AN: ahem, attention all readers, this is me, your devoted leader-I-mean-
author, yes devoted AUTHOR… I want to know all of your opinions on what
should happen next. Please have consideration for my wishes and put want
you think should happen in your reviews. I have a plot already, but some
suggestions might make it more interesting/less predictable. On with the
dictatorship-I-mean story, yes STORY…
Last Time:
"DRACO STOP!" Yelled Hermione between giggles.
"Yes, Draco. I do believe you should stop." Echoed someone from behind them and Hermione and Draco froze and looked up slowly into the sympathetic/amused face of Ronan Milligan and the very stern face of Robert Granger. Hermione bit her lip nervously. *Oh, this is gonna be hell*
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Ronan motioned for them to get up, glancing briefly at Stephen. Hermione and Draco got themselves untangled from each other and got up slowly, Hermione in her wet bathing suit and Draco in his black outfit, both soaking wet and covered in grass and dirt. He grit his teeth and glanced at Stephen again.
"Stephen, why don't you go climb trees with Crookshanks and Charmian…," He said. Stephen nodded solemnly and ran off towards the gardens. Draco was expressionless, but Hermione was quaking in her figurative boots. This was an unprecedented experience; she had no idea what her quiet, thoughtful father would do. He turned to the house, unsmiling.
"Why don't you all come inside?" He said, in a stilted voice. Mr. Milligan cringed. He had heard that voice before.
"Ehm, I had better go play with Stephen, he might get lonely, eheh…" He said, bumbling off after Stephen hurriedly. Hermione sent him a disbelieving glare and he looked a little sheepish. 'Sorry!' he mouthed. She snarled in his direction once more before following her father and Draco into the kitchen. They all sat down around the round, glass table and looked at each other. Her father was sending menacing looks at her and Draco, and Draco was just sitting there, looking around the room and humming to himself as if nothing had happened. Hermione was alternately cringing and mouthing 'shut up' to Draco, who didn't notice. Little did he know that her father hated…
"Will you stop that incessant humming?" Her father hissed, startling Draco. He looked at them in surprise; he had been busy examining the different spices. He smiled congenially,
"Oh, sorry." He said, before smiling reassuringly at Hermione. She couldn't believe him! *How can he be so sure of himself? Dad is going to kill him! I wouldn't be surprised if he's plotting ways to bury him right now! *
"Well." Said her father, interrupting thoughts.
"Oh, how rude of me… I don't believe we met! My name is Draco Malfoy; I'm a fellow graduate of Hermione's. I'll also be with her next year at Ho…" Hermione elbowed him in the ribs. She hadn't mentioned the one little matter of internship to her father yet…
"Next year at Harry's birthday party!" She finished for Draco.
"Harry's planning his birthday party already?" Asked her father. Draco glared at her; there was no way he was going to Potter's birthday party to paddle around in a kiddie pool with the Dream Team.
"Oh, you know how he is… so organized…" Said Hermione. Draco snorted.
"Well, it's always to meet any FRIEND of Hermione's… sweetheart, maybe you should go get changed into something warmer…" He said, still glaring at Draco. Hermione looked between the two of them nervously. She couldn't trust Draco not to… do something stupid… like tell her father about them…
"Oh, no that's okay…" She said, standing up and pointing her wand at herself. She was immediately dressed in the jean Capris and white cardigan she had been wearing originally. She sat down, smiling nervously.
"So Draco… where do you hail from?"
"Oh, Malfoy Manor is in Brighton, or rather outside of it. But we have a place in Spain that's bigger, and a few other vacation houses around the world."
"What does your father do?" Hermione was afraid Draco'd say something like 'kill and torture Muggles and worship Voldemort' but he said calmly,
"He owns a world wide wand factory. THE world wide wand factory, I should say, since there is no other." Draco smiled, as though he was really enjoying himself.
"So have you two been involved in…"
"Daddy, we've only been dating for a few weeks! I SWEAR!" Hermione blurted, noting how amused Draco looked and plotting revenge. Her father turned gray- ish.
