Disclaimer: (Tybalt) Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford no better term than this: Thou art a villain. (Romeo) Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee doth much excuse the appertaining rage to such a greeting. Villain I am none. Therefore, farewell. I see thou knowest me not.

And that goes for all of you! You knowest me NOT, so don't damn criticize me so damn harshly! Okay, I'm not talking to anyone in particular... or maybe I am. You know who you are. Also, I don't really own anything, just thought I'd add that in there.
A/N Okay, this time I stopped in a REALLY bad place, but I couldn't help it because there was just no good place to stop! For those of you reading this as an update, here's a little memory refresher:

Last time on FOE:

"You know, Ace... if it makes you feel any better; you never made me cry. If I was in a good mood, I almost enjoyed your teasing. I've always thought that 'mudblood' was actually a rather humorous word. Mud. Blood. They rhyme. That's funny," she said, not laughing, but obviously happy and serious. Draco smiled.

"Really?" he asked hopefully.

"Really. Sometimes you DID hurt my feelings, but I never cried over it. I was usually too busy helping Harry keep Ron from jumping you to think about what you actually said," she told him and Draco smiled as convincingly as possible before giving up and just kissing her.
CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE: Serpent Heart, hid with a Flow'ring Face

"Thanks for that," Draco said, smiling. Hermione shrugged her shoulders and smirked at him.

"I didn't do it for you; I did it for him," she reminded him and Draco laughed.

"Yeah, I know, but thanks anyway," he said and kissed her once again.

"Mm!" she said as the end of the kiss drew near. "That reminds me; I have to go to the owlry today. I've put this off too long; I'll have some angry people after me," she said, but was still smiling.

"I though you weren't going to tell them until term?" Draco asked, not really surprised that she changed her mind. Hermione smiled.

"This way they'll be cooled off a little before I have to confront them," she explained and Draco smiled, his head already buried into her neck.

"Do you really think they'll be that angry?" he asked between kisses.

"No, but they won't be overly excited," she said, turning so that she was fully on her back. Draco smiled and brought his lips back to hers. Hermione gladly kissed back and ran her hand along his arm to his shoulder. The gentle kiss ended quickly and Draco plunged smoothly into her neck, relaxing himself next to her. Hermione smiled and concentrated on his touch, revisiting the sweet abyss she so often found herself falling into.

"You could beat Harry if you wanted to," she said quietly, eyes fluttering open. Draco paused only a moment to speak before continuing the soft skin kisses.

"What?" he asked as if he hadn't heard her.

"Quidditch," Hermione explained, turning her head away, giving him slightly better access. "You're better than him; you could win if you tried," she told him as Draco moved his lips up and under her jawbone. Then, he stopped, bringing his head up so he could look at her. Hermione turned her head back toward him, opening her eyes.

"I know, but what would that get me?" he asked and Hermione shrugged.

"Oh, I don't know...self confidence, a sense of accomplishment, the respect of your peers," she listed with a smile and Draco matched it.

"But that's just it. Everyone would hate the evil Slytherin git who showed up the great and glorious Harry Potter," he pointed out and Hermione couldn't help but see his point.

"I told you, you're not evil," she scolded and Draco smirked.

"Oh, right..... but your term doesn't sound as intimidating."

"I don't think you need more methods of intimidation, my dear. You could hush a mandrake with one of your 'I hate you' glares," Hermione said, smiling. Draco smirked.

"So I've still got it, do I?" he said smugly and Hermione laughed, then changed the subject back to Quidditch, something she never thought she'd do, what with all her excruciating conversations with Ron on the topic.

"The Slytherins would love you if you won, Ace. Slytherin hasn't won a game against Gryffindor in like three years," she reminded him and Draco nodded.

"I know; I was there. Nobody cares when we win against Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw... well, except us... winning against Gryffindor means at least a day of shunning and evil looks from all the other houses. It's just easier this way. Plus, it's almost funny how Harry gets all excited every time he wins, as if he didn't know it was going to happen," Draco explained and Hermione smiled.

"He looks like that when he wins heads-or-tails." Hermione smiled and Draco laughed. "I see your point, but you still shouldn't just let him win EVERY game. I say you kick his arse in the next one. It won't matter anyway in the long run; no Quidditch cup, after all. And I'd like to see the look on his face," she said with a semi-evil smirk. Draco kissed it away, then smirked.

