A/N: Hey people, it's finally winter break and sorry but I never found my
floppy disk. I tried, really I did! I'm not kidding, I really did!
Well here's my next chapter. I'm so sorry for the long wait but would you rather I updated with a lousy chapter or made you wait for something that was actually good!? Well? Yeah, I know, I'm right! See, patience is a virtue, you know!
I guess there is nothing else to say but. read my fic!
Disclaimer: I almost forgot about this. Ok, I don't know didly, blah, blah, blah. you know the rest. I mean obviously I'm not J.K. Rowling. The only we have in common is the same first name but other than that, there is nothing that could ever mix you up with me and her.
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"What am I doing?!" Her voice was shaking.
"I'm helping Malfoy!" Her voice was getting louder.
"It's Malfoy for Pete's sake!" Her voice was intensifying.
"What am I thinking.?" Her mind was lost in a trance/
It had been like this for the past three hours. Pacing, pacing, pacing, ever since she left Malfoy to his room.
"I let him stay here again!" she wailed, her arms were above her head, waving in the air, "Draco Malfoy is in his room right now, doing God knows what? And what am I doing? I am bloody hell letting him!"
Obviously she was going through a large amount of anguish. Her chestnut colored hair was tousled as little beads of perspiration were starting to appear on the top of her forehead. While she had been endlessly jabbering about nothing in particular but topics surrounding the subject of Draco Malfoy, she had changed into her night gown. Maybe it was from practice. Being in Hogwarts didn't just teach her the importance of reaching your potential in magic but it also let her know the significance of multitasking, do doing certain miscellaneous tasks without knowing it didn't surprise her.
"He's in his room. His room... His room." for the first time in the last hour, she paused, "His room."
Her eyes suddenly went wide and she quickly dashed toward her bed. Without any regard for her normal behavior, she flung herself onto it, letting herself bounce up a couple times. Her face landed on a red pillow to hide her tears.
She didn't care if they would ruin the linen.
She didn't care she could probably be heard.
All she cared about was letting herself finally express the tears she'd been holding in, to become undone. Hermione Granger needed to break into a million pieces, ever so desperately.
"His room, that's official. He's back in my life again..." she said, as a salty teardrop slid slowly down her cheek.
"He's back. He's back.." Another tear soon followed.
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"Wow, who would have thought that this would have been so easy?"
Draco Malfoy was in his room. The room he had slept in before. He looked around once again. This time around taking in everything. The four post bed that rose high toward the ceiling was of course themed in the Slytherin colors. The colors brought a smile to his face. He may not be a Slytherin anymore but he still had his years there to remember. His final school years at Hogwarts.
"Everything then was .." A smirk appeared on his face.
Once he finished reminiscing over the old days, he continued his survey of what would be his home for the next couple days. week. "Oh hell," he thought, "This could last who knows? Months maybe." His sadistic grin appeared again.
There were Slytherin memorabilia located everywhere. Cowling around the high lamps were silver snakes and there were several silver and green accents spread around the room. But the more important and significant item was located on top of the four poster bed. It was the regal portrait of the famous wizard himself, Salazar Slytherin. His posture was straight, strong, very much refined. His face matched the rest of his body. It bore only a grim appearance indicating he definitely had the face that clearly said 'don't mess with me, especially if you're a mudblood'
"It's almost uncanny." He chuckled as he coursed a hand through his blond hair. His trademark look and nothing was going to get rid of that. [A/N: note to other Draco fanatics, don't get rid of his hair! That's so wrong!!! Plus it always pisses me off then ff writers write this off! Don't you realize that you are ruining all that is Draco Malfoy!? GRRR!]
"Here is Hermione Granger, one of the top mudblood witches. Everyday in school she was always trying to surpass the standards of everyone she knew. Professor Snape, me, every single Slytherin. She always wanted to be the best, to be worthy of being called a wictch. Though, here she is, hanging a rather large picture of Professor Slytherin. Some one who could have easily been friend with Lord Voldemort," Draco said, sending his smirk to grow wider.
It was already two in the morning when Draco Malfoy gave his first yawn. He quickly changed into some pajamas that were neatly arranged on the bed. They were made out of green silk of course, nothing less was worthy could touch his pureblood skin. On the left breast pocket there was an embroidered green snake with his initials in the background.