"Been involved in any school projects together?" He finished lamely. Hermione blushed painfully. Oops, she hadn't meant to say that. And she'd been worrying about Draco.
"Dating as in study dating, right Draco?" She said hastily, nodding at Draco to urge him on. He smiled at her innocently.
"But honey, you don't need help studying potions, Arithmancy or COMC, and neither do I! Those ARE the only classes we have together. Why on earth would we go on a date to study when we could go on a date to…" Hermione cut him off. Innocent indeed.
"Go on a date to ah, study, ah… other things?" She said hopefully, hoping her father was very, VERY thick. Unfortunately for her,
"How long have you been dating then?" He said, his head in his hands.
"3 weeks." Draco said just as Hermione said "A few days." She glanced around guiltily. "I mean 3 weeks." She said, hoping no one had noticed.
"I can't believe I'm in love with a girl who lies." Draco said mournfully.
"Love?" Asked her father, slumping in his seat. Hermione kicked Draco's shin.
"Hermione, why did you just kick my shin? Did you want to conceal a truth from your understanding father?" He asked her helpfully. Hermione groaned. Her father sat up straight and said briskly,
"I'm needed elsewhere… something about work…" He said before running out in the direction of his office.
"But your retired!" Yelled Hermione after him. She waited for a response, but none came. She sighed and turned back to look at Draco. If looks could kill…
"Why are you looking at me like that? I think it went really well, don't you?" Draco said, smiling brightly and holding his arms out for a hug. Ooh she wanted to wipe that smirk off his face, she wanted to strangle him, and she wanted to… might as well! She lunged for him, her hands going for his neck. They both went down, he was laughing *how ridiculous! How can he laugh when his death is imminent? * Thought Hermione as she scratched, bit and hit. She lost a moment later. *That's why he was laughing. * Sighed Hermione. Draco was sitting up with her between his legs, he was holding her arms across her chest and he had a leg over both of hers. *Totally helpless, that's me* Hermione thought idly as she blew a strand of hair out of her face.
"Great, I'm in love with a girl who lies AND tries to kill me! Charming." Draco said.
"Charmian, actually." She said lazily, not really listening and assuming he was talking about her cat.
"Why did you try to kill me, by the way?" Hermione snapped to attention and struggled for a brief moment before giving up.
"I don't know. It just seemed appropriate." She said truthfully.
"It seemed appropriate to attack and maim your loving boyfriend?"
"Don't say that word here."
"Attack or maim?"
"I wasn't going to maim you, just kill you. But don't say that L word."
"Love? Loving? Lovely? I love to love my loving and lovely Hermione?" Draco asked.
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"You are insufferable. Incorrigible. Insolent. Annoying."
"Mmmhmm." Said Draco, leaning back against the wall.
"And you're also irritating, and bothersome, and…other things like that."
"Infuriating, exasperating, aggravating, frustrating, trying, maddening, incurable, hopeless, impudent, rude, audacious, disrespectful, cheeky, unbearable, intolerable, insupportable, and unendurable. I think that's about it." Finished Draco, slightly out of breath.
"How many times did YOU read the thesaurus?"
"Four. Under the watchful eye of Dobby. To be quizzed on each and every word by Mother after supper. On the threat of losing my most prized teddy bear. "
"Do learned!" Demanded Hermione in an excited tone.
"Erudite, scholarly, academic, cultured, well-read. Related terms are: well- informed, conversant, familiar, informed, educated, expert, experienced and knowledgeable. Also related: clever, intelligent, bright, brainy, sharp, and quick. Also related: "
"All right! My God, that's amazing! I have my own walking, talking, kissing, thesaurus!"
"You didn't let me finish."
"I don't want to hear any more of that word. Do a new one!" Said Hermione, sounding like a four-year-old child.
"How about rude?"
"OK." Hermione said, not making the connection at all. Draco rolled his eyes and began.
