password tomorrow if you wish." She told them as she stopped in the centre of the room. "This shall be your common room for the year. It is quite bland in décor since your House colours don't go together and they 'clash', or so Dumbledore says. Your rooms though are in your respective colours."

The woman walked to a section slightly separated from the common room where there were 2 large portraits and a large door a good distance away from one another. "Mr. Malfoy your bedroom is to the left and Ms. Granger, yours is across from Mr. Malfoy's to the right. The door farther back from your rooms is your washroom. You both must share the washroom and inside your rooms is an adjoining door."

A knight came out of the shadows of Draco's portrait and introduced himself. "Good night my Lord and fair ladies." He bowed before looking at the blond. "What password do you wish for your door?"

McGonagall looked at the knight before saying, "Perhaps, later, when no one else is around, Sir Brandley."

"As you wish. I must attend to my steed if you are not in need of my service," answered the knight who turned and walked away.

The Professor looked at the both of them. "As you can see, you are both allowed privacy. It was the wish of the teachers that you do not…harm one another during the night. You two have gotten quite a reputation for rather explosive arguments."

Hermione blushed and looked down at her shoes. "Thank you for showing us to our rooms, Professor."

"You are quite welcome Ms. Granger." McGonagall nodded. "Now, I have other duties to attend to before I retire. Good night Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger."

With that she left them, walking out of the portrait.

Hermione stared after her Head of House before she looked at Malfoy. She didn't know why she felt awkward and a little shy around him. He was Malfoy. She saw him get turned into a ferret for Merlin's sakes! She wasn't that should feel awkward! It should be him!

'It's just because of that question he asked you,' she told herself. 'He didn't mean it but you usually don't talk about having…well…you know…with your arch enemy.'

"Hermione, you should learn to close your thoughts when you're around me." Came the slow drawl close by her ear, making her shiver when she felt his hot breath.

Apparently she had been in such deep thought that Draco had been able to get closer. He backed away as Hermione glared at him and muttered, "We may decide to be civil Draco but I want at least 2 feet between us."

"Is being so close to my presence making you swoon, Granger, darling?" He smirked, his silvery eyes twinkling.

'Since when did Malfoy's eyes twinkle? And since when did he call me darling?'

"I thought I told you to close your mind, Hermione."

"Stop reading my mind! Get out! You're invading my privacy!"

"Oh come now. It's not my fault that you're so open and willing to share your thoughts with me…"

"I am not!" She shouted as she took a step closer to him, her finger pointed threateningly.

The boy took a step closer as he replied, "Well, you should share your thoughts. I mean, how do I know you're not plotting another scheme so that you can use my body."

Brown eyes widened and Hermione's jaw dropped. If it was anyone else, Hermione would've thought that the expression was comical but it was her and his comment was far from amusing. "I thought I told you already! I do notwant your anything!"

"Of course you do. You wouldn't have already broken your two feet rule if you didn't." Draco chuckled as she looked down to find she was a toe away from crashing against him and when she looked at him, she finally realized they were too close. Far too close. "But I'm not really up to the exercise right now, Hermione. We've just had a long train ride and we still have to unpack. It's good to know you have plenty of stamina. You're going to need that. Any other time but tonight and you can have your way with me," he winked. "Now I'm going to go to my room and take my stuff out of my trunk."

She just stood there as he turned, her jaw once again slackened.

The Slytherin glanced back at her over his shoulder and grinned. "You might want to close your mouth, Granger. It's good to know it opens wide for things but a fly might go in…"

And with that he murmured a password into the knight, who just reappeared's, ear. He entered his room and while she was still standing there as still as stone, the portrait closed and he laughed.

Of course she heard all the way from outside.

"Get over yourself Malfoy!"

"Good night to you too, Hermione!"

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The next morning Hermione snuck out of the room early so she wouldn't have to deal with Malfoy. If she had known that this was what being civil with him would be like, she would've stuck with being enemy numero uno. Hatred she could deal with. In fact, their verbal sparring was something she enjoyed but these innuendo's… well that was a whole other story.

She walked into the Great Hall and saw it was bare. Just as she was about to go sit at the Gryffindor table, she heard, "Were you trying to sneak away from me, Granger?"

Hermione turned to find the Slytherin Prince himself leaning against the wall looking at his fingernails. "I wasn't- I thought you were asleep still."

"You thought wrong." Was what he said before he walked away. "Did you have trouble sleeping, Hermione or are you really just that affected by me…"

The girl huffed when he tossed her an arrogant look. "Oh, go away Malfoy."

"For now." He told her. "I've got to eat, keep my energy up when I have to deal with you. Who knew you were such a feisty hellcat?"

"Bugger off, Malfoy." She yelled, loud enough for some of the Ravenclaws to glance up and stare at them before realizing it was just another Malfoy/Granger meeting. Those happened so frequently over the past that it was a common occurrence. Only the first years stared longer. "What?" Hermione snapped at them.