"Now Mia; what would that do to our budding friendship?" he asked innocently, trying to look thoughtful. Hermione laughed.

"I think, to be friends, you actually have to talk to each other. Did you say one sentence, or two at Ron's? The most you said at one time was to ask me what time it was, and half of that was apologizing," she pointed out with a sweet smile.

"I wouldn't even have said that if I didn't want you to be the one to tell them we had to go, but I've talked to Harry before. Do you forget the day he showed up at our doorstep, looking pissed off and impatient? We had some deep conversations that day," he reminded her and Hermione giggled.

"Yes; making jokes about Snape can really bring people together," she said, remembering their chatter as they sat in the common room.

"Oh!" Draco said as he moved to sit up. "Speaking of Snape, guess who I saw in Hogsmeade this morning," he dared and Hermione smiled, speaking before he could continue.

"Snape? Was he snogging with a Malfoy-born Athena too? Interesting day you've had, isn't it?" she said, sarcastic on purpose, a little disappointed at the loss of contact.

"Good job; now I have mental images of Snape snogging a goddess. Just what I'd want right before breakfast... But no, actually. I DID see Snape, but he wasn't in a good enough mood to even double glance at a pretty girl. You'll never believe what happened," he said, shaking his head and smiling as if he thought Snape were pathetic.

"Okay, now I'm curious," she said, sitting up herself, smiling as the warm air of the room kissed her newly moistened neck.

"He gave me detention," Draco said, not looking up or dropping his smile.

"For what, breathing?" she asked, surprised and mildly outraged.

"Something like that. Maybe loitering," he said and shrugged, not nearly as upset as Hermione.

"Well? What happened?" she asked impatiently. Draco would have laughed, but what he was planning to explain made that action impossible.

"It was weird. He saw me, asked me where you were, and gave me detention. I told him you were sleeping and he looked almost betrayed. Then, he gave me the details and walked away. He didn't even make me come back to the castle, just left me there," he told her, looking down, away from her face.

"He sought you out just to ask where *I* was?" Hermione asked, looking a little shaken.

"That's how it appeared, yes. Don't ask me why, I'm just as surprised as you are," Draco told her. "And when informed that you were alone, he thought quickly to punish me," he said, shrugging his shoulders and looking a little more unhappy than he had been.

"Weird. So, when have you the obligation to be enslaved?" she asked, shrugging as well, but looking unmoved.

"That's it? You're just going to let it go like that?" Draco asked, surprised.

"Draco, Snape is freaking me out so badly lately that I'm not even going to allow myself to think about this. Now, where and when, pray tell?" she demanded, sounding stern but gentle, not wanting him to get a false impression of her mood.

"Dungeons at seven, tonight," he answered, knowing it was no use arguing with her.

"Hmm," she said with a sigh, and then Hermione looked down, appearing to be in deep thought. She smiled and turned her head to Draco. "Has Snape EVER given you a detention before?" she asked, mock suspicious. Draco smiled.

"I don't think so," he replied, actually thinking back and trying to recall a time when he would disobey the potions master. "That thing with the window was McGonagall. Snape was only there because of Neville; a trite explosion in Potions, I believe." Hermione giggled and Draco smiled, glad she was happy again.

"I wouldn't doubt that," she said and moved her hand to his, which was laying face up and forgotten on the bed between them. Hermione kept her eyes down, smiling as she watched their fingers entwine and slide together. There was a long silence, both just smiling and paying most of their attention to their hands. Draco turned to look at her, awed by the innocently obliviant look her face held. He smiled, his mind taking him back to their date, the way she looked before they left the city imprinted in his memory like a cloud imprints the sky.

"Do you still want to move to Seattle, love?' he asked innocently, breaking the silence. Hermione's smile grew at his words and she happily sighed.

"I can dream," she replied, eyes still on their hands.

"It doesn't have to be a dream," Draco said and Hermione turned to him, but didn't lift her eyes. She almost laughed, but caught herself.