"impolite, discourteous, bad-mannered, uncouth, offensive, foul, vulgar, boorish, disrespectful. Also related: crude, coarse, foul-mouthed, rough, common, Hermione and unrefined." Hermione was counting on her fingers.
"That was 16…hey wait…HERMIONE?"
"Hermione: a word commonly used to describe rude." This statement earned Draco an elbow in the ribs.
"So it was only 15 then." Said Hermione.
"Only 15." Confirmed Draco.
"That was an impolite, discourteous, bad-mannered, uncouth, foul, vulgar, boorish, disrespectful, crude, coarse, rough and unrefined thing to say."
"You left out offensive, foul-mouthed, and common, dear." Teased Draco, although Hermione couldn't see his smirk.
"Thank-you dear." She replied lightly, pushing his leg off hers and struggling out of his arms, then holding a hand out and helping him up.
"We should go see the others." She said, sighing regretfully.
"Yes, we should." Said Draco, heading for the patio.
They walked into the bright sunlight and looked around. The gardens held a delightfully bright array of colors and flowers. Tropical, traditional, any flower you could think of, it was there in the gardens of Richardson Park. Hermione and Draco walked through the garden. Draco was simply taking in the beauty and splendor of the place, but Hermione was looking around warily, wondering where Stephen, Mr. Milligan and the cats were… they hadn't seen them in quite a while…
"Draco and Hermione, up in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g," Sang a 6-year-old voice from somewhere in the garden. Hermione looked around quickly.
"That sounds like a good idea. We should climb up a tree and kiss." Said Draco, completely serious.
"Are you serious?" Asked Hermione.
"Yes. I mean, nobody would think to look for us there…" he said, climbing up a tree and then pulling her up with him.
"Now for the good part…" Said Hermione, closing her eyes…
"First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes Draco with a baby carriage," Taunted the little voice. It was accompanied by 2 blissful yowls and an elderly sounding laugh.
"No, you've got it wrong. Then comes the NANNY with the baby carriage." Draco yelled. Hermione scowled at him.
"No, you had it right the first time! Draco WILL be walking the baby. No child of mine will be ferry-ed about by some insensitive nanny when he has 2 perfectly capable parents at his disposal…"
"Excuse me, it's MY child too… and I am not going to be at some snot-nosed child's
Disposal! Hmmph. Nannies have been a Malfoy tradition for centuries…"
" He wouldn't be snot-nosed at all! I'm meticulous, you know that, I'm sure he'll inherit all my good traits. And don't you even want to be involved in your child's life?"
"It's just an expression for crying out loud! Well, yeah, I would want to be involved, a LITTLE bit. Like, I'm sure he'll be cute and all that, but they're sorta boring, you know? Making them is what's more interesting…"
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"Who's Daddy's little baby? Who's Daddy's little baby?"
"DRACO! GET YOUR BUTT TO BED! YOU'RE KEEPING THE BABY UP!"
"NUH UH! He wants to play with me, isn't that right? You love playing with your Daddykins, don't you…hee hee…"
"DRACO!"
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"But you won't feel that way once we have children!" (AN: Little does she know…)
"We? Got the future all planned out, eh? But anyway, I don't think I'll change at all. I mean, it's just a BABY for crying out loud!" (AN: Little does HE know…)
"JUST a BABY! It's OUR baby, our FLESH and BLOOD for God's sake, not just ANY OLD baby!"
"Women are so sentimental!"
"ARGH!"
"Pardon me?"
"Male chauvinistic pig!"
"You used that already."
"ARGH!"
"Come again?"
"Male prejudiced pig!"
"It doesn't have a nice ring to it though, does it?"
"Would you just shut up? You're making it worse!"
"Making what worse?"
"Everything!"
"Everything? THAT'S a bit vague, don't you think? Don't expect me to read your mind, Hermione."
"You should be able to read my mind!"
"WHY?"
"Because we're soul mates!"
"That was a really unreasonable thing to say."
"It WAS a really unreasonable thing to say. Sorry. I'm embarrassed."