They turned away from the angry Head Girl and went back to their eating.

"You'll learn soon enough to forget that," whispered a 5th year to the younger ones. "That's nothing. One time last year I heard from my sister who's a 7th year with them now, that they startled a student during Potions class. Heard he blew up part of the class. Snape was beyond furious."

Hermione huffed as she passed by them and sat down at her table facing away from the Slytherins, though she did feel eyes boring into her intently from behind her. That wasn't because they were fighting. Neville always blew up something or another in Potions. Snape scared him.

As other students poured in for breakfast and after a few comments about why she wasn't sitting in her normal place facing the Slytherin table, Hermione was able to relax with her friends and almost forget about the feeling she was being watched.

Almost.

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Potions was her first class of that day. She had finished the assignment and was now just thinking randomly of other things…Okay. Another person. A certain blond person. A certain blond Slytherin person. A certain blond Slytherin Head Boy.

Yeah yeah. Guilty as charged. She was thinking about Draco Malfoy. But it's not like she wanted to!

She glanced at him as he sat there writing on the other side of the room. His blond hair shone, even with the bad lighting and he was rather cute. 'Oh Merlin! I did not just think that. Look away now Hermione, look away now. It's making you think evil thoughts. Evil. Why the heck am I not looking away? Okay just stop staring.' She told herself. 'That's the first thing you're going to have to do. Stop staring. Stop.'

That lasted for all of 1 minute before her brown eyes sought him out again. 'Why can't I stop? Oh that stupid ferret! Ever since he made that comment... Those comments, actually… He couldn't have meant what it implied, right? Right?'

Oh wonderful. Now she was starting to sound like a lovesick Lavender. Ugh! She got along fine with Lavender but she had no wishes to become a giggling school girl. That just wasn't her. She looked down at her books again and sighed.

'Get over it Hermione and great Circe's stop with the bloody staring! If he looks over this way he'll know he's getting to you! Are you forgetting that he's a skilled Legilimens? He warned you last night to close your mind, so close your mind.'

It's not as easy as it sounds, closing your mind. Instead she left a very good and clear message about what she wasn't thinking about.

'Malfoy, if you're reading my thoughts, I'm not thinking about you. Definitely not. I'm thinking about another blond haired boy who's in our Potions class.'

Hermione shivered when she heard his voice in her thoughts. She should've known.

'Of course you're thinking about someone else. I mean, what other boy do you call ferret?'

When she felt that burning sensation, she knew he was staring at her again. This time she glanced up and met his gaze. They stared at each other, him with a big smirk on her face and her with a scowl.

'I-well-get out of my thoughts, Ferret! Out! Out! Out!'

'I'm more then willing to oblige you, Granger, but before I go, just to tell you, you just called me ferret. Will that be my nickname, pet?'

And as she silently fumed, she heard his laugh in her mind as he pulled out. Her eyes narrowed at him while he gave her a discreet wave.

She was about to march over there and smack him upside the head when Professor Snape said, "Class is over. You are dismissed. If you have not finished the notes, those of you who are too slow to keep up, get them for a class as you will be writing a 15ft essay on Dragon blood and it's purposes, origin etcetera."

The class filed out, Hermione surprisingly leading the way. She turned towards the staircases that would lead her to her Charms class with Ravenclaw. Just as she was about to turn the last corner to the stairs, she was pulled into a dark nook without anyone noticing. Even Harry and Ron were far too into Quidditch strategies to notice. That sure made a girl feel special…

She gasped when she was tugged in but then she heard the voice and saw the grey eyes. The girl was relieved but only marginally. Of course she was still upset with him over Potions.

"Why did you do that? I'm going to be late for Charms!"

"You have Charms in 20 minutes, Hermione." He murmured.

"How do you know my schedule?" She snapped. "It could be less, you know."

Draco smirked. "I've got my ways and it is 20 minutes. Now, I'm only here to tell you that you should stop distracting me during class. It's hard to concentrate when you're looking at me."

"Couldn't you have told me that in the hall? I can hardly see your face!"

"I can see just fine."

"Good for you," she told him dryly. "Now Malfoy, you might not have to prepare for a class but I do. If that's all, I'll just be going."

"Anxious to get away from me? What did I do?" Draco asked, an innocent look on his face.

Her glare was one that could kill. "You know what you did."

"I can't help it if you think about me but if it makes you feel better, I think about you too." He whispered to her as he tugged her closer to him. "I don't have Charms with you."

"Wonderful. I can forget about you-"

Malfoy cut her off. "Forget about me? I think not…"

And he kissed her.

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A/N: And that is the end of Chapter 4. I know it was a little rushed and the beginning wasn't up to my regular snuff but I had some writer's block. Actually, I rather liked this chapter though. As rushed as it was, I liked it. I didn't write about what their rooms looked like because I didn't want to focus too much on scenery in this chapter and more on the interaction of Draco and Hermione. I wanted to start boiling their chemistry.

And I got them to kiss! Yay!