He chuckled again, "She doesn't want me here but still she has clothes ready for me. Freshly laundered and pressed. What an odd person Hermione Granger is."
And that's when it happened.
A loud thud. In what seemed like a flash, he ran toward it.
"What in the bloody hell was that?" the thought raced through his mind. "No one was supposed to come tonight."
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Hermione was walking down the torch-lit hall with her best friends Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. It was seventh year. Everything was finally right. But something was still wrong.
Ron looked at his two friends. Their faces were long with no sign of smiles in sight. He couldn't stand it any longer, "What are we doing here? We're in our final year before we have to be in the real world. Our lives are great right now!"
"Hermione, you're in the top of our class," he then faced Hermione in the eyes, "You're Head Girl! "
"And Harry," Ron began again as he looked at Harry as he did with Hermione, "We're both on the quidditch team! And we just won our last match! And yet, why are we standing here with long faces?"
Hermione and Harry only responded with a brief smile that could be hardly considered as but then was followed with the previous expression.
"You guys, bloody hell! Voldemort hasn't struck in over a year!"
Hermione paused, and started back into her companions deep blue eyes, "Ron you know as much as I do that he'll come back."
"Yeah, I do! I'm not stupid, you know! But do you honestly want to be moping about this for the rest of the year. The rest of your life!" He replied back.
"You know what Ron? You're right!" Harry finally said something. "I'm not going to waste my final year here!" And with that, he started running toward the quidditch field.
"Where are you going Harry?" Ron called out to him.
"I'm going to play some quidditch and finally have some fun!" He yelled back. His face was now replaced with an happy expression.
Ron grabbed onto Hermione's hand and started pulling her with him. But she pulled back.
"Aren't you coming?"
"Nah, you and Harry go; I'm going to go to the library. I have a paper due in two months and I want to get a head start on it."
"Hermione! That's in two months!" he pleaded as he tugged on her arm once more, "You need to have some fun!"
She pulled back her wrist and assured her friend that she really didn't mind getting ahead of things and wanted him to go on and have fun.
"Ron, I do have fun. But you know what the only way I'm going to feel better about this paper is if I do it now. Go on, you should go with Harry and practice for the next match."
The only response she got out of him was a puppy dog face. It was the same face that always made her smile a grin from cheek to cheek.
"Ron, you do realize that I'm going to be bored if I go with you."
"And why do you say that?" he said while he pulled her in for a tight embrace. [A/N: lame?. nah! Lol!]
'Whoa, this is quite a surprise. Where did this new Ron come from?' Hermione thought but quickly forgot about it and lightly squeezed Ron back. 'Oh well, I am not complaining!'
His arms wrapped around her slim waist and secured themselves below either side of her ribs. The feeling of him being so close to her gave her a thrilling yet calming jolt that zipped up and down her spine.
'Ahh, now I can definitely get used to this,' Hermione sighed as she thought about her new found source of safety.
"Because you know as well as I do, that all Harry and you will do once you get onto the field is ignore me and concentrate on nothing but quidditch. It'll be like me trying to get you to do your transfiguration homework for three hours straight." Hermione retorted back with a snigger.
The only thing he could do was look down at her, hugging her still, and give a chuckle himself. With nothing else to do, he finally gave in and let go of her. Ron took a couple steps toward the direction of the lush grassy field then looked back at her for one final look.
"Go on Ron." She mouthed to reassure him once again.
"Finally! Your wanna-be boyfriend's gone," a cold voice said once Ron was out of hearing range. "Took him long enough."
Immediately, she knew who owned the sneering voice and turned towards the direction of it, "He's a hell lot better of a man then you will ever be."
She heard him chortle, "Oh, is that right?"
"What do you want? No wait, don't answer that, just go away and screw yourself," she spat.
The shadow came up towards her. His figure towered her but she remained straight and brave.
"Hermione, you know very well what I want from you." he said nonchalantly as if she didn't say the rude comment at all.
"Well Malfoy, I am not doing it."
Without letting her process what was going one, Malfoy pinned her onto the stone walls. His fingers laced around her wrist and raised them high above her head. She, using all her energy, tried to push him off as she swung both her wrists from his grip. But his grip was tight. It held no hint of comfort. It was definitely a far cry from Ron's warm embrace.