"No, that's fine, don't be. We all have days when we can't think of good retorts." They both nodded, kissed and then leaned back against a limb of the tree they were sitting in, argument forgotten and forgiven as easily as that.
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AN: D'you like the foreshadowing bit? I thought it was quite cute… *giggle* just picture Draco like that… "Daddykins"? *giggle* Thanks to reviewers:
cutie-pie-vivi- Wrote more…see?
porkypop- Every time I read your name I think of this little piglet at a computer typing away… hee hee (not to say you're a piglet or anything, but you know what I mean…)!
Evenstar- when Hermione thought "Oh, this is going to be hell" she was referring to what was going to happen very soon… her father was going to flip. Well, wouldn't your father flip if he ran out of the house and found you rolling around on the ground in a bathing suit with a really cute boy wearing wet clothes? Mine would! More romance? I was worrying that I was overloading it… I don't know. I mean, I'm not particularly good at romance… am I? I will if I can.
ChibiFuu Malfoy- thanks ChibiFuu (that's a really fun name to write, the computer hates it. I don't know how spell check manages to change it to tibia…)!
Kiyoko-Mr. Granger is going to get very, very mad. Titania was talking about *fuzzy noise* What? You didn't hear me? She was talking about *tractor rolls by*. I know, you never would have guessed she was talking about *dog howls* would you? Well, bye!
G*Ness- I've always wanted a window seat too! And a solarium, and a lake, and a library, and loads of hidden passages, and a manor, and a… does all that sound familiar to you too?
kat- I'm glad y'all aren't upset…
cliffies are just so much fun!
steele- and your opinion IS valued dear… *nods head reverently*
Sucker For Romance- Trouble, yes.
Icy Stormz- Hermione's Mum is a Seer, but that isn't necessarily related to wizarding is it? If it is, oops, I didn't know. Seeing isn't mentioned in any of the books, nor are gypsies, and that's what Titania is. Maybe gypsies have a different type of magic which isn't as strong, so they are still classified as Muggle's, people who aren't involved in wizarding. Gypsies can't use wands and all that snuffleguff. So HA you skepticist! Love ya. Liked the new chappie of Forced Love.
Me- you wait no more.
Mione G- why thank-you, dear.
Last Time:
"DRACO STOP!" Yelled Hermione between giggles.
"Yes, Draco. I do believe you should stop." Echoed someone from behind them and Hermione and Draco froze and looked up slowly into the sympathetic/amused face of Ronan Milligan and the very stern face of Robert Granger. Hermione bit her lip nervously. *Oh, this is gonna be hell*
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Ronan motioned for them to get up, glancing briefly at Stephen. Hermione and Draco got themselves untangled from each other and got up slowly, Hermione in her wet bathing suit and Draco in his black outfit, both soaking wet and covered in grass and dirt. He grit his teeth and glanced at Stephen again.
"Stephen, why don't you go climb trees with Crookshanks and Charmian…," He said. Stephen nodded solemnly and ran off towards the gardens. Draco was expressionless, but Hermione was quaking in her figurative boots. This was an unprecedented experience; she had no idea what her quiet, thoughtful father would do. He turned to the house, unsmiling.
"Why don't you all come inside?" He said, in a stilted voice. Mr. Milligan cringed. He had heard that voice before.
"Ehm, I had better go play with Stephen, he might get lonely, eheh…" He said, bumbling off after Stephen hurriedly. Hermione sent him a disbelieving glare and he looked a little sheepish. 'Sorry!' he mouthed. She snarled in his direction once more before following her father and Draco into the kitchen. They all sat down around the round, glass table and looked at each other. Her father was sending menacing looks at her and Draco, and Draco was just sitting there, looking around the room and humming to himself as if nothing had happened. Hermione was alternately cringing and mouthing 'shut up' to Draco, who didn't notice. Little did he know that her father hated…
"Will you stop that incessant humming?" Her father hissed, startling Draco. He looked at them in surprise; he had been busy examining the different spices. He smiled congenially,
"Oh, sorry." He said, before smiling reassuringly at Hermione. She couldn't believe him! *How can he be so sure of himself? Dad is going to kill him! I wouldn't be surprised if he's plotting ways to bury him right now! *
"Well." Said her father, interrupting thoughts.
