Author's Note: Okay, okay, I know the last one didn't have much suspense at the end, but I needed to upload because if I played with it any longer, it was not going to make much sense. So where did we leave off…oh yes…
Professor Minerva McGonagall watched her favorite sixth year student skip into the Great Hall. Her brown eyes were twinkling and her face was bright. From what Albus had told her, Minerva did not think this was the right way for her to be acting. At that moment, her least favorite student strutted in also, with light filtering out of his now blue eyes. The two looked at each other and grinned, as though they had a secret that they could tell no one but themselves.
Then they switched their attention to their other friends. Draco Harrison rolled his eyes as Crabbe made a joke about his absence at lunch. "Shut up you insignificant dog."
"Aww, Malfoy, come on! I was just jokin'!" He pleaded.
"Its not Malfoy anymore, Crabbe. It's Harrison." Draco muttered.
"Huh? Whatcha talkin' 'bout, Draco?"
"I've changed my name, dumb ass. Don't you pay attention?"
"No one told me anythin'!" Vincent Crabbe pouted.
"Whatever. Leave me alone, ass." Draco turned to look at Pansy Parkinson's concerned pug face.
"Draco, what is the matter? We're all very concerned? Do you want to talk about anything? I'm free, and I know somewhere that we could go talk- alone." Although her face was dog-like, puppy dog eyes looked ridiculous on her. But she tried as best as she could.
"No, Pansy. I don't want to talk about it." He turned once more, now facing some young giggling Hufflepuffs who were pointing at him. "Damn it. What else could go wrong today? Or right, for that matter?" He mumbled, looking from the second year Hufflepuffs to Hermione, who just happened to glance at him that moment, also.
Hermione saw Draco staring at her and smiled. It felt nice to be loved. Of course, she had been loved by her parents, and Harry and Ron to a friendly extent. But this was different. He was not obliged to even look at her nicely, and yet, he did. She beamed at this and looked back at Lavender Brown, who was bubbling about what she and Ron did at Hogsmeade that day.
"And then- you won't believe this, Hermione-" she raised her eyebrows, not really wanting to hear, because she still felt a little attached to him. "He kissed me! Right on the lips! It was GREAT! I just want to burst! But what am I going to say to him? 'I liked it?' how corny is that?" Hermione rolled her eyes and she caught sight of a downtrodden Harry saying something to Ron as they sat down.
"Hey guys. What's up? Why are you so down?"
"You haven't heard yet?"
"Heard what? No, I don't think so."
"Well, Draco and his dad had a big fight today and now they are not 'related' anymore. So Dumbledore automatically thinks he has to step in and put Draco with someone for the summer. So he told me to contact Padfoot and see if he can take us both!" Harry moaned.
"Aww Harry, come on! It's not that bad! At least you're not with the Dursley's anymore!"
"Yes it is that bad, Hermione! It's going to be just as bad, only this time, we have a wizard, my worst enemy (okay, other than Snape and Voldemort), with me the WHOLE SUMMER!" Ron cringed as he said 'Voldemort'.
"Harry, I know that you're not afraid of him, but please try to resist saying his name in front of those of us who do!"
"Sorry." Harry Potter shrugged as Dumbledore moved of his giant 'thrown' chair and towards the Slytherin table.
He whispered something in Draco's ear and then motioned for him to follow him as he made his way towards the door. Suddenly, he stopped and looked at her and Harry.
"Would Hermione Granger and Harry Potter please come with me?" The whole room silenced, as Hermione Granger, the perfect prefect, and Harry Potter, one of the most powerful unlicensed wizards since Tom Riddle, stepped after them. Ron Weasley, who was quite used to being left out by now, turned to Lavender and put his hand on hers. She batted her long dark eyelashes and told him what she had foreseen in Advanced Divination class a few days before.
Harry, Hermione, Draco, putting on their backpacks, and Dumbledore walked out the tremendous doors and down a long hall. Instinctively, Hermione stepped to Harry's side, but then moved towards Draco.
Harry flattened his wild hair and tried to look unfazed. Draco looked down at her bushy brown hair and smiled at her. She grabbed his hand and squeezed it, but caught Dumbledore's eyes. She let go and slid back over to Harry.
"Well you three are quite placid today, aren't you? Not even the slightest bit of talk or arguments…I was hoping for this kind of reaction. Good, now stay here and wait." He walked away, leaving them standing in a dark hall, alone.
