Hermione had planned to go on a walk around the lake…but that didn't happen. Draco had kept her in his arms, talking softly. They were on the floor. Hermione was leaning on Draco's chest…she was sitting between his legs. "Do you trust me?" she asked. Draco blinked. "You know, for some odd reason, I do," he murmured. He had a perplexed expression on his face as he looked at her. "Why?" he asked. Hermione stood up and placed her index finger on his lips. "You'll see," she whispered. She ran to the counter, where her iPod was. She took a piece of cloth by the sink. She tiptoed to their room and found a red Sharpie in her trunk. She smiled and walked back to him. "Are you sure you trust me?" she asked, running her fingers through his hair. "Er, yes…" he muttered, closing his eyes. She smirked. Hermione tied the black cloth around his eyes. "Er, Hermione, what are you doing?" he asked. "You said you trusted me." Was all she said. Draco bit his lip. Hermione scrolled through the artists on her iPod. Devil Doll…she smiled. "What are you doing?!" he asked when she placed her earphones in his ears. "Shut up." She smirked. "Um…are these those bloody music things?" he asked. "Draco, shut up!" she growled playfully. Queen of Pain. "Perfect." She whispered. She turned the volume all the way up and sat down. "What the bloody hell is this?" Draco asked, cocking his head. "Shut up and listen." She said and put her index finger on his lips. She smiled. It was a weird song choice…but it was her favorite song from Devil Doll. Hermione opened the Sharpie. "Now, give me your wrist." She ordered, taking his hand. She sat where she sat earlier, but turned her body to the right. She drew a small heart at the base of his hand, first. She bit her lip and stared at him. On his other hand, she drew an 'X' on the base of his hand. "What are you doing to me?" he asked. Hermione grabbed her wand from the table. "The song's over…" Draco said, taking the earbuds out of his ear. "That was…interesting." He muttered. "Can I take this off, yet?" he asked, pointing to the blindfold. "No, just one more minute." She preformed a permanent sticking charm on what she had written. Then she leaned forward in his legs and kissed him. Lightly, but she knew it was enough to make him crazy. "Now, you can take it off." She said, walking out of his reach. "Why'd you have me listen to that? It was…very odd, to say the least." He said, standing up. "Oh, well…you can't be my husband if you can't listen to my music, honey." She smirked. "I never said I didn't like it, I just said it was interesting. It's a Muggle band?" he asked, stepping closer. He rested his hand on her cheek.

Draco sat alone on the couch, with Hermione's weird little metal music thing…the iPod, he thought it was called. It sounded right. He was on this weird song, he liked the sound of it, it was called hyper-insomnia-para-condrioid… it was a very weird song. But it was becoming his favorite one. Hermione had gone for a walk after showing him how to use the bloody iPod. It was confusing, but he liked it. Muggles deserved more credit than he gave them. He sighed. Why couldn't she hurry?

I'm loosing my mind and I don't think you could save me this time…

Draco stood up and looked around the fireplace. Is there any floo powder? He saw a small pot full of the green powder. Draco took a small handful and threw it into the fire as he stuck his head in the fire. "Malfoy Manor!" he said clearly. Narcissia Malfoy was sitting on the couch. "Draco?!" she yelled, jumping to kneel before the fireplace. "Mother, that damn spell you cast on me when I was born…" he took a deep breath. "Well…it happened. With Hermione…and…mum….I think…I think it made me love her." he confessed. "I don't think it's possible for me to love her. I shouldn't. I hated her when I first arrived, yesterday. Mum, I want to hate her. Please…" Narcissia stared at her son. "Hermione Granger? I knew she would make Head Girl." She smiled softly. "Draco, it didn't make you love her. All it did was speed the process up. You are living with her now, correct?" her voice was gentle. Draco nodded. "But mum, there's no way I was going to…" Narcissia sighed. "Yes, there was." She lifted her son's chin and forced him to meet her gaze. "Darling, there was no way that you weren't going to fall in love with her." Draco rolled his eyes. "Mum…she's beautiful." He took a deep breath. "She changed. She changed…and her hair, it's so long and smooth…and she's…mama, she's perfect…I don't want to feel this way about her. I want to…fall for her…in my own terms…" he looked at his mother's hands. "Mama, make me love her on my own terms, please. That's all I want." He asked. "Darling, I…" Narcissia knew one thing that could make her only son's wish a reality. "I want you to come here tonight with Hermione, okay? Clear it with Dumbledore, first." She kissed Draco's forehead. "I love you." She said. "Bye, mum." He whispered. When he resurfaced, Hermione was sitting on the couch, a book in her hands. "Erm, we need to go see Dumbledore." He said. Hermione's eyes shot up. "I was just there." She said, getting up. "Why do you need to see him?" she asked. "Er, we're having dinner with my Mother tonight." He mumbled, taking her hand. "We're having dinner with your mum?" Hermione asked, taking her hand from his. "No…uh, I mean…why? Doesn't she hate…er…Muggle-borns?" She tripped over her words and looked at her feet. "Um, Hermione? She doesn't…but uh, we really need to go see Dumbledore. We have something important to talk to my mother about tonight. So, please…let's go." He sighed. How would he tell her what he planned to do? Maybe she would want it too.

