"Hermione?"

I turned to see Harry and Ginny standing in the doorway. Ginny was practically hanging off Harry as I looked upon them. She looked like a dishcloth, a very wet dishcloth. A very wet dishcloth with no brains. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at her, or say, something I would- well no actually, I probably wouldn't regret it anytime in the foreseeable future- I mean come on the girl practically stole my boyfriend; wouldn't you be a bit pissed? "Where are you going?" Harry asked, not having any idea about what was going on in my head.

"To Snape Manor." I tried to sound perfectly normal, as I turned from them and left Grimmauld Place.

Flying out the fireplace on the other end of the connection, I nearly landed on my face, if it wasn't for the strong pair of hands that caught me and steadied me. I smiled gratefully up at Severus and moved away from him, straightening my clothes as I took in the room. It wasn't very big, but it felt wrong. There was a stillness in the air, like time had stopped, and everything had to stop with it. The black curtains hung of the window, the hard backed chairs looked stupidly uncomfortable, and the paintings looked at me with unhidden disgust. The whole room was exactly what I would imagine with Snape. Black. Nothing that seems personal, nothing like a family room. "I'll change you here if that's OK?" He asked, I nodded and closed my eyes, going from a black room to the blackness of my eyelids as I felt the water cascade down me.

When it had finished, I opened my eyes, not bothering to look down at myself. "Ready?" I smiled slightly as Snape offered me his arm, which I took and lead me out the room then the voices started

*She's here!* Alek said, defiantly. I was certain, don't ask me how I knew that that was him, but I knew

*Don't scare her! * Lukas chimed in.

*ERM… Hello?* I whispered, uncertain

*MIA!* I jolted in my surprise and Severus looked at me, raising an eyebrow. I smiled sheepishly

"Your brothers?"

I nodded, looking down at the floor, as he led me out of the room. I tried to ignore the two new voices in my head- that proved stupidly difficult- and concentrate on where I was going.

Like the room I had just left, the corridor was black, and dreary. As we walked, Snape pointed out rooms, from what I could tell this whole corridor was his. His study, his guests rooms, his library, his dining room. His and it certainly was him. Everything seemed old and worn, and the portraits all looked down there nose at you, some whispering to a neighbor.

The sound of our shoes hitting the concrete floor stopped as we stopped at a large pair of wooden doors, which opened with a creak. We walked through them, letting them shut behind me "This is the family wing."

The walls were white, the portraits were a lot happier, the light was brighter, and the carpet was a plush cream color. A complete difference! We walked down the corridor, Snape now pointing out rooms like the game room, the Quidditch room, the family library. We walked up large overly decorated staircase that led to a landing with corridors on both sides and another staircase directly in front of me. "To the left is my room. To the right is the dinning and family rooms." I nodded taking in this information. "And to the right are also your brothers." Butterflies erupted in my stomach as I was lead down the right corridor. We passed three closed doors, and then stopped in front of a pair. "Ready?" I nodded.

With a flourish, the doors burst opened.

Standing opposite me was two boys, both exactly the same. There was absolutely no difference in them. From there sleek black hair, to their perfectly polished shoes. They both had the same eyes as me, near enough black, and they both had a strong looking face and- unfortunately for them- their father's nose. They both had bodies that a rugby player would be proud of- big, imposing, and scary looking. They were both wearing smart robes and both had a tense look on their face.

There was a few seconds of silence, then Severus made a small noise at the back of his throat, and I was squashed between two bodies. Gasping for breath I squeaked, in my head * can't breathe* they both broke apart, standing either side of me. The butterflies in my stomach seemed to start a roller coaster ride as they both looked me up and down. "Alek." The one on my right stuck his hand out, I reached a shaking hand out, and he grasped it, before pulling it up to his lips and kissing my hand.

"Lukas." The other one announced, doing the same movement. I moved back and looked at them, trying to find some way off telling them apart. "I'm not so serious." My mouth nearly dropped open in shock, and then realized that they could actually read my mind. Alek rolled his eyes and punched his brother on the arm. I smiled at them.

Everything thought about Snape got UN-thought in those few hours. He was actually very laid back, with a very good sense of humor. My brothers were very similar to him and I found out that Lukas wasn't actually lying. While Alek was fun, he was a lot more serious than his brother, who was worse than both the Weasley twins put together.