Hermione felt torn between Draco and Harry. Harry had been her friend since she was 11, and Draco, well, kissed her and liked it. Harry's green eyes searched for hers, but she evaded his honest expression. Finally, Draco said something.
"Does anyone know what we're here for?"
"No." They answered in unison.
"Oh, okay. Just asking." He turned away. Harry took a book out of his bag and sat down on the dusty floor to work. Carefully and quietly, Hermione crept over to the other side of the narrow hall.
"Draco-" She whispered, barely audible.
"Yeah?" He looked at her innocent brown eyes and her prefect badge gleaming on her purple robe. "Hey, it's bewitched." She looked down and read 'PERFECT'. She smiled.
"Who? Do you know?" Draco grinned mischievously. "You? Draco-I swear, you're such a kid sometimes!" Her voice had grown louder so that Harry was now looking at them. They shifted their attention.
"Hey, how's your leg?" Draco asked, fully concerned.
"Fine, as if you really care." He sighed.
"Harry Potter! He was being nice! Gosh, can't you just trust someone for once? I mean ever since last year when Gertrude turned out to be Voldemort in drag, you don't trust anyone!" She was mentioning their previous battle with the Dark Lord, when Harry's new girlfriend was killed by Voldemort, who bewitched himself so he looked like Gertrude. They had a wonderful relationship until Voldemort killed her, and they were really serious about it. Now he trusted practically no one and it had taken him forever to even consider dating Cho.
Now Harry was glaring at Hermione. "SHOVE IT HERMIONE! Let's not bring the past up! You really pick the worst times! You know she WAS your friend too, you could be a little bit gentler about the subject. I mean, you, of all people should know!"
"Harry! I was just trying to prove a point that you never trust anyone anymore, not even Ron or me! Just try to loosen up! Draco is not going to deceive you or something!"
"Quit being an ass, Hermione. I'm sick of it. Do not boss me around, I don't care if you are a prefect or not! I don't care if you're Head Girl! God damn it! I don't have a care in hell if Malfoy is nice or not!" Draco turned pale. Walking over to Harry, he seized his dark blue robe and picked him up to his feet.
"ITS NOT MALFOY ANY LONGER, POTTER! IT'S HARRISON NOW! Get it right! And don't, I repeat DO NOT talk to Hermione that way! She is a wonderful friend and you are lucky to have had her so long! I know perfectly well that you didn't even like her until 2nd year, and then 3rd year you totally betrayed her because she knew something you didn't!"
"Why the hell are you sticking up for her? You don't even know her!" Hermione just stood there, dumbfounded. These two guys who were influential on her life were fighting over her! Draco reached for his wand behind his robe. She had to say something before this got too serious.
"NO! I mean, don't have a duel. Then we won't find out what Dumbledore wants! Come on you guys! Be rational!" Draco Harrison tucked it back in and settled to glare at his enemy.
Harry looked at Hermione. "See what I mean now?" She slowly nodded but went over to Draco, avoiding Potter's bewildered look.
"Draco- thank you. I guess we're even-steven now!"
"Yeah I guess. But you stood up to a licensed wizard, who is educated in the dark arts and could have blown you apart with one curse, not to mention that he is twice your size! And I stood up to someone our age, who is smaller than me and doesn't know a smidgen of dark magic unless he picked it up from You-Know-Who! There's a difference. I still owe you big time."
"Nah, not really-" she was about to say more, but he enveloped her in a great big bear hug. She, of course, hugged him back. Harry cleared his throat and looked up.
"What are you doing?" he asked, oddly calm.
"Aww is little Potter feeling left out? Why don't you come over here and we'll have a nice little group hug!" Draco taunted.
"Shut up, Mal-just shut up. I don't need it." He turned back to his homework.
"Draco! When will you learn to leave well enough alone? Just let him be stupid, sometimes he can be, but don't forget, he is my friend!" Hermione scolded, now stalking away from both Harry and Draco.
"I'm sorry, Hermione, I couldn't resist. For so long, I've been taught to despise him, to taunt him. You probably wouldn't understand, but just try." He whispered as he caught up to her so that Harry wouldn't hear.
"I do, but I don't like when you lapse into your old self."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…" he pressed her up to the frigid stone wall as kissed her tenderly on her pouted pink lips. Harry chose that moment to look up to see what they were doing.
"HERMIONE GRANGER! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? YOU ARE KISSING THE ENEMY! DRACO!" he screamed, his eyes glittering and his face flushed. On the other hand, Hermione and Draco both blushed in embarrassment.