Surprisingly, he let go of one wrist for a couple seconds to give her some comfort but only to later reclaim it with the other hand. Now with one hand free, he slid it down to curve of her neck. His mouth was currently positioned near her ear. They were cheek to cheek.
"Do you realize what you're giving up here?" His free hand slid down to her neck with his thump stroking the start of her collarbone to the curve of her breast. Up, down, up, down..
The sensation sucked the breath out of her. He leaned in a little closer to the point that their chests were touching. Hermione's heartbeat was growing more intense when she felt his cold breath on her ears.
"I'm letting you reach your full potential." he hissed, "You have no idea what you're giving up."
He released both of her wrists and trailed his right hand down her face and neck to mimic the actions of his other hand. It rested opposite his other hand, doing the same thing as its counterpart. Hermione's body was going crazy then. She could feel her body filling up with adrenaline and endorphins. She was becoming a pool of hormones in seconds.
"You could be helping me and the dark lord achieve how things should be," he hissed.
"And why would I want to do that?" she asked.
"Because you I want you to, along with some other things..." His breath bounced in the curves of her right ear. Even though his face was turned away from her, she could tell that there on his face laid a sadistic grin.
"Malfoy don't." was the only thing she could say without showing her emotions. Everything he was doing was sending tingly feelings all over her body. He knew exactly where to touch her to get the right reaction out of her, and he was milking his abilities for all it's worth.
"Don't what?" he said coyly. His right hand left her collarbone and slid into her robes, twisted around her waist and rested at the small of her back. His fingers teased the small hairs located there.
"Don't you want this?" He continued to circle around the start of her right collarbone and make soft rings on the small of her back, as he blew into her ear. He then lowered his right hand down to the beginning of the curve if her breasts. With his skillful fingers, he pushed the collar of her robe down so he could have easier access to her breasts. He first started kneading her breasts, his thumb over her nipple.
"I'm sure you want this by the sound of your breathing." It was true. Her breathing has gotten ragged with every stroke.
'Oh Merlin's beard, I'm losing it!' Hermione groaned to herself, 'Where did he learn to do this? Oh, how did I get myself into this situation? Where's Ron when you really need him?'
He continued on with his sweet torture until with his right leg pushed her legs apart without a struggle and positioned his knee in between her thighs. "Yeah Granger, you want this." he growled.
The sensations were too much for her. She let out a moan, "Draco.."
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He went into Hermione's room, the location of the source of the sound. He quietly turned on the knob, trying his best not to wake the owner of the house. She was resting on her bed. Safe and sound. Draco looked down at the ground. There was a small clock.
"Bloody hell," he cured under his breath, "Why did she throw that?"
He continued his survey of her. Her head was resting on a big red pillow, her long brown practically covering all of it. Her face was hard to understand her expression but it sure didn't look like she was in much pain.
"I come running expecting a mass of Death Eaters and here she is just sleeping there." he tiredly said.
And that's when he heard her, "Draco.
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A/N: OK! I'm finally done with the forth chapter! Whoo hoo for me *a parade magically appears and praises me!*
Ok, I've got some things to clear up. The scene where Draco and Hermione are getting *ahem* intimidate. I have one thing to say. For one, I have never written anything like that before. Nor have I ever experienced anything like that. So all this was inspired from some fics I read. I hope I did a good enough job on that scene and didn't make a total loser of myself with it.
Sex & Diamonds: I'll try to put "steamy" stuff. But I'll probably never go over Rated R. The last thing I want is to have my fic to be deleted because it was NC-17 and not R.
keisha.G, Lulu: was this long enough?
Sila-chan: I think we all love Draco!
The_Dragons_Girl: Hm. Draco raping Hermione. I've read a couple fics where that happened and each one I think the same thing. Draco will never need to force a woman to sleep with him. He can make them do it willingly with his charm and good looks. And BTW, no, you're not a pervert. kinky, yes, but not perverted.
I don't know when my next chapter will be, but if you leave your email in your review, I'll email you that my next chapter is out. I repeat, put your email in the review, I'm not going to bother looking for it. It takes too long to keep going into people profiles and getting it from there.
Ok, all there's left to do, is for you to review for my fic! Come on! Review! But keep this in mind, Flames are meant to be blown out on birthday candles and nothing else!