I hope you're all enjoying the story so far. Thanks to those that reviewed and please keep reviewing. I know it doesn't seem like a big thing but for me as an author, it gives me satisfaction to hear the people actually enjoy my story and are reading it. That they're taking the time to give me feedback and opinions. It helps me keep me wanting to keep going so please review. Please?

Now anyways, Q&A time. Aren't you pleased?

bloodoftheangels: I'm not very good at reviewing but I like how most of the character's are in character. and if I keep reviewing would you mind if I just write, another great chapter, since like I said I'm not good at reviewing

Ally: Are you joking? It's totally fine. I'm just glad you're reviewing! It made me smile! You are one of the people that made my day!

frifri: It felt as if the first half of the chapter ( everything before the train basically) was a little rushed. Not rushed as in the plot, but more so your writing. It didn't have as much description as previous chapters have had or the other half of this chapter.

Ally: Good of you to notice. Yes, actually, some of it was rushed. It was pretty early in the morning when I wrote some of that. And thanks for the critique. Oh, and the compliment after! I'm glad you're liking the story.

leaf-blossom: Other Veela stories?

Ally: I actually liked 'Veela Hell of A Week'. That's what got me to start thinking about writing this. I grew fascinated with the Veela and twisting it so Draco could be one. Plus, I really like it when Draco gets slightly jealous and possessive. I think it's cute.

saor 31054: Where did you get the Veela information?

Ally: Some I made up and some I went to mugglenetDOTcom for. I've answered the question before and it's in the Q&A section on Chapter 2. Hope that helps!

Elven at Heart: But how can Draco get into Blaise's mind and talk to him?

Ally: Draco knows Legilimency and Occlumency in my story. It's basically the ability to read minds and Occlumency is the opposite. It let's you block people from entering your thoughts. There is mention of it in the books. If you want more info check mugglenetDOTcom. It's helpful for all Harry Potter needs.

mistressdominique: How many chapters is this story expected to be?

Ally: I have no clue. Basically as many chapters as it gets to complete it to the point where I'm satisfied. Plus, most Veela stories are pretty short concerning Dramione. I want something that people can have time reading and isn't jumping from point to point so quickly. I want people to be able to read this and not make them feel so rushed. I'm pacing the story. We'll see how it goes. I think around 30 chapters maybe. That's not a permanent number though.

Rose Mitzkah: When will Hermione know about Draco being a Veela?

Ally: Probably in the next chapter or the chapter after the next.

Vinwinz: I just read the snippet.

Ally: I don't know if I'll snippet the next chapter but keep checking my site. I just haven't had enough time in the day for all of the updating and such with school. I'm one of the closet nerds. You know those girls that don't seem nerdy but get good marks without being perceived as the classic def. of nerd. I'm hoping to keep up with the fanfic updating though, even if I can't always post snippets up.

Blueskyshymoon08: Blaise has a book about Hermione?…run spellcheck…

Ally: I know right? Definitely creepy… And I try! Really! It's just, some things get past my spellcheck. And I spell the word right but I use another word instead of the one I meant… you know. Like a homophone.

Uncle Sevvy: Will Draco beat up Blaise?

Ally: As you can see, Blaise was safe this chapter. Who knows about the coming chapters though… With possessive, jealous Draco, anything can happen.

Trory4ever: Put off by threatening to review…

Ally: Hehe. I know. I can be perceived as pushy when it comes to reviews. Sorry. That's just how I am at times and was when I was writing the Author's note. You don't have to review. It's just that I enjoy reading them and getting feedback. Thanks for reading. Oh, and your name. Trory. Are you a Tristan/Rory fan from GG? I'm a big Literati (Jess/Rory) fan more. But yay. A GG fan!

0-Jackie-0: What will happen at Hogwarts? Will Draco flip out when Ron and Harry are near her? Will Ginny help with the plan?

Ally: I usually don't spill my story secrets but you are one of my loyal reviewers so I'll totally spill this detail to you. Yes. ;) It's definitely in the works in one of my further chapters. And with Ginny? I think she'll help play a certain part but that's all the secrets. My lips are sealed after that.

i love thorpe park: What are they waiting for?

Ally: Erm…I have no idea to what you're referencing to, sorry! It's bad of me, I know but if you're talking about the beginning, they're waiting for the train.

And that's all the Q&A! If I forgot to answer your question you can totally bug me about it in your next review! Just say, Ally, you ditz, you forgot to answer me. Grr. Okay? Now, I hope you loved the chapter. Please review! And yay! 101 reviews on just 3 chapters. We're doing great with the reviewing! Thanks guys! You have made my day! Please review this chapter. At least 30 hopefully because it might be a while for me to update again with classes and all. Please review and run off and tell your friends about this totally amazing Veela Dramione story you read. Wow. I'm advertising myself. How redundant of me. But yay. This is my author's note. I get to blab. Review. Review. Review. Review if you love me or this story or both! Click the button.

Until the next chapter, my fab readers!

--Ally