At that particular second, Albus Dumbledore walked back in. "Come with me." he commanded. Harry refused to even glance at the couple, so he concentrated on his feet.
"Here we are." A watercolor painting with a nice cottage in the country hung on the wall. There were five clouds in the perfect blue sky, and Dumbledore placed each of his graceful fingers on his wand hand on one. It swung open to reveal a cushioned interior. "This is not my office, which most people think is too formal to talk in. This is the relaxation room, where us teachers and sometimes you students go to relax and chat. So just have a seat, and let's get started."
Harry, although still pouting, leaned over to Hermione and whispered. "This feels like the therapist's office that Uncle Vernon took me to when I was 9." They laughed and Draco looked over at them suspiciously.
"Okay, you are going to need to stay here for the night. All three of you, and I will put up curtains between you. Mr. Malfoy, I need to talk to you in private."
"It's not Malfoy, Professor." He rolled his eyes. When was anybody going to get it right?
"Right. Come with me." Together they walked out of the padded room and back into the hall.
After Dumbledore tightly shut the door, Harry crossed his arms and looked at Hermione expectantly. "What?!" she shrugged.
"You owe me an explanation."
"I do?"
"Yes. Why in the whole freaking universe and outside of it were you kissing that scum-ball?" He stared at her, refusing to even blink, let alone break eye contact with her.
"Well, I happen to like him, if you haven't noticed yet." She folded her arms, imitating Harry with his set frown that could be mistaken for a pout.
"Why? How? He's disgusting, despicable, and just plain gross! Don't you remember all the tricks and practical jokes he played on us? How about your hair turning fluorescent orange for two weeks? Or when he made that poor little 1st year fall in love with you so Professor Shnickle would constantly verbally abuse you about your relationship with him! Don't you have any remnants of a memory?" He sucked in a breath as he finished the last sentence in an almost inaudible whisper.
"Of course I remember, Harry. How could I forget? But he's changed! He's no longer some ass-hole who teases you. If think about it, he hasn't said a mean word to you since 4th year!"
"So what!? He's probably planning the worst joke in Hogwarts history right now! Oh yeah I get it! Make one of Potter's best friends fall in love with the enemy-"
"WHAT?!?" she quickly interrupted. "I am NOT in love with Draco! We might like each other, but that's not the same! Not love!"
"Soon to be! It'll be 'Hermione, please tell me Harry's secrets!' then he'll plan something really bad and he'll get us back for trusting him for one fucking minute!" Harry's bright green eyes were blazing as he took off his glasses and wiped the dirty lenses on his rugby shirt.
"I wouldn't tell him your secrets! Like I know any, anyway! I wouldn't tell him if I did! He's never even asked about you accept maybe if you really hated him!"
"What did you tell him?" Harry had considerably calmed by the comforting thought that no one knew his secret…
"That you did hate him, but only because of the way he treated you."
"All right. Just don't get too involved, Hermione. You are my best friend, besides Ron. I don't want anything to happen to you. I care about you." He smiled.
"So Cho doesn't rate up there?" she said horribly. Harry blushed.
"No she doesn't. She's not a friend, really. I mean she is, but she's my girlfriend, so it's different. You know?" he stuttered nervously.
"Okay, if you say so." She rummaged through her bag and drew out a thick textbook, an over-stuffed notebook full of parchment, a stained ink container, and a quill. She tugged out a piece of yellowish parchment, wet her quill and quickly scribbled a few words at the top. Then she flipped open the book and scanned the page for something obviously important.
Harry, seeing that she was not going to pay any more attention to him, sat back down and began eating an apple that he was going to eat before they left the Great Hall. He took a corner of his shirt (different than the one he wiped his glasses on) and polished it. Its red luster was so appetizing, and he opened his mouth to bite down. But before he could sink his teeth into the juicy and delectable interior, Draco walked back in. Harry sighed and looked up.
"Did he tell you?" Harry asked, but upon seeing the boy's face, it turned into a stupid question. Draco's eyes were steely and his lips set in a plump pout.
"Goddamnit! Who's idea was this?!" he looked pointedly at the other boy.
Meekly, Hermione raised her head. "Draco-" he spun around to gaze at her. "It was me. I'm sorry, I just wanted you to go somewhere safe…" she peered down once again and pretended to intensely study her notes.