Well here's my next chapter. I'm so sorry for the long wait but would you rather I updated with a lousy chapter or made you wait for something that was actually good!? Well? Yeah, I know, I'm right! See, patience is a virtue, you know!
I guess there is nothing else to say but. read my fic!
Disclaimer: I almost forgot about this. Ok, I don't know didly, blah, blah, blah. you know the rest. I mean obviously I'm not J.K. Rowling. The only we have in common is the same first name but other than that, there is nothing that could ever mix you up with me and her.
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"What am I doing?!" Her voice was shaking.
"I'm helping Malfoy!" Her voice was getting louder.
"It's Malfoy for Pete's sake!" Her voice was intensifying.
"What am I thinking.?" Her mind was lost in a trance/
It had been like this for the past three hours. Pacing, pacing, pacing, ever since she left Malfoy to his room.
"I let him stay here again!" she wailed, her arms were above her head, waving in the air, "Draco Malfoy is in his room right now, doing God knows what? And what am I doing? I am bloody hell letting him!"
Obviously she was going through a large amount of anguish. Her chestnut colored hair was tousled as little beads of perspiration were starting to appear on the top of her forehead. While she had been endlessly jabbering about nothing in particular but topics surrounding the subject of Draco Malfoy, she had changed into her night gown. Maybe it was from practice. Being in Hogwarts didn't just teach her the importance of reaching your potential in magic but it also let her know the significance of multitasking, do doing certain miscellaneous tasks without knowing it didn't surprise her.
"He's in his room. His room... His room." for the first time in the last hour, she paused, "His room."
Her eyes suddenly went wide and she quickly dashed toward her bed. Without any regard for her normal behavior, she flung herself onto it, letting herself bounce up a couple times. Her face landed on a red pillow to hide her tears.
She didn't care if they would ruin the linen.
She didn't care she could probably be heard.
All she cared about was letting herself finally express the tears she'd been holding in, to become undone. Hermione Granger needed to break into a million pieces, ever so desperately.
"His room, that's official. He's back in my life again..." she said, as a salty teardrop slid slowly down her cheek.
"He's back. He's back.." Another tear soon followed.
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"Wow, who would have thought that this would have been so easy?"
Draco Malfoy was in his room. The room he had slept in before. He looked around once again. This time around taking in everything. The four post bed that rose high toward the ceiling was of course themed in the Slytherin colors. The colors brought a smile to his face. He may not be a Slytherin anymore but he still had his years there to remember. His final school years at Hogwarts.
"Everything then was .." A smirk appeared on his face.
Once he finished reminiscing over the old days, he continued his survey of what would be his home for the next couple days. week. "Oh hell," he thought, "This could last who knows? Months maybe." His sadistic grin appeared again.
There were Slytherin memorabilia located everywhere. Cowling around the high lamps were silver snakes and there were several silver and green accents spread around the room. But the more important and significant item was located on top of the four poster bed. It was the regal portrait of the famous wizard himself, Salazar Slytherin. His posture was straight, strong, very much refined. His face matched the rest of his body. It bore only a grim appearance indicating he definitely had the face that clearly said 'don't mess with me, especially if you're a mudblood'
"It's almost uncanny." He chuckled as he coursed a hand through his blond hair. His trademark look and nothing was going to get rid of that. [A/N: note to other Draco fanatics, don't get rid of his hair! That's so wrong!!! Plus it always pisses me off then ff writers write this off! Don't you realize that you are ruining all that is Draco Malfoy!? GRRR!]
"Here is Hermione Granger, one of the top mudblood witches. Everyday in school she was always trying to surpass the standards of everyone she knew. Professor Snape, me, every single Slytherin. She always wanted to be the best, to be worthy of being called a wictch. Though, here she is, hanging a rather large picture of Professor Slytherin. Some one who could have easily been friend with Lord Voldemort," Draco said, sending his smirk to grow wider.
It was already two in the morning when Draco Malfoy gave his first yawn. He quickly changed into some pajamas that were neatly arranged on the bed. They were made out of green silk of course, nothing less was worthy could touch his pureblood skin. On the left breast pocket there was an embroidered green snake with his initials in the background.
