Author's Note: Hello there! Thank you to all those who have reviewed! Thank you thank you! Your reviews are highly appreciated!

Anyway, here's chapter four!

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WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING

By Rage

CHAPTER FOUR:

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Hermione's heart thumped. Everyone was staring at her, waiting for her reply. Of all the things, she thought, swallowing. Do I know anything about Derek??

"Well?" Draco sneered, his arms crossed. His expression seemed to say, 'We're waiting.

I swear, Hermione thought, gritting her teeth, When I get my hands on that bloody ferret, I'm going to—

"Sorry to interrupt, but could I just have a word with the patient's family?"

Everyone shifted his or her attention to the one who spoke. It was the doctor. Hermione sighed in relief and relaxed.

Delilah and David stood up. "Why, yes of course, doctor," she replied. She turned around and faced the rest. "Heather, you come with us. Draco dear, bring Hermione home."

Hermione jumped. "What??"

"What, Aunt Del??"

"You heard me, Draco. Bring her home."

"But—"

"No buts, Draco."

"She doesn't need me—"

"Sorry, dear. The doctors need us!"

With that, the elderly woman bid the two good bye and left the waiting area. Draco and Hermione were left alone, throwing daggers at each other.

Hermione stood up and grabbed her bag. "Well, I'm leaving," she told him haughtily.

Draco looked at her. "There's no need to broadcast it."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "I can go home by myself, thanks." She said, "You don't have to bring me home."

"No, I'm still bringing you home."

"Why?"

"I'm an obedient nephew, that's why."

Hermione snorted. "When have you been obedient?"

Draco ignored what she said and stood up. "Come on, then." He grabbed his cloak and fastened it tightly around him. "I don't have all night."

Hermione scowled and followed him. Though both of them didn't want to spend the night together, they just had to. Besides, since Hermione unintentionally became part of the Malfoy family, she had to get along with each and every one of its members. And that included Draco Malfoy.

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"Why are we walking?"

"I still have to pass the test to Apparate."

"You still don't know how to Apparate?"

"Do you?"

"Well—no."

"That makes us equal then."

Hermione scowled as she trekked back with Draco to her apartment. They barely made any good conversation for the past half hour, and she was already getting cold and annoyed.

"Why don't we take the Knight Bus?" she suggested, catching up to him.

"Waste of money."

"But you're rich."

"No, I'm not."

"Yeah," Hermione snorted, "Sure."

Draco ignored her and continued walking. He was quite quick and Hermione had to run to keep up with him.

"Will you please slow down??" she called to him as she stopped for a break.

"No."

"Do you want me to curse you??"

Draco stopped abruptly and turned around. Hermione grinned, and thought of herself as fortunate that he had taken her threat seriously. "Thank you," she breathed, walking up to him.

"Can you prove it to me now?" he smirked.

Hermione blinked. Was he serious? Her heart quickened its pace once again and she gulped. "W-what do you want me to do to prove it?" she said, trying to sound casual.

"Only I know his real ambition. I'm pretty sure that he'd tell his fiancée what it is." He said, crossing his arms. "Now if you could tell me what it is, I'll believe you."

Hermione was getting nervous and her mind was blank. All that came out of her mouth was, "Why can't you accept the fact that I'm engaged to –to your cousin??"

Draco returned a smug smile. "I know his taste."

Hermione raised her eyebrow. "And what exactly is Derek's taste?" she asked, crossing her arms.

"He likes blonde girls. He likes girls who are somewhat in a way damsels-in-distress."

"What's your point?"

"You're neither."

Hermione stuck her tongue out at him. "You're still a git, I see."

"And you're still a know-it-all mudblood."

"Malfoy—ah, here we are!" She took out her key and turned to him. "I went home safely, no thanks to you. You can leave now."

"Not until you answer my question. What's Derek's ambition?"

Hermione stared at him, and he stared back at her. It was obvious that he wasn't going to leave her in peace until she gave him an answer. Help me, anyone! She thought desperately, I would rather face You-Know-Who than give him a wrong answer!

"I haven't got all night, Granger."

Hermione thought hard. Very hard. She tried recalling anything that was associated with Derek, but she failed. She glanced at the boy in front of her. He still had his eyes glued on her, and Hermione gulped. Think, head! Think! She urged her mind to think, but it seemed like she had developed some sort of mental block.

Suddenly, she remembered something she had overheard.

"You need to put your secret ambition in your resume—"

"Secret ambition??"

"Yes—"

"But I don't have my resume with me—"

"Just tell me—"

"Fine. Er—I want to be settled with a nice and happy family. Okay? I need to go—"

Hermione's face cracked with a triumphant smile. One of the advantages of eavesdropping, I must say, she thought happily, as she was now ready to give Draco an answer.

"You already have an answer?"

Hermione looked at him. She nodded and said, "He wants to… be settled and have a nice—and happy family."

She stared at Draco. He stared back, his face expressionless. "Well?" Hermione tapped her foot impatiently. "Am I correct or not?"

Draco shrugged. "Unfortunately, you are." He put his hands in his pockets and walked away. "See you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?"

He glanced back at her. "You are going back to the hospital, right?"

Hermione smiled. "O-of course I am."

"Well then, see you."

With that, Draco turned the corner and disappeared.

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"They think you're part of their family."

"Yes."

"But you're actually not."

"That's right."

"And they think that you're their future daughter-in-law."

"Correct."

"Hermione, this is giving us a headache!" Ron, Harry and Ginny shook their heads and leaned back on the couch.

It was early morning and all of them were hanging out in the wizarding café at Diagon Alley. Hermione had just explained to them her situation and no one had a very good solution to her problem.

"You have to help me!" Hermione exclaimed, looking desperately at the three. "What's worse is, Malfoy's part of their family!"

"What??"

Hermione nodded.

"That ferret?"

"Yes." Hermione sipped from her mug and faced them. "It's horrible, really."

Ginny patted her back sympathetically. "That's okay, Hermione."

"We're sure you can deal with him." Harry smiled. "I mean, he has grown up, right?"

Hermione snorted. How I wish. "Well, he is more civil."

"Draco Malfoy. Civil?" Ron laughed. "Impossible."

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Author's Note: I highly apologize. This has taken so long and it is not my best work. Eh he…

Oh yes. Please read my other HG/DM fics:

All for You

My Guardian Angel

A Love Not Forgotten

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