"No, Ms. Granger, it wasn't." a new voice came into play. "It was mine, if you remember. Don't try to take my deserved credit!" Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Anyway, I know you're unhappy, both of you." He said, indicating Draco and Harry. Harry chomped on a humoungous chunk of apple loudly. "But you are going to have to survive. I'm going to set up curtains around your sleeping areas and give you blankets and things of that sort. You all shall stay here until our visitor comes. I will return." He went back out and left the three staring after him.
"Uh, what visitor? No one told me anything about someone coming here to see us! I hope it's not my fa- I mean, Lucius Malfoy. That guy's a full-fledged creep." He tried to sound like he didn't know him personally.
"I don't know. Dumbledore didn't utter a word about it!" Hermione added. Together, the pair stared at Harry.
"Well don't look at me! Do you think anyone would care in the least to if I know anything that's going on?" Draco laughed out loud.
"Why would they? Everyone knows that if you aren't let in on a secret, soon enough you'll know it better than the rest of us and end up running into You-Know-Who on the way!"
The trio giggled and Harry regurgitated his tales of meeting Lord Voldemort and Tom Riddle and the Dark Lord's supporters. This went on for around 3 hours and finally Rubeus Hagrid lumbered in.
Throwing the armful of blankets and pillows down, he grinned his oversized teeth brightly. "Hey kids! Whatcha doin' up here?"
He hunkered down and sat on the fluffy floor. "Oh, so you don't know either…darn it." Hermione said.
"Professor Dumbledore wants us to stay here overnight so a 'visitor' can come. The only problem is, we don't have the slightest clue whom it is!"
"Oh that's dumb. I think they should tell ya that kinda stuff. It's too suspenseful! Anyway, Prafesser Dumbledore sent me here with all this junk. Seems like an awful lot for just the three o' ya. Oh yeah, an' he wants me ta get yer clothes and stuff yer gonna need. Hermione, he said for ya ter write a list o' things yer wantin' and I'll give it ter yer friend. I mean, a girlfriend. Ya know?"
"Yeah, sure, Hagrid. I'll do that now." She smiled and ripped off a piece of her parchment.
"If you guys want ter do that too, it's okay. Er else you kin just tell me an' I'll get it fer ya."
"All right, that's what we'll do then." They each were handed out an oddly shaped piece of parchment from a sighing Hermione. Then they went over to their backpacks to look for a quill. But Hagrid stopped them.
"Hey, use this. I found it in the hall. It's like a quill, only ya don't need ink er nothin'. Do ahead, use it. It's fun!" Hermione laughed as Malfoy tested it out like it contaminated some deadly virus.
"It's just a muggle pen! It's not harmful or anything; it's not going to bite! They use it to write with, and just carry that around, not a quill and ink. It's a lot easier, trust me."
"Yeah, the Dursley's have a bunch. They aren't very expensive and most families have a million lying around the house. It's easy to use, watch." Harry picked it up scribbled his name down. "Try." He commanded to Draco, who was watching carefully.
He delicately rounded a "D" on his paper. "Cool." He wrote down a few things and then handed the writing utensil back to Harry. He did the same, passing it, with their lists, to Hagrid. The tall man exited the area, leaving the three alone once again.
Then the nurse walked in with an armful of blankets, and unlocking three tiny doors in the back of the room, she pulled out three curtains, all teal. Then she exited, and Hermione immediately claimed her spot in the middle. She set up her pillows and blankets and opened a different textbook. Taking her lead, the others did the same.
By the time Harry was done with his 2-rolls-of-parchment Herbology homework for Professor Sprout, and his Transfiguration practice, Hermione slammed her book closed and stood up. "I can not take this any longer! We have got to figure out why he wants to keep us here!" They agreed on that, but could not agree on how to find out. So Harry pulled out a set of gobstones.
"Let's play until who ever our little 'visitor' is comes." He suggested. Draco ended up winning the match; him being more experienced in the game. Soon, it was nearing 11:00 p.m. and Harry was tired so he fell asleep. Hermione closed his curtain and went over to Draco's partition.
"Hey. Who do you think it is?" She asked.
"I don't have a clue. Probably *him* with my luck."
"Nah, I doubt it. Dumbledore obviously despises him to begin with, so I don't think he would bring him someplace where he's not wanted." She whispered, hopefully.
"Yeah, I guess. Why does Potter hate me so much?"
"I don't know. Ever since last year, he doesn't trust anyone. Not even Dumbledore, Lupin, Ron, or even me. Don't feel bad about it. I wouldn't." Hermione hugged Draco.