He chuckled again, "She doesn't want me here but still she has clothes ready for me. Freshly laundered and pressed. What an odd person Hermione Granger is."
And that's when it happened.
A loud thud. In what seemed like a flash, he ran toward it.
"What in the bloody hell was that?" the thought raced through his mind. "No one was supposed to come tonight."
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Hermione was walking down the torch-lit hall with her best friends Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. It was seventh year. Everything was finally right. But something was still wrong.
Ron looked at his two friends. Their faces were long with no sign of smiles in sight. He couldn't stand it any longer, "What are we doing here? We're in our final year before we have to be in the real world. Our lives are great right now!"
"Hermione, you're in the top of our class," he then faced Hermione in the eyes, "You're Head Girl! "
"And Harry," Ron began again as he looked at Harry as he did with Hermione, "We're both on the quidditch team! And we just won our last match! And yet, why are we standing here with long faces?"
Hermione and Harry only responded with a brief smile that could be hardly considered as but then was followed with the previous expression.
"You guys, bloody hell! Voldemort hasn't struck in over a year!"
Hermione paused, and started back into her companions deep blue eyes, "Ron you know as much as I do that he'll come back."
"Yeah, I do! I'm not stupid, you know! But do you honestly want to be moping about this for the rest of the year. The rest of your life!" He replied back.
"You know what Ron? You're right!" Harry finally said something. "I'm not going to waste my final year here!" And with that, he started running toward the quidditch field.
"Where are you going Harry?" Ron called out to him.
"I'm going to play some quidditch and finally have some fun!" He yelled back. His face was now replaced with an happy expression.
Ron grabbed onto Hermione's hand and started pulling her with him. But she pulled back.
"Aren't you coming?"
"Nah, you and Harry go; I'm going to go to the library. I have a paper due in two months and I want to get a head start on it."
"Hermione! That's in two months!" he pleaded as he tugged on her arm once more, "You need to have some fun!"
She pulled back her wrist and assured her friend that she really didn't mind getting ahead of things and wanted him to go on and have fun.
"Ron, I do have fun. But you know what the only way I'm going to feel better about this paper is if I do it now. Go on, you should go with Harry and practice for the next match."
The only response she got out of him was a puppy dog face. It was the same face that always made her smile a grin from cheek to cheek.
"Ron, you do realize that I'm going to be bored if I go with you."
"And why do you say that?" he said while he pulled her in for a tight embrace. [A/N: lame?. nah! Lol!]
'Whoa, this is quite a surprise. Where did this new Ron come from?' Hermione thought but quickly forgot about it and lightly squeezed Ron back. 'Oh well, I am not complaining!'
His arms wrapped around her slim waist and secured themselves below either side of her ribs. The feeling of him being so close to her gave her a thrilling yet calming jolt that zipped up and down her spine.
'Ahh, now I can definitely get used to this,' Hermione sighed as she thought about her new found source of safety.
"Because you know as well as I do, that all Harry and you will do once you get onto the field is ignore me and concentrate on nothing but quidditch. It'll be like me trying to get you to do your transfiguration homework for three hours straight." Hermione retorted back with a snigger.
The only thing he could do was look down at her, hugging her still, and give a chuckle himself. With nothing else to do, he finally gave in and let go of her. Ron took a couple steps toward the direction of the lush grassy field then looked back at her for one final look.
"Go on Ron." She mouthed to reassure him once again.
"Finally! Your wanna-be boyfriend's gone," a cold voice said once Ron was out of hearing range. "Took him long enough."
Immediately, she knew who owned the sneering voice and turned towards the direction of it, "He's a hell lot better of a man then you will ever be."
She heard him chortle, "Oh, is that right?"
"What do you want? No wait, don't answer that, just go away and screw yourself," she spat.
The shadow came up towards her. His figure towered her but she remained straight and brave.
"Hermione, you know very well what I want from you." he said nonchalantly as if she didn't say the rude comment at all.
"Well Malfoy, I am not doing it."
Without letting her process what was going one, Malfoy pinned her onto the stone walls. His fingers laced around her wrist and raised them high above her head. She, using all her energy, tried to push him off as she swung both her wrists from his grip. But his grip was tight. It held no hint of comfort. It was definitely a far cry from Ron's warm embrace.
