A/N I've got some explaining, and apologizing to do. I know it's been forever since I posted a chapter and I'm sorry....there was a gap of about two weeks between chapters nine and ten, but I'm hoping to get this chapter (chapter 11) out soon after ten, as I don't like to leave you with a cliffhanger. I have a new posting policy, as my betas know, and as this only affects them, there is no need to worry. I can't blame it all on them, however. I have been handwriting more chapters than I have been typing old ones and I went through a period of three days where my eyes were glued to the computer reading other peoples' stuff. Not that I'm complaining, it was great stuff. Everyone read that D/Hr by Slytherin Witch. It may have 57 chapters, but they're damn good ones! On with the chapter I suppose....

Disclaimer: If only I owned Tom Felton, I'd be spending my time doing more than writing ;o) But I do not and therefore own nothing but the twisted ideas that damn muse pours through my fingers. Well, technically I guess my muse owns these as well, meaning I own nothing. Haha, so credit I get.



CHAPTER ELEVEN: Amicable Tarriance

Draco closed his eyes. He held Hermione close to him and it felt good for her to be there. He took a deep breath and pushed his brain. He was working blindly, not knowing exactly how to go about this. Whatever possessed him with the power to pemonish had evidently given him power to, somewhat; control his visions, because what Draco did worked instantly.

***My very first DREAM sequence***

He could hear the sound of running feet. See them running...through dark woods. There were trees, sticks and leaves covering the dirty ground. Draco couldn't make out the face, but only saw a silhouette of a person. It was a girl. She ran through the brush and Draco could hear her panting. She screamed as she tripped on something and slid across the ground. A deep, unfamiliar, voice laughed. The unknown man then spoke, his voice slithered like a snake through Draco's mind.

"Why do you run, girl? You'll only make more trouble for yourself," he drawled.

"Who are you?" the girl squeaked, obviously terrified.

"That is of no concern to you, my dear," he answered and the girl spat at him. "Now, now. That's not very nice now, is it? What would your little boyfriend think about that? I don't think he'd be very pleased with you," the man answered smoothly. The girl gasped.

"What have you done with Draco?" she asked in horror. The man chuckled

"Not to worry Ms. Granger, he is in no immediate danger. That is, unless he takes my bait and comes after you." The man seemed calm as he spoke, but the girl screamed in fury and lunged at the man. This seemed not to faze him, and he lifted his wand. Without averting his gaze, the man spoke one slimy word that made Draco scream in his head.

"Crucio." The girl, who Draco was now certain, was Hermione, crumpled to the ground and shook, double over in pain. She must have willed herself not to scream, but she was losing. A moan of pure agony escaped her lips and this must have been enough for the anonymous stranger, for he dropped his wand from her and replaced it in his pocket. The girl still shook with occasional spasms of pain, but was calming herself and attempting to sit up.

"Silly girl," the stranger said, "Wandless, you are no match for me." The girl began to mumble something, but Draco couldn't hear what she was saying. The images were coming more into focus and Draco could clearly make out her face. It was most definitely Hermione.

She was covered in blood; there were deep gashes along both of her arms and one on her chest, dreadfully close to her neck. Her legs were bloody and caked black with mud, covered only barely by her torn clothes, which Draco was thankful she was still wearing. The girl, Hermione, continued to mumble, and her words were a little louder now. The man noticed this,

"Speak up, bitch!" he commanded, kicking her. She was sitting with her knees to her chest, rocking back and forth. Hermione's voice went directly from a mumble to a yell, with no happy medium in between. She closed her eyes and screamed the words.

"Draco! Don't drink my tea, Draco! Please....no!" Hermione repeated these words over and over until the man grew annoyed.

"Stupid Mudblood bitch, he can't hear your infernal yelling, now shut up," the man commanded calmly. Hermione didn't stop; she repeated her words over and over, begging him not to drink the tea. The dream faded, but Draco could still hear the girl crying. The sound was horrible, and Draco opened his eyes in a lapsed attempt to make it stop.