Narcissia was happy. She knew that this would happen. She'd even dreamed of it. Hermione was perfect for Draco. Narcissia smiled in spite of her self. Her only son's word did not sit well with her, though. 'Mum, I want to hate her.' he had said; avoiding her gaze-leading her to believe that he was lying. But, then, moments later, 'I want to fall for her on my own terms.' He had said that, looking directly into her eyes. Of course, she was proud of him for that one. He had grown up, worshipping the ground his father walked on…believing everything he had said. Muggle-borns were below us, Draco. Blood traitors are just as bad as Mudbloods, Draco. She hated her husband because of this. To Narcissia, blood did not matter. As long as he was happy, she was happy. And, speaking of Draco's happiness, of course, there was no way to reverse the spell, however, there was a way to return their original feelings. It was a simple potion, really. Draco had said that he wanted to love her on his own terms. And Narcissia was absolutely sure that Hermione felt the same way. She couldn't blame them. You shouldn't be forced to love someone. She would just mix the potion in with their wine, tonight, and, by the end of the night, there would surely be a full-fledged fight in Malfoy Manor.

Hermione was sitting on the bed, her feet crossed underneath her, and she was braiding her hair. She watched Draco move about the room. "Err, so, Draco, why are we going to your mother's?" she asked. He turned around and began to button his shirt. "How do you feel about me?" he asked, walking to her. "Er, well…" Hermione wasn't sure. And this wasn't answering her question. He took her hand. "That's why we're going to eat with my mother, tonight, Hermione." She cocked her head. "Wouldn't you like to…er…love me on your own terms?" he asked. She bit her lip and nodded. "We can go back to hating each other…and slowly begin to like each other…and let it progress into love." He said. Hermione nodded. "So, your mum's going to reverse the spell?" she asked. "No, Hermione, she can't do that. But, apparently there's a way to reverse our feelings. We can feel the way we did before." Then he pinned her to the bed and kissed.

The stars illuminate below, the light is the sign that love will guide you home. Hermione put all she had in this kiss. They both knew it would be the last one for a while. His lips grazed her ear. "Get dressed." He whispered and helped her up. She smiled and walked to the closet. There was a semi long dark green dress with gold fairies on the bodice. It seemed kind of fitting. Oh, well. It'll have to do. She slipped it on and changed her bra. It was a strapless dress, after all. She stepped out side and looked around the room. "Er, Hermione, you look beautiful." Draco breathed from the bed. She blushed. "Thank you, Draco." And before she knew it, Draco pinned her to the wall and grazed his lips along her ear. "You're more than welcome, love." He whispered. Hermione was frozen as he stepped away after a peck on the lips. When she spoke, her voice was sketchy. "Er, Draco, have you seen my heels? The dark green, strappy ones?" she asked. He smirked; they were hanging from his fingertips. "Come and get 'em, beautiful."

