Hey guys! I'm back! To answer someone's little Q…

Obsessivefanno.4- A- Yes, Voldy actually has a nose now! Crazy, I know, but just imagine Tom Riddle at the age of thirty- four! My version is that he's pretty handsome!

Hermione hasn't gotten back from Voldemort's little "lair". I wonder if she's okay? What if he Crucio-ed her? I mean, I never heard screams, but that wouldn't really matter, he could easily cast a Silencio Curse on her… I was thinking of the worst possible scenarios when she waltzed into the door, crying I immediately sprung up and grasped her shoulders.

"Hermione? Are you okay? What did he do to you?"

"Nothing! It's just… I told him about Ron and Lavender and everything. And then he said that he would take them so that I could kill all of them. And then he told me that I would even be able to kill their parents, but I don't want to kill them! I mean, I want to torture Ron and Ginny for what they did; I want to see the suffering on their faces when I kill their brothers, but I can't kill their parents! They never did anything to me! I also made a… deal with Voldemort…" Oh, shit. This Hermione was hot; I have to admit, but terrifying me to death, as well. The Hermione that I knew would never even think of getting her revenge like this. She would out-wit the person who betrayed her. Then again… I DID want to see the Weaselys suffer. I hate ALL of the Weaselys with a passion, but to kill them all off? Isn't that just a bit… melodramatic?

"Err, Hermione… What was this deal?" Hermione looks around, wringing her hands in awkwardness.

"What was this deal, Hermione?" I repeat again. She sighs.

"I told him that I would become a Death Eater without any complaint, and I would kill as many Muggles that it took to do so." No, no, no… Sure, I knew that she would have to become a Death Eater to appease our Dark Lord, but to take it so willingly? This was insane! I never wanted the Dark Mark, and I'm more evil than she. Or at least I thought so. Maybe I shouldn't have exactly encouraged being a Death Eater from Third Year till Seventh right in front of Granger. Or Riddle. Whatever the fuck her name was. I wouldn't ever be able to stop calling her Granger; old habits die hard, I guess. A bit of a cliché, I know, but it's true!

"Draco?" It finally dawns on me that Hermione's waving her hand in front of my face, trying to get my attention I snap back into reality with a jolt.

"What?" I ask her, rubbing my head. (It STILL hurt after Blaise and Pansy smacked me.)

"You didn't hear a single thing I just said, did you?" She accuses me. I sigh and shake my head no. "I said, 'When I get the Weaselys then NO ONE is to interfere with how I decide to kill them or I will kill whoever does so. Even you, Draco." Great. Her very first death threat. Maybe she really WAS a Slytherin really deep inside.

"Okay, okay, I won't interfere with you killing and torturing people," I reply.

"Don't test me, Draco!"

"Okay, Mya,"

"You know, if I didn't love you so much, I would've killed you in our sixth year." I snort.

"Yeah, like YOU know the Avada Kedavra curse? Please." She just smiles. A really scary smile.

"There's much that you do not know about me, Dre," I wrinkle my nose in confusion.

"Wait, what was that?"

"The Dre, thing? I just like the name. In Muggle world, there was this guy, Dr. Dre,"

"Great, so you named me after a doctor. Gross!" She rolls her eyes.

"Dr. Dre was a designer for headphones, and he was a singer and such, genius." I wrap my arms around her and hug her. Hard.

"Umph." Hermione grunts, and I quickly let her go; I was crushing her to death.

"Sorry," I slowly caress her hips to her ribs. Hermione lets out a giggle, but immediately squelches it. Yet, I still heard it. I hesitantly graze my fingers across her stomach again, causing her to laugh.

"Hermione… Are you ticklish?"

"NO! I mean, erm, no. I am not, Dre," I grin.

"Then, you won't mind me doing this?" My fingers attack her ribs, mercilessly tickling her over and over again.

"STOP, DRACO! IT TICKLES!" I throw back my head and laugh. A happy, gleeful laugh. I look into her eyes, and think, 'How funny! Her eyes are green, and mine are silver. Like Slytherin colors!' Hermione's pleads for me to stop just added fuel to the fire as those Muggles say, and I keep tickling her over and over, adding in a kiss every now and then and avoiding Hermione's fists. I eventually pin both of her hands above her head with one arm and continue with this assault on her ribs. We both finally calm down and she smacks me upside the head.

"OW! What was that for?" I yelled, rubbing my head. Hermione grins superiorly and crosses her arms. It makes me feel, I don't know…. Playful, I guess? I shoot her one of my dark and dangerous looks; the one that makes all the girls melt in my arms. At least, every girl except Hermione, that is. She just glares at me warily. I let out a low growl and spring myself at her, effectively tackling her, straddling her hips, and trapping her arms between my legs.

"Mmm, Draco…." I watch as I see Hermione unfolding under my body. We probably shouldn't shag right here. I don't feel like dying under the Killing Curse because I fooled around with The Dark Lord's Daughter. He wouldn't really care if we just… you know, had a little fun, would he?

"What is it, Love?"

"Please…"

"Hmm, you're going to have to expand on that one. I don't know what you mean," I grin at her. I really do know what she is wanting; I just want to hear her say it.

"Draco, you know what I'm talking about!" I lift up her shirt and lick a trail from her navel to her silver lace bra, and stop right there.

"I'm sorry, Mya, I honestly have no idea what you're talking about, honey," I smirk cruelly at her so that she knows that I'm aware of what she truly wants. She huffs in frustration.

"Dammit, Draco!" I crack and start kissing her neck down to her collarbone and back up again. I want her, she is mine, and mine alone. And I'll make damn sure that everyone knows that as soon as they see her. I bury my lips into the middle of her throat and begin to furiously bite and suck at that one specific place. I feel Hermione's slender fingers run themselves through the Malfoy- standard, white-blond hair.

"Draco, Draco, Draco!" I unattach my lips from her throat and stare at her, my eyes staring intently into hers as we try to catch our breaths. As soon as we do, I begin snogging her restlessly.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?" Both Hermione's and my heads swivel towards the door. Dammit, Snape! Why do you have to ruin EVERYTHING?

"Err… Well, um. This is, well…. This is really uncomfortable…" I mutter while Hermione huffs.

"What he means to say is that he's sorry that we were doing something so vulgar. Right, Draco?" I roll my eyes and give her a chaste kiss.

"Sure. Whatever. You can leave Severus,"