Hermione's presence hit him like a brick. She was still lying on top of him, but now she was shaking uncontrollably and crying. Draco noticed his hands, so tightly pressed onto her back it must have hurt. He loosened his grip thoroughly, now just resting his hands limply on her back. Hermione was holding onto his shoulders as hard as she could, head buried into him. She felt him release her and stopped sobbing abruptly.

"Draco?" she questioned. Draco was surprised she had said it in the manner that she did; as if he had called her on the phone and hadn't spoke and she suspected it was him. A chilling thought crossed through Draco's mind before he spoke. **I'm never going to drink another cup of tea again. **

"Hermione, are you alright? You're shaking... my god, what did I do to you?" he asked, worried and a little scared. She visibly relaxed at the sound of his voice and loosened her grip on him. Hermione lifted her head to look into his eyes and placed a shaking hand on his cheek.

"Thank god you're back, Draco. It was awful, I was scared..." she whispered, then paused. She smiled a crooked little smile not really meant for happiness and continued, "Listen to me complaining, it must have been so much worse for you..." she finished, all in a whisper. Draco could feel her thumb gently stroke his cheek and felt a tiny prick of relief.

"Hermione, what did I do to you?" he asked again, scared for her now. Hermione was still crying, but managed to sound convincing as she answered him.

"Oh, I'm okay, Draco...you didn't hurt me, it's just..." she paused for a moment, taking a deep breath as she prepared herself to relive what had just happened. "You didn't do anything for a while, and then just jerked a few times. It was a while before it got bad. Through it all you screamed, then started breathing hard. You held me tightly and repeated my name, like before...that was all though, I promise you didn't hurt me." She stopped and there was a long pause. Then she looked at him again, very serious. "What did you see?" Draco sighed, he just couldn't tell her.

"It's gone almost as soon as I see it, like a dream..." He lied. He remembered everything. Draco had always been a bad liar and Hermione saw through it, but seemed to understand.

"Can you remember anything?"

"You were there, in a forest. I'm assuming it was the Forbidden Forest...there was someone else there too, and evil someone. I, however, was not there, and that scares me. I think the future can change, Hermione. It depends on choices. I'm choosing not to leave your side until this whole thing is done." He sighed, "I think it is a trap for me, and that scares me too. Not because I'm afraid of dieing, that's inevitable, but I don't want you to get hurt. I don't want to put you into danger, Hermione, I've failed you. I'm sorry..." A tear slid down his face. Hermione kissed it away, then looked at him commandingly.

"You can not blame yourself for this, Draco. I won't let you. It will all work out, I know it..." Draco was about to protest when Hermione silenced him with her lips. She kissed him deeply, and he kissed back as if they would never kiss again. He let Hermione lead, however. Draco would have done anything she asked of him at that moment. He felt hot love and passion bubble inside him, and he let it flow, mixing with the same emotions from the muggle-born girl.

* * * * * * * * * *

When it ended, Hermione rested her head back on Draco's chest and listed to the muffled beating of his racing heart. She, for the first time, noticed his silken nightshirt was drenched in sweat. Hermione didn't really mind this, but it gave her an idea. Not long after laying it down, she lifted her head and slid her hands from their perch at Draco's shoulders. They glided along his arms, twisting under and onto his chest. Draco didn't have a clue what Hermione was doing, but the way he felt at that moment would have let her kill him without protest, and he didn't stop her.

Hermione's hands stopped at the buttons of his shirt, undoing the first three before she paused to look at him. Draco had been watching her handiwork, but now looked back at her. She smiled, unsure, as if asking permission. Draco smiled back genuinely, granting her request. Hermione looked back to her fingers and proceeded to undo the rest of the buttons. She slid her hands back up and then down and out, opening his shirt to reveal an even better chest than expected.

She smiled again, impressed, then let her hand slide to his lower chest while she placed her head on his upper. Hermione looked at her hand, which was now tracing lazy circles around his defined muscles, and sighed blissfully. Draco didn't catch the bliss, however, and thought something was wrong.

"What?" he asked, a little worried. She looked up at him and smiled.

"It's just...this is all I've ever wanted."

"What," Draco said sarcastically, "to be certain that your life is in mortal danger and be sitting in bed with the guy responsible?" Hermione flinched a little at this and frowned.