"Don't get my hopes up; that won't happen. Even if there wasn't this whole teaching thing coming up, I'm still a minor. My parent's would never let me go.... but it would be great, wouldn't it?" she said dreamily, smiling as the pancake scene ran through her mind again. Draco, who was trying to be convincing, tried to think of a solution to all these problems.

"Okay, so we'll wait until next summer. You'll be eighteen, legally able to leave, and your parents will know me by then. I don't know about you, but I refuse to spend the rest of my life in this bloody castle; especially if it's just us two. None of the other teachers stay; why should we?" he proposed, smiling at his quick logic. Hermione smiled as well, glad he was trying to make her happy.

"Next summer is a long time, Ace," she said almost sadly, speaking the nickname to prove that she wasn't upset at his request. Draco didn't say anything, not sure exactly why she was being so pessimistic. He turned his gaze back to their hands, innocently joined as if they were meant to be that way.

Hermione waited a moment, then sighed. She looked up, but Draco kept his eyes fixed down. Although a bit unnerved by his blank stare, Hermione leaned closer and placed a quick kiss on his lips, then moved out of bed, unlocking their hands. She stood, walked to the door, and turned back to Draco with a smile, only to have it drop when she saw him.

"Draco?" she asked, He hadn't moved at all, now staring at his limp and empty palm as if it had betrayed him. At the sound of Hermione's voice, Draco's steady gaze broke and he turned to look at her, a slight smile on his face. "Alright?" she continued, eyebrows drawn together.

"Yes, of course, love," he said, sounding like his mood had been flipped entirely. Hermione seemed a bit skeptical, but didn't further question him. She tried to smile for Draco's sake, then turned back and slipped though the door. **She just doesn't want to get her heart broken,** Draco heard himself think and sighed. **And I don't blame her.**

* * * * * * * * * *

Although he had already taken one before leaving that morning, Draco decided to shower after brunch. Hermione had done so as soon as she got out of bed, as had become customary, and was curled up on the sofa, as close to the fire as possible without charring the edges of her book.

Draco quietly emerged from the bathroom, running a hand through his newly cleansed locks. Immediately, he noticed Hermione, tightly curled with her deep red Gryffindor blanked draped around her. Draco smiled to himself and quietly came up behind her, looking at the book in her hands and reading over her shoulder. Then, Draco's eyes grew wide.

"Mia, what are you READING?" he questioned and Hermione gasped, pulling the book to her chest, obviously not realizing he was standing behind her.

"Draco! God, you just LOVE sneaking up on me, don't you?" she scolded, taking a few breaths to calm herself. Draco smiled and kissed behind her ear.

"Don't change the subject, love," he whispered back and Hermione giggled, moving the book back to reading position.

"I have a soft spot for trashy romance, so sue me," she explained and brought her eyes from the book to catch Draco's reaction. To her surprise, he merely smirked. "Okay, maybe that wasn't the best choice of words, but you know what I meant. Must you always keep your mind in the gutter?" she said, rolled her eyes and smiled.

"I'm afraid so. My mind was born in the gutter, eats, sleeps, and dreams in the gutter, and if I have anything to do with it, my mind will die in the gutter." Hermione made no comment and Draco shook his head at her, then kissed her ear once more. "Humph. There is still so much I don't know about you, love," he told her, thinking about the book again, and Hermione smiled.

"You have no idea," she said and turned a bit toward him, letting her cheek brush against his lips. "There's a lot I don't know about you as well, Ace. Like: why you're still standing there," she said with a smile and Draco laughed a little.

"Uh, I'm sorry?" he tried, not sure exactly what rule he was violating. Hermione smiled and kissed his lips, happy to have such easy access.

"Come bond with me; I'm cold," she explained, still smiling. Draco kissed her again, a little harder than before, then did as she asked and settled himself beside her on their sofa. He stretched his arm across the back and Hermione draped hers across his chest, moving as close as possible.

"Happy?" he asked, not sarcastic as much as contented; he was obviously happy himself. Hermione smiled and squeezed close to him, squirming a little as he moved his arm to hold her to him.

"Very," she said, still trying to get as close as possible. Hermione placed her head on Draco's chest and closed her eyes, taking in the comfort of the new position.

"Do you feel alright, Mia?" Draco asked after a moment, smiling at the incredible feeling of contentment she gave him.