"Oh, I don't know. I just get the feeling that he would be a lot happier if I weren't here."
"Yeah, he probably would be. But that's not that point. There is someone who does want you here. That's me."
Hermione pulled Draco close and kissed him. He smiled bashfully and kissed her back. Right at that moment, Sirius Black came tumbling into the room, almost falling on top of them.
"Whoa, sorry! Where's Harry?" They pointed to the curtain.
"Padfoot, what are you doing here? Are you our 'visitor'?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, I think. I am visiting you, so I suppose I am. Uh, is there something I should know about here?" They were still in each other's arms. Embarrassed, they separated. Sirius gently tapped Harry's shoulder. He mumbled something that sounded like 'it's Sunday, Dean, don't trick me, it's too early!' and turned over. Then as they all laughed, Harry woke up and rubbed his eyes.
"What? Sirius! What are you doing here? You're the 'visitor'?"
"Yes I am. I'm supposed to talk to you about this summer. Harry, I know you hate the Dursleys, and Mr. Uh, Harrison, you have no home. So you're both coming with me! Remus will be there too. It's actually his house."
"All right," said Harry. "But does he have to come?"
"Yes. Didn't I just explain that?" He ruffled a disgruntled-looking Harry's black hair.
"Yeah, but still." He shrugged.
"Yes. But what I'd like to know is what's going on over here!" He nodded towards Hermione and Draco who were sitting close to each other again.
"Oh yuck!" Harry ducked under the blankets, obviously tired beyond his wits.
Draco gave the girl a look. "He is definitely NOT a morning person, as you can see."
Sirius told Draco that he would be back at the end of the year to pick them up and to look for Lupin and an enormous dog at King's Cross.
Then Dumbledore came in to tell them to go to sleep. The next morning they woke up in their beds in their dorms. Unfortunately, with 6th year finals coming up, they were piled with homework and studying for the next few weeks. 6th year tests were extremely important because that grade would determine what college took you. Of course, Hermione didn't have to worry much about that, seeing that she had already read the selection of books for all of her classes next year. But she still practiced incessantly, as did everyone else who wanted to get into college. She tutored Harry, Ron, Dean, Lavender, and anyone else who asked. On one particular incident, Ron begged her to help him.
"Hermione, you have got to help me! I'm dying; this class is sinking me! I don't understand anything, and can't pay attention because Lavender always insists on fooling around all class!" Of course, she gave him a stern lecture on the difference of girlfriends and studies and then set out to help him raise his grade. The rest of the 6th year students were cramming and special permission was granted to them to keep their candles lit as long as they wanted at night as long as they were undoubtedly studying. Which they all were, for no one had time enough for anything else.
Although the early-Spring coldness had passed quickly and they were well into the warm weather of the next season. Younger students frolicked outside in the sun while they grabbed at every spare moment to cram more knowledge into their heads. The tests were not only going to be practical, but written and oral as well. They were also changed every year so the answers were not passed down.
Draco and Hermione barely ever saw each other, and when they did, they only talked about the tests, just as every other 6th year would. When the week of finals crept into view, people stayed up throughout the night and were walking zombies during the day. Some took caffeine or other pills to stay awake. Some became addicted to caffeine in coffee, tea, chocolate, or another substance that contained the drug. Most just relied on carbohydrates for energy, but frequently fell asleep in certain boring classes. Hermione had so many classes to study for she wanted to stop studying for just a moment and cry. Others had similar notions, and soon Hermione was forced to convert her dorm into a 24-hour study program. People, both guys and girls, went in at night to be tutored and during the day also. Stress and anxiety were high, and anti-stress potions were concocted around the clock and dealt out from Parvati Patil's bed.
People began to report to Madam Pomphrey's office daily and over-loaded her with work. But she was used to it, as it happen every year at this time. The day came when the examinations arrived, all were worried. Hermione's first class occurred with Draco, Harry, and Ron. It was Transfiguration and it rumored that these were always the most difficult.
To everyone's surprise, as they walked in, instead of Prof. McGonagall glaring at them over her glasses, Remus Lupin greeted them. Harry was so shocked at this, he yelled "Mooney! What the hell are you doing here?"
This made the whole class erupt into a tumultuous and well-needed laugh. It was not an especially hilarious comment, but it triggered the 'anti-stress' button and released tension in everyone.