"No, and you have to stop blaming yourself for this," she said warningly.

"Well, what then?" he asked, curious. She smiled, glad for the subject change.

"This, what we have. I love you so much, Draco... you have no idea... and I know you love me too. That's all I've ever wanted... to be this close to someone. This is all I could ever need, I could just stay here with you forever," she said and gripped him a little tighter.

"I wish you would," he said, sliding a hand up the back of her shirt. Hermione felt a tingle run up her spine, chasing his fingers, and smiled warmly. This was heaven.

* * * * * * * * * *

As if on cue, as it always seemed was the case, there came a tap from the window. Hermione had left the drapes open the previous morning, and Draco hadn't remembered to close them.

"What is it?" she asked Draco. Hermione was not facing the window and didn't want to move unless it was absolutely necessary.

"Potter," Draco said, his voice dead-toned, after looking toward the window. Hermione sighed in annoyance.

"I thought I told him not to write to me."

"He didn't." Hermione, although thinking she had misunderstood him, realized what he was saying and snapped her head up in surprise. He nodded slowly and Hermione turned to face the window, hoping not to see what she thought she would. There was Harry, broom in hand, looking rather pissed off. Hermione paled a little.

"Oh, crap... well, uh... I won't let him in, maybe he'll just go away."

"Hermione..." he said, as if asking her to be rational. She sighed.

"Okay, you're right..." she said, climbing off of him. Exactly the opposite of what Draco wanted, and he was not happy about this unexpected visit, but they couldn't leave the intruder outside. "I need something to put on..." she said as she practically fell out of the bed.

Draco was about to ask why, but then he looked at her. She was wearing a similar outfit to that she was wearing the night he had found her asleep in the common room; a tight tank-top and short shorts. It WAS rather revealing, and he was not about to disagree with her. If she didn't want Potter to see as much of her as she did him, he was fine with that.

Hermione grabbed the closest thing, which happened to be Draco's sweatshirt, and donned it before stepping toward the door.

"So much for forever," Draco said quietly and smiled sadly. Hermione shot him a sympathetic look and opened the door.

"Harry," she said, lacking enthusiasm. She was obviously not happy to see him. Harry looked at her standing there, arms crossed and looking annoyed, and silently regretted coming.

"Hermione, I..." Harry started, but before he could say anything more, Draco came up behind Hermione. Unlike her, he hadn't bothered to cover himself, and his shirt was still unbuttoned. Harry averted his attention from Hermione to him. He gave Draco a look of disgust as he sized him up.

"Malfoy," Harry said in mild acknowledgement.

"Potter," Draco replied, trying to smile but finding himself unable. There was an awkward silence and Hermione sighed.

"Harry, what are you doing here?"

"I wish to speak with you, and I was certain you would not accept a letter," Harry replied professionally. Hermione seemed to be contemplating this, and, as she was in a much better mood than when she had written that letter, she decided she would give him a chance to explain some things. She nodded slowly to Harry, then looked to Draco. He was still looking at Harry, almost evilly, his eyes a bit unsure of whether to trust him.

"I'll be fine," she said, smiling. Draco didn't seem convinced but nodded and gave a weak smile.

"Right, then you can't stay out here. Why don't you take him into the common room." She smiled and kissed him lightly on the cheek, his gaze never breaking from the eyes of the intruder. Hermione then turned to Harry, who looked furious.

"Come on, Harry," she said, taking his arm and leading him past Draco and to the common room.

Draco closed the door behind him, nervous about leaving Hermione so soon. Then, he had a thought that seemed to relax him. **There was no tea. Hermione said something about tea, she must have known I'd be premonishing and was trying to warn me. As long as there's no tea, she's safe...**

He had a feeling that the tea was what was keeping him from not being with her in the forest and Draco was not planning on coming within ten feet of a cup of tea for the next hundred years.

Draco stayed in his room, sitting cross-legged on his bed, waiting for her to come back. He had dressed, now clad in simple muggle jeans, however baggy, and a white T-shirt. He had run a comb through his wild hair, but did not grease it back. It made him look more like his father, and Hermione seemed to like it better this way. Draco sat patiently in the middle of his bed, nervously playing with the hem of his jeans.