"Yes, I'm fine, just cold. Don't worry so much," Hermione said, sounding like she meant it. Draco smiled, the hand on her shoulder pulling her toward him a little.

"I can't help it," he said, quietly but audible. Hermione smiled and took a deep breath, letting git out as she spoke.

"Ask me something," she said, looking up slightly.

"What?" Draco asked, out of habit more than anything, and she smiled again.

"We're supposed to be bonding, aren't we? And you're right, we hardly know anything about each other. So; ask me something," Hermione explained, mentally preparing a question for him. Draco smiled and kissed her head.

"Tell me more about your home-life, Mia," he said and Hermione was almost surprised; she had expected a smart-ass comment from him.

"I live in a tiny little muggle town, outside London. It's really nice, and I have great friends, if not a great quantity. My parents are hardly ever home; you wouldn't think dentists would need to travel, but they do. Mostly conventions, I think. I've stayed here for Christmas fifth and sixth year because of that; they weren't going to be home, so there was no reason for me to be.

"Our house is no where near as large as yours, and contains no library, unless you count my room. I keep all my books there, and I do have quite a lot, so I guess you could say that.

"I spend my summer, for the most part, alone. I do, occasionally, go out with my muggle friends; especially last summer. My parents gave me a 5- passanger, black Mercedes Benz SLK 32 convertible for my birthday (A/N check out this car; it's AWESOME!); I practically lived in that car. I think I miss her most, of everything. Can you drive?" Draco had sat quietly and listened, caressing her shoulder with his thumb, in reality very interested.

"Of course; I can do everything," he said with a smile and Hermione laughed, although anyone else would have been intimidated. Draco smiled, loving the knowledge that he couldn't scare her.

"Oh yeah, I forgot," she said as if it had been her mistake.

"I don't have a car though."

"Really? That's somewhat surprising," she said, smiling and lifting her head up a little. Draco shrugged slightly, still smiling.

"Is it? Cars are a muggle mode of transportation, Mia. Apparation and brooms are Malfoy modes of transportation," he said, although he sounded sad. Hermione didn't say anything for a moment, but simply because she didn't know what to say.

"I guess that makes sense- I never thought of it that way. But, how do you know how, then? Don't tell me it just comes natural," she finally managed to speak.

"My Mum, and no; it definitely did NOT come naturally. I wouldn't be surprised if it was harder for me, actually. I think never seeing a car up close, then suddenly trying to operate one makes things more difficult.

"You would have laughed if you were there, Mia. Mum laughed, Fristy laughed.... I think Clara fractured something from constantly falling to the ground in hysterics.... but I have to admit; it was funny. I was terrible and it took forever to get better," Draco said with a wide smile as he remembered the first time his mother tried to teach him. She attempted to explain everything, but Draco had been completely lost. Luckily for both of them, and the poor car, Narcissa had her wand ready for emergencies. Needless to say, there were quite a few spells cast that day.

Hermione was almost laughing herself, picturing Draco in the driver's seat of a black limo, his mother smiling kindly in the seat next to him, and a nervous chauffer in the back, sweating bullets as Draco turned the ignition key.

"Well," she said after a minute, "I was thinking about letting you drive the Merc... but now I'm not so sure," she teased, looking up.

"Trust me when I say that I'm MUCH better now, but I wouldn't drive your car, even if you asked me to. That's YOUR car; I have no business behind its wheel. I wouldn't let anyone drive MY car, if I had one, so I don't expect to drive anyone else's...unless of course if it's an emergency or something," he told her and Hermione looked a tad bit suspicious.

"You offered to let me drive your broom, how is that any different?" she asked and Draco laughed.

"Mia, in ratio to your car, my Cirrus is a skateboard. You've never seen MY baby, have you? I'll show you next time we go flying," he said, looking thoughtful. Hermione smiled.

"You mean you have a BETTER broom than that blue one? I wasn't even sure one existed," she asked, surprised. Draco laughed a little, smiling and placing a kiss on Hermione's forehead.

"Of course there's a better one. There's always going to be a better one," he told her, sounding as if it were common knowledge.

"It wasn't in that creepy trunk with the others. That thing could take a digit or two if you aren't careful," she pointed out, mocking his broom closet. Again, Draco shortly laughed.