"Oh, how rude of me… I don't believe we met! My name is Draco Malfoy; I'm a fellow graduate of Hermione's. I'll also be with her next year at Ho…" Hermione elbowed him in the ribs. She hadn't mentioned the one little matter of internship to her father yet…
"Next year at Harry's birthday party!" She finished for Draco.
"Harry's planning his birthday party already?" Asked her father. Draco glared at her; there was no way he was going to Potter's birthday party to paddle around in a kiddie pool with the Dream Team.
"Oh, you know how he is… so organized…" Said Hermione. Draco snorted.
"Well, it's always to meet any FRIEND of Hermione's… sweetheart, maybe you should go get changed into something warmer…" He said, still glaring at Draco. Hermione looked between the two of them nervously. She couldn't trust Draco not to… do something stupid… like tell her father about them…
"Oh, no that's okay…" She said, standing up and pointing her wand at herself. She was immediately dressed in the jean Capris and white cardigan she had been wearing originally. She sat down, smiling nervously.
"So Draco… where do you hail from?"
"Oh, Malfoy Manor is in Brighton, or rather outside of it. But we have a place in Spain that's bigger, and a few other vacation houses around the world."
"What does your father do?" Hermione was afraid Draco'd say something like 'kill and torture Muggles and worship Voldemort' but he said calmly,
"He owns a world wide wand factory. THE world wide wand factory, I should say, since there is no other." Draco smiled, as though he was really enjoying himself.
"So have you two been involved in…"
"Daddy, we've only been dating for a few weeks! I SWEAR!" Hermione blurted, noting how amused Draco looked and plotting revenge. Her father turned gray- ish.
"Been involved in any school projects together?" He finished lamely. Hermione blushed painfully. Oops, she hadn't meant to say that. And she'd been worrying about Draco.
"Dating as in study dating, right Draco?" She said hastily, nodding at Draco to urge him on. He smiled at her innocently.
"But honey, you don't need help studying potions, Arithmancy or COMC, and neither do I! Those ARE the only classes we have together. Why on earth would we go on a date to study when we could go on a date to…" Hermione cut him off. Innocent indeed.
"Go on a date to ah, study, ah… other things?" She said hopefully, hoping her father was very, VERY thick. Unfortunately for her,
"How long have you been dating then?" He said, his head in his hands.
"3 weeks." Draco said just as Hermione said "A few days." She glanced around guiltily. "I mean 3 weeks." She said, hoping no one had noticed.
"I can't believe I'm in love with a girl who lies." Draco said mournfully.
"Love?" Asked her father, slumping in his seat. Hermione kicked Draco's shin.
"Hermione, why did you just kick my shin? Did you want to conceal a truth from your understanding father?" He asked her helpfully. Hermione groaned. Her father sat up straight and said briskly,
"I'm needed elsewhere… something about work…" He said before running out in the direction of his office.
"But your retired!" Yelled Hermione after him. She waited for a response, but none came. She sighed and turned back to look at Draco. If looks could kill…
"Why are you looking at me like that? I think it went really well, don't you?" Draco said, smiling brightly and holding his arms out for a hug. Ooh she wanted to wipe that smirk off his face, she wanted to strangle him, and she wanted to… might as well! She lunged for him, her hands going for his neck. They both went down, he was laughing *how ridiculous! How can he laugh when his death is imminent? * Thought Hermione as she scratched, bit and hit. She lost a moment later. *That's why he was laughing. * Sighed Hermione. Draco was sitting up with her between his legs, he was holding her arms across her chest and he had a leg over both of hers. *Totally helpless, that's me* Hermione thought idly as she blew a strand of hair out of her face.
"Great, I'm in love with a girl who lies AND tries to kill me! Charming." Draco said.
"Charmian, actually." She said lazily, not really listening and assuming he was talking about her cat.