**What's taking so long? ** He wondered nervously. The tea analogy had made him feel better, but he was still very worried. Draco heard the door creek open and looked up to see Hermione, smiling widely. He couldn't help but smile too, she was happy, meaning he was happy. Draco got up from his bad and practically ran to her.

"Do you want to come out?" she asked him, still smiling.

"Only if you want me to, Hermione." She looked ecstatic at his acceptance. Hermione grabbed Draco's hand and pulled him into the common room where a happy looking Harry Potter sat on one of the couches. He stood as Draco entered, and Draco smiled crookedly, still not trusting him. Harry took a step toward him, but said nothing. Hermione gave Harry a warning glance and he looked back at her, reassured. Then he turned to Draco.

"I propose a truce, Malfoy." Harry held out his hand. Draco was in shock and hesitated a moment. A similar look from Hermione brought him back and he placed his hand in Harry's.

"You're on, Harry." He said and smiled, this time genuinely. Hermione had never looked nor felt so happy; she was practically jumping up and down. Then Draco thought of something. What he said surprised all three of them. "Where's er....Ron?"

He instantly regretted it. Both Harry and Hermione looked at the floor, frowning almost in unison. Hermione nominated herself to answer the dreaded question.

"Ron's, well....he's not coming," she said sadly. Draco was surprised and looked at Harry, once again speaking before thinking.

"But...how did you come without him getting mad at you, Harry?" Draco seemed to say Harry's name whenever possible; it sounded foreign to him, but he almost liked it. Harry's expression didn't change.

"I didn't...he's furious with me, and both of you. This whole thing is incredibly hard for him." There was an awkward silence. Not wanting anything that may be regretted later to happen, Hermione broke it.

"Oh don't worry, he'll come around soon enough," she said smiling kindly and laying a gentle hand on Harry's shoulder. "Come and sit Draco," she said, turning to him, "we'll have some tea."

Draco's heart sank to the deepest most region of his body. His face paled considerably and there was a look of sheer terror on his face. Hermione looked alarmed at his transformation.

"T-T-Tea?" Draco asked, his voice shaking, as was his body.

"Draco...what's wrong?" Hermione asked, worry apparent in her voice. He couldn't tell her, not now. Draco decided he may be able to later, but not with Harry there.

Then, he thought of something, very important; the tea was a sign. If he told her about it, it might affect her decision regarding it, and there would be no sign. No, he had to remain calm and just not drink any tea. He took a deep breath, feeling better. He must have looked it too, because Hermione looked a little less worried.

"Nothing, Hermione...let's have tea." He smiled. It was difficult, but he made it look convincing enough. Hermione looked happy again and practically flew to the other side of the room to busy herself preparing the alleged drink.

Draco and Harry sat, staring uneasily at each other. Harry was the first to speak.

"I honestly believe you, Draco," he stated, so low that Hermione couldn't hear.

"Thanks, Harry. That means a lot to me," he paused briefly, and turned his head toward Hermione. "...and to her." Harry smiled, then looked at him almost suspiciously.

"You really love her, don't you?" he asked Draco.

"More than anything," Draco answered without hesitation. It was true, and the fact that someone else could tell made Draco feel contented. Harry smiled.

Hermione returned with the tea and Draco looked at it fearfully. He swallowed and sent them a struggled smile. Hermione served the tea and Draco thought it better to accept and simply not drink it than to refuse it. The trio chatted and Draco occasionally rose the cup to his mouth, but never a drop passed through his lips.

* * * * * * * * * *

It was dark again before Harry left. They had made their way to the great hall for lunch, being careful no to let Harry be seen. By early evening, they were like old friends and felt comfortable around each other. Hermione felt bad for Harry, though; Ron was mad at him. When all was done, she would have Draco, but Harry would be alone.

Mrs. Weasley had insisted that Harry stay in the burrow despite the little fight. Harry was more at home with them than anyone else and Hermione was happy that he had found a real family to substitute for his own.

As Harry stepped out onto the balcony, he thanked the two for letting him stay and apologized for his rather rude intrusion.