Surprisingly, he let go of one wrist for a couple seconds to give her some comfort but only to later reclaim it with the other hand. Now with one hand free, he slid it down to curve of her neck. His mouth was currently positioned near her ear. They were cheek to cheek.
"Do you realize what you're giving up here?" His free hand slid down to her neck with his thump stroking the start of her collarbone to the curve of her breast. Up, down, up, down..
The sensation sucked the breath out of her. He leaned in a little closer to the point that their chests were touching. Hermione's heartbeat was growing more intense when she felt his cold breath on her ears.
"I'm letting you reach your full potential." he hissed, "You have no idea what you're giving up."
He released both of her wrists and trailed his right hand down her face and neck to mimic the actions of his other hand. It rested opposite his other hand, doing the same thing as its counterpart. Hermione's body was going crazy then. She could feel her body filling up with adrenaline and endorphins. She was becoming a pool of hormones in seconds.
"You could be helping me and the dark lord achieve how things should be," he hissed.
"And why would I want to do that?" she asked.
"Because you I want you to, along with some other things..." His breath bounced in the curves of her right ear. Even though his face was turned away from her, she could tell that there on his face laid a sadistic grin.
"Malfoy don't." was the only thing she could say without showing her emotions. Everything he was doing was sending tingly feelings all over her body. He knew exactly where to touch her to get the right reaction out of her, and he was milking his abilities for all it's worth.
"Don't what?" he said coyly. His right hand left her collarbone and slid into her robes, twisted around her waist and rested at the small of her back. His fingers teased the small hairs located there.
"Don't you want this?" He continued to circle around the start of her right collarbone and make soft rings on the small of her back, as he blew into her ear. He then lowered his right hand down to the beginning of the curve if her breasts. With his skillful fingers, he pushed the collar of her robe down so he could have easier access to her breasts. He first started kneading her breasts, his thumb over her nipple.
"I'm sure you want this by the sound of your breathing." It was true. Her breathing has gotten ragged with every stroke.
'Oh Merlin's beard, I'm losing it!' Hermione groaned to herself, 'Where did he learn to do this? Oh, how did I get myself into this situation? Where's Ron when you really need him?'
He continued on with his sweet torture until with his right leg pushed her legs apart without a struggle and positioned his knee in between her thighs. "Yeah Granger, you want this." he growled.
The sensations were too much for her. She let out a moan, "Draco.."
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He went into Hermione's room, the location of the source of the sound. He quietly turned on the knob, trying his best not to wake the owner of the house. She was resting on her bed. Safe and sound. Draco looked down at the ground. There was a small clock.
"Bloody hell," he cured under his breath, "Why did she throw that?"
He continued his survey of her. Her head was resting on a big red pillow, her long brown practically covering all of it. Her face was hard to understand her expression but it sure didn't look like she was in much pain.
"I come running expecting a mass of Death Eaters and here she is just sleeping there." he tiredly said.
And that's when he heard her, "Draco.
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A/N: OK! I'm finally done with the forth chapter! Whoo hoo for me *a parade magically appears and praises me!*
Ok, I've got some things to clear up. The scene where Draco and Hermione are getting *ahem* intimidate. I have one thing to say. For one, I have never written anything like that before. Nor have I ever experienced anything like that. So all this was inspired from some fics I read. I hope I did a good enough job on that scene and didn't make a total loser of myself with it.
Sex & Diamonds: I'll try to put "steamy" stuff. But I'll probably never go over Rated R. The last thing I want is to have my fic to be deleted because it was NC-17 and not R.
keisha.G, Lulu: was this long enough?
Sila-chan: I think we all love Draco!
The_Dragons_Girl: Hm. Draco raping Hermione. I've read a couple fics where that happened and each one I think the same thing. Draco will never need to force a woman to sleep with him. He can make them do it willingly with his charm and good looks. And BTW, no, you're not a pervert. kinky, yes, but not perverted.
I don't know when my next chapter will be, but if you leave your email in your review, I'll email you that my next chapter is out. I repeat, put your email in the review, I'm not going to bother looking for it. It takes too long to keep going into people profiles and getting it from there.
Ok, all there's left to do, is for you to review for my fic! Come on! Review! But keep this in mind, Flames are meant to be blown out on birthday candles and nothing else!