I stayed at the house- well actually mansion- just about all day, and returned some time after dinner-, which was about 8 o'clock. I flooed back to Grimmauld Place, ignored everyone in the kitchen and went to bed. Ignoring the fact that Draco Malfoy's bedroom door was open as he was leaning on his doorframe. I felt his eyes on me as I walked past him, but I walked on, coming to my room and slipping inside. I went to bed that night with a smile on my face.

"Granger?" I rolled over, pulling my cover over my head, and trying to snuggle further down into my bed, trying to move away from the annoying sound that was trying to wake me from my slumber. "Granger?" I groaned "Come one Granger wake up!" groaning again I pulled my head out of the covers and opened my eyes. Leaning over me was Dora Malfoy. Now seeing the gorgeousness that is Draco Malfoy first thing in the morning would help any self respecting girl wake up. His hair was left loose to hang in his eyes, which were staring down intently into mine.

"What?" I grumbled, still looking up into his silvery eyes. I was transfixed on them, wanting to wake up looking into them every day.

"Its lunch time. Kreacher said that you still weren't up." He moved back slightly and I sat up, stretching as I did

"And you care because?" I asked

"I don't, I just thought that you might like some food." I looked him over and saw that his side was stained with droplets of blood

"Or is it that you're in pain and want me to help?" I inquired, standing up and stretching again. I caught Malfoy staring at the part of my stomach that had shown when I stretched and blushed. He smirked at me and tried to shrug, which ended up in a grimace. "I'll do it as soon as I've had a shower and got dressed." I announced going to move past him

"Or you could do it while you were in the shower."

"Or not." was my reply, as I made my way towards the door. I rushed my shower, eager not to leave him in my room for too long. Once I was out, I cursed myself for not bringing any clothes into the bathroom with me and wrapped the biggest towel I could find around me. "Make yourself at home." I said sarcastically when I walked back in to my room. Malfoy was lounging on my bed, twirling my wand between his fingers. He didn't reply, merely just watched me as I practically ran over to my dresser, and pulled out some underwear. I slipped them on under the towel; well I couldn't quite manage it with the bra, and then moved towards the wardrobe, still clutching the towel to my chest. I slipped on a pair of black leggings and turned towards Malfoy

"Need help?" he asked, gesturing to the bra I held in my hand

"I'm sure I can manage. Would you go outside so I could finish getting dressed?" I asked

"No."

I groaned. Without warning, I felt anger boiling up inside of me, as I looked towards the smirking boy lying on my bed. "Malfoy Out."

"Whoa, where did all this anger come from? Built up anger is not good for you, you know."

"And what are you? My shrink?" I asked narrowing my eyes

"No. But I wouldn't mind being your something."

"Just get out." I gritted out

"What if I don't want to?"

"Malfoy! Get your filthy, pureblood, Death Eater arse out of my room!" The next thing I knew I was being thrown against my wardrobe, my head connecting painfully with the wooden door. I looked into Draco eyes; I had never seen him so angry

"I am not a Death Eater" His body was hot against mine, his grip firm as he stared at me, the heat of anger making his eyes sparkle. I had never been this scared...or this aroused in my life. Draco pressed his body closer and I bit back a moan, starring straight into his intense eyes.

"Sure you're not." He shook me again and I struggled to keep a good hold on the towel around me,

"I am not my father." he turned us around and started backing me up, "I am not my father. I am not a Death Eater I am Draco Malfoy." I felt the back of my knees hit the edge of my bed. The connection made me lose my balance. My moment of distraction was all Draco needed to push me onto the bed. In my surprise, the towel that had been covering me fluttered away from my grasp. "Say it." Draco whispered into my ear. I felt his warm breathe tickle my neck "Say it!" he demanded, before starting to kiss and suck my neck

"You're...not a...Death Eater" I gasped out, half because I was scared and half because I was aroused. Draco must have heard this for he didn't stop his exploration of my neck, and moved it up to my jaw. I groaned when he reached my sweet spot and he pulled back, taking in my chest. His eyes were now dark; they looked like they were swirling in darkness. I gasped when we locked eyes.

Our eyes broke connection when he ran his hands up my bare chest, while mine ran up his back, to his shoulders. He bent his head down and took one of my erect nipples into his mouth, his hot tongue doing wonderful things to it, while his hands paid attention to my other breast. My back arched, and my hands ran to his hair, my fingers threading through it. He pulled back, but my moan of annoyance turned into a moan of appreciation as he swapped to the other, giving it the same attention. "Fuck." I moaned out loud,

"Hermione?" my eyes whipped towards the door,