"Don't worry about it Harry, and be sure to come back and visit us again." Harry nodded, but Hermione wasn't finished. "May I ask that you give us a little more notice next time?" She looked at him mock serious and Harry laughed.

"Of course, Hermione." Then he turned to Draco, who wasn't speaking, but watching the situation with a smile. "Draco," Harry said, holding out his hand again. Draco took it without hesitation this time and shook it vigorously.

"Bye then, Harry," he said as their hands broke apart. Hermione was glowing. She kissed Harry lightly on the cheek and bid him ado. The platinum couple waved to their broom clad friend in the sky and watched as he flew off.

Hermione turned her head to look at Draco, but never got a chance to see him; their lips locked instantly in an awaited kiss. Hermione felt her adrenaline level rise and deepened the kiss hungrily. Draco kissed her back, and for a moment forgot about the staffs, the premonitions, the dream, and even the tea. There was just them, just her, just the kiss, and the kiss was bliss.

When they broke apart, they were breathing hard.

"I've been waiting all day to do that," Hermione whispered, breathless but smiling. Draco smiled back; she had taken the words from his mouth.

"Me too," he said before kissing her again. Hermione felt Draco's hands on her, and willed them to go where she knew they wouldn't. She had changed long ago and was now wearing simple jeans and a shirt she was thankful was backless. Hermione shuddered as she felt Draco's hands move along her spine. She wanted them there, but his touch was so gentle and tantalizing her body had to respond. Draco was unaware of this, however, and held her close as they finished the kiss.

"Are you cold? Look at you, you must be freezing... let's go back inside." She smiled at his concern, feeling very loved.

"Oh, Draco... you worry too much." Draco seemed to think this over, then answered with the most truthful thing he could think of.

"Only about you." Hermione smiled and laid her head on his chest. Draco held her close and rocked her, still thinking she was cold.

* * * * * * * * * *

"Draco, are you coming in soon? It's awfully late..." Hermione yelled from her position in bed. She had been reading for a few hours and had expected Draco to have come to bed long ago. She had showered and was now dressed in a slightly warmer sleeping ensemble. Hermione was wearing black flannel shorts that were a bit longer than her red silken ones and a fitted black t- shirt with an extremely low V-line neck. She had dried her hair and put it up, but was now absent mindedly taking it out as she called to Draco.

A platinum blonde head appeared in the doorway. He had also showered and was wearing a black sweatshirt with and loosely fitting flannel pants. He was smiling, but his eyes showed true exhaustion.

"In a minute, love. I promise," he said smiling. Hermione returned the smile and watched as he disappeared again. Hermione sighed blissfully, ** Love? He's never called me love before...** She smiled dreamily, loving his unpredictability.

Draco reappeared in the room no more than ten minutes later and Hermione was glad. She felt safe in Draco's room, but was a little scared at being alone what with all that had been going on. She was thankful that she had managed to successfully hide this from Harry, however. Things would be so much worse if he found out.

"Sorry I left you alone so long, Hermione. Are you okay?" Draco walked to the bed and sat down next to Hermione.

"Yes, of course, I'm fine Draco. Why wouldn't I be?" she asked and Draco shrugged his shoulders. He was certain that the tea earlier that day had not been the tea she had mentioned in the dream and he was confident that until that tea came, she would be safe. He kissed her on the cheek and slid into the bed beside her. Hermione removed her glasses and set them on the table beside her, then she slid down next to him.

They were each on their sides, facing each other. The lights in the room were still on and they just looked to one another, happy that they were there. Hermione was smiling and that caused Draco to smile as well. Then, he said something totally unexpected, breaking the silence that hadn't bothered either of them.

"I like it when you wear black," he stated simply. Hermione looked down at herself, or at as much of her that was visible above the blankets, then looked back to Draco.

"I could say the same to you," she paused "but I've never seen you wear another color." Draco smirked, although he knew she was exaggerating. He hadn't worn black at all that that day, until now. However, he decided to play along, just for fun. It would do them both good to just laugh.

"Go with what works," he said, still smirking. Hermione just looked at him, and he began to feel a little self conscious. "What?" he asked; curious. Hermione looked away for a split second, then brought her eyes back to his and smiled.