"Why did you try to kill me, by the way?" Hermione snapped to attention and struggled for a brief moment before giving up.
"I don't know. It just seemed appropriate." She said truthfully.
"It seemed appropriate to attack and maim your loving boyfriend?"
"Don't say that word here."
"Attack or maim?"
"I wasn't going to maim you, just kill you. But don't say that L word."
"Love? Loving? Lovely? I love to love my loving and lovely Hermione?" Draco asked.
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"You are insufferable. Incorrigible. Insolent. Annoying."
"Mmmhmm." Said Draco, leaning back against the wall.
"And you're also irritating, and bothersome, and…other things like that."
"Infuriating, exasperating, aggravating, frustrating, trying, maddening, incurable, hopeless, impudent, rude, audacious, disrespectful, cheeky, unbearable, intolerable, insupportable, and unendurable. I think that's about it." Finished Draco, slightly out of breath.
"How many times did YOU read the thesaurus?"
"Four. Under the watchful eye of Dobby. To be quizzed on each and every word by Mother after supper. On the threat of losing my most prized teddy bear. "
"Do learned!" Demanded Hermione in an excited tone.
"Erudite, scholarly, academic, cultured, well-read. Related terms are: well- informed, conversant, familiar, informed, educated, expert, experienced and knowledgeable. Also related: clever, intelligent, bright, brainy, sharp, and quick. Also related: "
"All right! My God, that's amazing! I have my own walking, talking, kissing, thesaurus!"
"You didn't let me finish."
"I don't want to hear any more of that word. Do a new one!" Said Hermione, sounding like a four-year-old child.
"How about rude?"
"OK." Hermione said, not making the connection at all. Draco rolled his eyes and began.
"impolite, discourteous, bad-mannered, uncouth, offensive, foul, vulgar, boorish, disrespectful. Also related: crude, coarse, foul-mouthed, rough, common, Hermione and unrefined." Hermione was counting on her fingers.
"That was 16…hey wait…HERMIONE?"
"Hermione: a word commonly used to describe rude." This statement earned Draco an elbow in the ribs.
"So it was only 15 then." Said Hermione.
"Only 15." Confirmed Draco.
"That was an impolite, discourteous, bad-mannered, uncouth, foul, vulgar, boorish, disrespectful, crude, coarse, rough and unrefined thing to say."
"You left out offensive, foul-mouthed, and common, dear." Teased Draco, although Hermione couldn't see his smirk.
"Thank-you dear." She replied lightly, pushing his leg off hers and struggling out of his arms, then holding a hand out and helping him up.
"We should go see the others." She said, sighing regretfully.
"Yes, we should." Said Draco, heading for the patio.
They walked into the bright sunlight and looked around. The gardens held a delightfully bright array of colors and flowers. Tropical, traditional, any flower you could think of, it was there in the gardens of Richardson Park. Hermione and Draco walked through the garden. Draco was simply taking in the beauty and splendor of the place, but Hermione was looking around warily, wondering where Stephen, Mr. Milligan and the cats were… they hadn't seen them in quite a while…
"Draco and Hermione, up in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g," Sang a 6-year-old voice from somewhere in the garden. Hermione looked around quickly.
"That sounds like a good idea. We should climb up a tree and kiss." Said Draco, completely serious.
"Are you serious?" Asked Hermione.
"Yes. I mean, nobody would think to look for us there…" he said, climbing up a tree and then pulling her up with him.
"Now for the good part…" Said Hermione, closing her eyes…
"First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes Draco with a baby carriage," Taunted the little voice. It was accompanied by 2 blissful yowls and an elderly sounding laugh.
"No, you've got it wrong. Then comes the NANNY with the baby carriage." Draco yelled. Hermione scowled at him.