"Well, Professor McGonagall was working extremely hard last night to create these exams for you, I understand. And she collapsed right after she finished. So she's in the Hospital Wing recovering. So I'm here to oversee your tests." Somehow his presence made the room more relaxed. "I was never much of a test-taker myself. Actually, I couldn't stand them. Still can't, really. So I wish you the best of luck today! We're going to do this a bit differently this year. I'm going to start by giving out the written part of the examination. I'll give you about 5 minutes, then I will call you, one by one, in here to do the practical part. Okay?" he dispersed the thick packet and proceeded to wait and then call someone. He did this, and he chose Hermione to be first. The whole room groaned.
Whispers were heard about the room. 'She'll set standards none of us could live up to!' and 'Oh my gosh, she'll make me look like a fool!'
"No talking has begun!" they ceased and Hermione grabbed her wand and headed towards Lupin. "Draco, could you come here please?" he stumbled down the aisle. "I've decided to do this in twos. Come back here into this back office." He led them into the room.
"Okay, before we start, I'd like to ask you a few questions. First, are you two an 'item'?"
"Uhhh…." Was all Draco managed to utter.
"As you can see, Sirius spilled the beans. Just to me, though. Let's see, kissing on campus breaks a couple rules, does it not?"
"No, it does not! And why is it your business?" Hermione glared.
"It's not! I was just joking! I can remember when James and Lily frequently did as you, but they were expected. They were both from Gryffindor, and you two are from Gryffindor and Slytherin, the biggest opposites!"
"Who cares? Can we get to the test?"
"Landmark in History, folks! A 6th year student who wants to take the tests! All right, have it your way." He gave them a difficult and complicated assignment and watched Hermione's eyebrows furrow and Draco's eyes narrow. Soon they had finished and went on to take the written and oral segments.
No one seemed to breath that day, or for the rest of the week, until Friday, when the tests were finally over. Then everyone exhaled and released all the tension, anxiety, and stress from the tribulations they had just been through. Every 6th year in the building ran outside in the shining sun that they hadn't seen for such a long time. They frolicked and played, and as soon as Draco spotted Hermione, he swooped her up into the air, brought her down, and then kissed her, much to the disgust of Harry, who turned around and pretended to vomit.
Hermione felt eyes burning into the back of her head. Turning around, she didn't see anything. Just a clutter of bushes and trees that were a spring green with new growths. She listened hard and heard a subtle rustle in the leaves. Figuring it was just a practical joke, she ignored the feeling that she was being watched. Suddenly, Draco grabbed her arm and pulled her into the Forbidden Forest.
"Show me where you went before." His smile became adventurous and mischievous as she looked into his sparkly gray eyes.
"Okay, if I can get to it again. But we have got to run, or else you will start to hear weird little noises and stuff. Alright, let's go!" they sped off into the dark branches and soon Hermione found herself back in that little peaceful clearing.
"Wow…" Draco gazed over the serene scene (forgive my alliteration) in awe. "This is really cool." She nodded and motioned for him to come sit by her on a rock. He sat down, and, taken over by the overwhelming bliss of this place, kissed her. They were alone, and no one knew or cared where they were. They were free to do anything, for the time being. After a few minutes, Hermione stood up and yanked off her cotton robe. She was now dressed in short khaki shorts and a sky blue strappy tank. She pulled her hair out of the ponytail that it had been confined to for over a week, letting it cascade down her soft shoulder. Taking her lead, Draco took off his linen robe. He was dressed in long khaki shorts, a black beater, and sandals. Hermione wrenched her sneakers off along with her socks and stood up in bare feet. Draco grinned at her lavender toenails as she wiggled them. He ran his fingers through her lustrous hair then bent down to catch her lips with his. They held on to each other like if they ever let go, they might never see each other again. They stayed like this for several minutes, but were interrupted by a shout.
"Draco! Get your hands off of that mudblood! Do you have no dignity?" a familiar cold face appeared. He jumped out of Hermione's arms and grasped his wand. Lucius Malfoy stood in place of a rather large bush.
"I told you to stay out of my life. I meant it." Draco whispered in a barely audible yet freezing cold, icy voice. She shivered even though the arm was warm.
"Son, we've done this once. You had the upper hand, but now we're in my territory. You have a choice. Come with me or die." Lucius said this with horrible sincerity.
"I am NOT you're son! And I will never go anywhere with you!"
"Then perish." He said simply and positioned his polished wand.
A/n: hahahah you'll have to wait! Oh man, I love doing this! Only, I don't even know the ending. Only that there will only be one more (thank the lord).