"I love your unpredictability," she said, "It's what made me fall for you, I think."

"Why are you always so sentimental?" he asked in a non-offensive way. Hermione shrugged her shoulder.

"Go with what works." Draco looked at her with a look that just screamed 'Why you little...' She giggled as he attacked her, climbing on top of her and kissing her, roughly but quickly, while she continued to laugh. She calmed down quickly and whispered something while Draco went to work kissing her neck.

The lights went out and only the fire and moon light shown on them. Hermione moaned softly in pleasure as Draco's lips moved down the neckline of her shirt, getting closer to where she wanted them to be. To her dismay, they stopped and moved back up the other side of her neck. She knew it was better that way... why get into something they couldn't finish?

Draco slid his hand slowly up her outer thigh, feeling very daring. He knew his limits, however. Draco wouldn't go much further than this even if she asked him to. He loved her too much to jeopardize it all for one night. Hermione seemed to enjoy his treatment and didn't object as his hand slid closer to her hips. She moaned quietly and Draco loved it. She was enjoying this and he was inflicting this pleasure on her. It was him who made her get like that, his name she called softly into the darkness.

Draco's hand made it successfully to her hip and he continued working a hickey into her neck. Hermione loved all of this, but she wanted more. She wanted to kiss him...yearned for the feeling of his lips on hers, needed to taste him. She licked her lips and waited, hoping Draco would grow bored of the spot on her neck and move to her lips. He had only been working it for a few seconds more when Hermione decided she couldn't stand it anymore. She felt Draco's hand slide under her shirt, moving up and down her side, below her breasts. She felt a tingling sensation wash over her as his fingers moved gently over her skin; it was heaven.

"Draco..." she whispered, then paused briefly. "Draco, stop..." she breathed into his ear. He did, of course, and looked at her with a mixture of hurt and remorse. The bright moonlight illuminated his face, shedding cool blue light onto his pale skin.

"I-I'm sorry, Hermione. It was too much....I didn't realize, I'm sorry," he started to dismount her when he said this, but Hermione pulled him closer to her.

"Kiss me," she whispered, demanding. Draco smiled, and did as she asked. He kissed her deeply, deeper than any other of their kisses. Hermione moaned into Draco's mouth and he kissed her harder. She kissed back, hungrily.

When they broke apart, Hermione didn't open her eyes. Draco kissed her tenderly on the corner of her mouth, but her eyes will still closed.

"Hermione?" he whispered, confused and a little worried. She didn't even move her lips when making her response.

"Shh..." Draco did as she asked, but he was still a bit confused. Hermione left her eyes closed for a few more seconds then fluttered them open, much to Draco's relief.

"What was that?" he asked, worried but curious as well.

"I need you, Draco. Please..." She wasn't crying, and Draco was surprised; Hermione always cried. He didn't know what exactly she meant by that, or what no tears meant, but he comforted her.

"Shh...It's okay, I'm here Hermione...what is it, what's wrong?" Draco asked. He had dismounted her, back now on his side, but was still holding her close to him. She said nothing, but began to shiver. Draco was getting nervous; he had no idea what was wrong. "Hermione, please...you're scaring me. What's wrong? Tell me, it's okay..."

"I'm afraid, Draco. I'm afraid of everything. I am so happy...everything is perfect. I've got you, here; with me...we're together. I could ask for nothing more; I'm going to lose everything. Something is going to happen, I know it, and I don't want to lose this, Draco...I don't want to lose you," Hermione said this in all seriousness, she really was scared. Draco was in shock, ** What would make her think that I would ever leave her? **

"How could you think that? I'm never going to leave you, Hermione. I wouldn't turn my back on you for anything. I love you, you know I do...and I'm not going anywhere." Hermione looked unchanged by his reassurance, and that worried him. He embraced her tightly and whispered into her hair, "I promise..." She squeezed him tighter and Draco was glad to get a reaction out of her. She pulled away and looked at him; he was unnerved by the exact same look of stone cold fear that was present on her face.

"I know, Draco. I know you love me...I can see it in your eyes when you look at me, and it makes my world stop spinning. I love you Draco, more than anything, and I know you would never leave me... that's not what I'm afraid of." Hermione frowned as she finished, and Draco was bewildered.