Draco held her hand. They were waiting for his Mother to answer the door. "Are you scared?" he asked. He heard Hermione swallow hard. "No." she said. He pinned her the wall. "Now, that's a lie." He whispered. "Draco, what is it with you and your fascination of pinning me to surfaces?" she smirked. He shook her head and kissed her. "Draco! Hermione!" Narcissia said, happily. The blushing couple pulled apart and dropped their hands. She ran to Hermione and embraced her as if she was a long-lost daughter. She kissed her forehead. "Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked, taking them both by the hand and pulling them to the dining room. Draco looked at Hermione; who gave a nod. "Yes, mum. We want this." He whispered. They sat down at the overly large table. Draco sat next to Hermione. "There is a simple potion in your wine. Slowly, you will return to how you were before. By the time you finished the glass…well…I'm sure that there will be a fight." She said simply. Food appeared on the table, just like at Hogwarts. Draco clasped the glass and looked at Hermione. "Should we get it over with, Hermione?" he asked. She smiled at him and nodded. They brought the glasses to their lips. It sometimes reminded him of how Hermione tasted. He shook that thought from his mind and drank the glass.

***

"Mudblood."

"Ferret."

"Insufferable know it all."

"Bastard."

"Bitch."

"You're impossible."

"You're annoying."

"I hate you."

"Feeling's mutual, Granger."

"Oh, just go die."

"I hope you do."

"Ferret."

"You already said that!"

"And you already called me a mudblood!"

"Bastard."

"Bitch."

"Why must you call me that?"

"Uh, because you are a bitch!"

"And you're the worst excuse for a human being!"

"At least...At least…I have pure, untainted blood!"

"As if that matters, ferret!"

"Go die, mudblood!"

"What if I don't want to, ferret?"

"Who cares what you want?"

"Shut the fuck up!"

"Why should I, mudblood?"

"Really, who care what you think, Malfoy?"

"I do!"

"Psh, like that counts!"

"You're impossible!"

"I already said that!"

"You're…you're beautiful."

"What the fuck?"

"I hate you, mudblood."

"You really think I care?"

"You should!"

"Well, I don't. Get over yourself!"

"What if I don't want to?"

"I don't fucking care what you want!"
"What if I wanted you?"

"What the fuck?"

"You heard me."

"I still wouldn't fucking care!"
"Yes, you would!"

"Go die!"

"I don't think I will."

"You can think?"
"Contrary to what most people think, I can!"

"Stop lying to yourself!"

"Mudblood!"

"Ferret!"

They were standing on the table, standing so close to each other, that their noses were touching. "STOP!" Narcissia screamed. She jumped on the table and pushed them apart. Hermione stood back and took her shoes off. She threw one at Draco, hitting him in the face. "Hermione!" Narcissia yelled. Draco just laughed and lunged himself at her. He pinned her the table; holding her arms next to her head and straddling her. He put his lips at her ear. "Throw anything at me again, and you will regret it. You will wish you were never born. Watch your temper, beautiful." He growled. He kissed the hallow underneath her ear. She pushed him off. "Oh, I'll regret it? Oh, I'll wish I was never born?" she laughed humorlessly. "Try hurting me with out magic, Malfoy…and I'll consider watching my temper." She hit his chest really hard. "And stop pinning me down, and I'll surely control my temper." She smirked. Then she smiled sweetly at Narcissia. "Thank you for dinner, Mrs. Malfoy." She said. Draco scoffed. "Anytime, dear. And, please, call me Narcissia." She looked at them. "Now, off you go! Get some sleep."

"Okay, I think I know a certain ferret that'll be sleeping on the couch, tonight." Hermione said. "Nah, I know a mudblood that will be, though." Hermione raised her heel threatingly. "Er, fine…we'll share it." He said. He sighed and looked at Hermione. "Fine." She began walking to the closet to change. "Er, Draco? Can I borrow some pajama pants?" she asked, not looking at him. "Um, yeah." He threw her a pair of black and green plaid p.j. pants. "Thank you." She slipped out of her dress in the safety of the closet and pulled a white tank top over her head and slipped a pair of black shorts on, before adding the pants that Draco had lent her. She walked out. He stared at her for a moment, and then shook his head. Hermione noted that he was wearing only boxers. She gulped and climbed into bed. "You try anything, ferret and I will kill you."