"No, you had it right the first time! Draco WILL be walking the baby. No child of mine will be ferry-ed about by some insensitive nanny when he has 2 perfectly capable parents at his disposal…"
"Excuse me, it's MY child too… and I am not going to be at some snot-nosed child's
Disposal! Hmmph. Nannies have been a Malfoy tradition for centuries…"
" He wouldn't be snot-nosed at all! I'm meticulous, you know that, I'm sure he'll inherit all my good traits. And don't you even want to be involved in your child's life?"
"It's just an expression for crying out loud! Well, yeah, I would want to be involved, a LITTLE bit. Like, I'm sure he'll be cute and all that, but they're sorta boring, you know? Making them is what's more interesting…"
Foreshadowing***********************************************************
"Who's Daddy's little baby? Who's Daddy's little baby?"
"DRACO! GET YOUR BUTT TO BED! YOU'RE KEEPING THE BABY UP!"
"NUH UH! He wants to play with me, isn't that right? You love playing with your Daddykins, don't you…hee hee…"
"DRACO!"
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"But you won't feel that way once we have children!" (AN: Little does she know…)
"We? Got the future all planned out, eh? But anyway, I don't think I'll change at all. I mean, it's just a BABY for crying out loud!" (AN: Little does HE know…)
"JUST a BABY! It's OUR baby, our FLESH and BLOOD for God's sake, not just ANY OLD baby!"
"Women are so sentimental!"
"ARGH!"
"Pardon me?"
"Male chauvinistic pig!"
"You used that already."
"ARGH!"
"Come again?"
"Male prejudiced pig!"
"It doesn't have a nice ring to it though, does it?"
"Would you just shut up? You're making it worse!"
"Making what worse?"
"Everything!"
"Everything? THAT'S a bit vague, don't you think? Don't expect me to read your mind, Hermione."
"You should be able to read my mind!"
"WHY?"
"Because we're soul mates!"
"That was a really unreasonable thing to say."
"It WAS a really unreasonable thing to say. Sorry. I'm embarrassed."
"No, that's fine, don't be. We all have days when we can't think of good retorts." They both nodded, kissed and then leaned back against a limb of the tree they were sitting in, argument forgotten and forgiven as easily as that.
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AN: D'you like the foreshadowing bit? I thought it was quite cute… *giggle* just picture Draco like that… "Daddykins"? *giggle* Thanks to reviewers:
cutie-pie-vivi- Wrote more…see?
porkypop- Every time I read your name I think of this little piglet at a computer typing away… hee hee (not to say you're a piglet or anything, but you know what I mean…)!
Evenstar- when Hermione thought "Oh, this is going to be hell" she was referring to what was going to happen very soon… her father was going to flip. Well, wouldn't your father flip if he ran out of the house and found you rolling around on the ground in a bathing suit with a really cute boy wearing wet clothes? Mine would! More romance? I was worrying that I was overloading it… I don't know. I mean, I'm not particularly good at romance… am I? I will if I can.
ChibiFuu Malfoy- thanks ChibiFuu (that's a really fun name to write, the computer hates it. I don't know how spell check manages to change it to tibia…)!
Kiyoko-Mr. Granger is going to get very, very mad. Titania was talking about *fuzzy noise* What? You didn't hear me? She was talking about *tractor rolls by*. I know, you never would have guessed she was talking about *dog howls* would you? Well, bye!
G*Ness- I've always wanted a window seat too! And a solarium, and a lake, and a library, and loads of hidden passages, and a manor, and a… does all that sound familiar to you too?
kat- I'm glad y'all aren't upset…
cliffies are just so much fun!
steele- and your opinion IS valued dear… *nods head reverently*
Sucker For Romance- Trouble, yes.
Icy Stormz- Hermione's Mum is a Seer, but that isn't necessarily related to wizarding is it? If it is, oops, I didn't know. Seeing isn't mentioned in any of the books, nor are gypsies, and that's what Titania is. Maybe gypsies have a different type of magic which isn't as strong, so they are still classified as Muggle's, people who aren't involved in wizarding. Gypsies can't use wands and all that snuffleguff. So HA you skepticist! Love ya. Liked the new chappie of Forced Love.
Me- you wait no more.
Mione G- why thank-you, dear.