"What then?" he asked, hoping she wasn't hiding something from him.

"I'm scared of..." she sighed and pulled him closer to her, burying her head in his chest. "Oh, Draco...what if you're taken from me?" Draco was shocked at the statement and held her tighter.

"That's not going to happen, Hermione. I won't let anything come between us, I promise," he said sternly.

"I want to believe you, but I'm scared. Everything I've ever loved seems to be taken from me...I love you too much, Draco. I don't think I could bear to lose you." Hermione was crying now, her head buried into Draco's sweatshirt. Draco comforted her and held her until she fell asleep. He kissed her head and held her close. There was no way Draco would let himself go to sleep...not now. He told himself that he needed to stay with her, to be there when she wakes up. Subconsciously, he knew that, more than anything, he wanted to make sure that she was there when she woke up.

A/N Creepy OOC ending, I know...but I wanted to stress the fact that Hermione is as afraid of losing Draco as Draco is of losing her. I think I got that point across, but if you didn't catch it, now you know. Hehe....

PRF:

Mulderluva - Thanx, and I will

S-Star- sorry, but I HAD to, it was like....detrimental to my well being. And I appreciate the not killing me thing, even if it is for your own benefit ;o)

x0xferociousfemme0x0-Okay, this is a question that is being asked by more than a few people. They are not actually at school early, they came to school on time....just no one else did. They started on September first, and the rest of the school starts on or near January first. Four months. They did not stay over the summer, they were home as usual.

Karly -Thanx, I will, and the D/Hr thing does not belong to me.....but oh how I'd love to be her! Hehe, he's some hott stuff, that Draco

Hasapi - Draco is going to, or already did if your reading this an have already read the chapter above, try to remember the dream. They're scared cause they know it's not good and because he's never tried before.....as he said. And Thanx

Cyropi - just because it's fluff-less (your fic, not mine....obviously) doesn't mean it isn't good. But oh, how I do love a good fluff!

DragonFlames112@aol.com-- I stopped to piss you off, why the hell did you think I stopped? Haha, I'm sorry for the amazing three day gap between chapter posts, but they DO have to go through six eyes before they can be posted. Well, four lately, as one of my betas has mysteriously disappeared. I still have one loyal one though, and that's good for you if you like my fic Less eyes=more posts, more often. Hehe

Joebob1379-I love a clueless hottie, don't you? Hehe. Thanx for reading, and posting so many! I'm sorry I stopped there, but as I've said, I was compelled. Fluff rules!

Night Angel-Life is not fair. "Think how much worse it would be if life was fair, and all the awful things that happened to us happened because we actually deserve them. I for one take great comfort in the completely impersonal hostility of the universe" I don't know who said that, but it's my exact world few, so get over it! Haha. Thanx for reading and I hope you continue!

Stace-think about it....what am I gonna do, kill them? Haha....not to give it away, but they live. Sorry if I've ruined your fun, but it is relitivly obvious. Hehe

Fireseed-I hope that the fact you only reviewed on the first chapter does not mean that you did not read past it, but thanx for reading anyway. As I said to x0xferociousfemme0x0, they are not on summer holiday, it's November(hence the mention of it, and the snow). They started on Sept. 1st as usual, the only difference is the other students got to stay home until after Christmas.

Avi- Thanx, and I hope the fact that you reviewed today before I posted doesn't mean you'll not check back tomorrow, or at least soon. I apologize. I love Draco too, and this Draco.....is MY Draco. I created him, and I will not destroy him. He may have gotten his looks, name, and history from a wench named J.K. Rowling; but his personality is ALL MINE! I have form fitted this Draco to be my ideal boyfriend, and have unintentionally set myself up for failure. I will never find my perfect Draco, but I'll keep looking. And if I do find someone acceptably close, I can have gorgeous blonde children, and our first heir shall be called Draco. I'm getting way too involved in this. I said nothing.



I don't need to tell you guys to review, you've got that down! Two more and I have 100! Who gets to be the 100th reviewer? Let's all try and find out! When we do, well....then we can strive for the 150th! haha