"Safety precautions, although I'm not sure it's really necessary, as I'm the only one who can open it. But you're right, she's not in there. My baby's case is twice as protected as that one; I had it made especially for her. I think she likes it," Draco told her and Hermione giggled. "What?" he asked, good-naturedly.

"I was just thinking; whenever you talk about Pansy, you say her name as if she were an object, and a loathed object at that, which is kind of bad in itself. Even if she is an... unpleasant person, she's still a person. But, anyway, my point is, you talk about Pansy as if she were a potions essay, but you talk about this broomstick as if it were your one true love. I just find that rather amusing," she said, smiling. Draco kissed her head again.

"I see your point, but you know what?" he asked and Hermione turned her head up in response. "Compared to you, my baby is a potions essay," he said and Hermione smiled, a slight giggle escaping her lips. Draco smiled as well, wanting to hear the heavenly display of her happiness again. "A long one; 40ft... with mandatory extra credit," he continued and Hermione's giggled did the same. "To be written within half an hour... on the proper way to stir," Draco finished and Hermione continued her flattered display.

She turned her head farther up and Draco claimed her lips instantly, before her giggles could even subside. They left her quickly and Hermione fell into the kiss, happy to be having it. They broke apart slowly and Hermione's smile returned.

"Okay Ace; my turn," she said and Draco nodded, ready to answer her question. Hermione took a breath, then smiled a little, trying to keep her mouth upturned, but finding it incredibly difficult. "Was your childhood really as terrible as everyone thinks?" she asked, bending her head back down and closing her eyes again. Unlike Hermione, Draco was founding it easy to keep his smile. He felt as if he couldn't be upset with anything when he was this close to her.

"I guess, I mean, I was at the beck and call of my father; expected to wait on him hand and foot and do whatever he asked of me. There wasn't a whole lot of physical violence until I was about ten. To this day I think he somehow found out about Selene and took it as a sign that I was ready to follow in his footsteps. Before that, I spent my time apparating places to pick up things from the Draco Lord and what not, learning to fence, and trying to protect my mother. Unfortunately, I was a poor excuse for a body guard and my efforts were usually futile.

"I wasn't exactly a match for Lucius at age seven, but I tried. I took care of Mum after, well... after he did. She's a lot stronger than she looks... kind of like you.

"Mum protected me from my father until I was somewhat able to defend myself, but I don't think Lucius would have hurt me, or at least not when I was very small. He wasn't quite stupid enough to do anything which might damage the development of his only heir, not when he had so much riding on it.

"All of the things you've heard are true, love. My father was indeed a death-eater, and the head death-eater at that. I, as the only son of his right hand man, became heir to Voldemort's throne. Damn, if it weren't for Potter, I'd be screwed into the ground by now. Just another piece of the twisted puzzle. Branded, betrothed, and expected to do anything and everything the Dark Lord told me to. Remind me to thank Harry next time we see him, would you? I don't think I ever told him how much that meant to me.

"If there's one reason I'm glad our relationship didn't start when it should have, it's because I would undoubtedly have put you in danger. Either Voldemort would have tried to harm you, he would have appointed Lucius, or, most likely, I would have been forced to do so, because you trust me, and would have trusted me," he paused for a moment, holding Hermione tight against him. "Okay, I really don't want to talk about this anymore... oh, god, how could I even..." he started, but couldn't continue.

Draco held Hermione tight to him, pressing his lips into her hair. Hermione remained silent, squeezing Draco back and keeping her eyes shut tight. She shuddered slightly as his words repeated in her mind and felt Draco sharply inhale.

"I'm sorry Mia, I didn't want to scare you... I don't know what I was thinking, telling you that... I'm sorry," he told her, in some way hoping she wouldn't be upset, but in another way he hoped she would. What he had just said was horrible; Draco knew that if Hermione slapped him right then, stormed into her room, and slammed the door behind her, he would have understood. Hermione didn't do this, however. She loosened her grip for a moment and turned her head up to him, a strangely sincere smile on her face.

"No, this is good. I want to know everything about you, not just the good stuff. And besides; it's not like I've never had someone to kill me before," she said, keeping her smile.

"Hermione..." Draco said in a way that could only precede the words 'you're scaring me.' Hermione shook her head.

"No, really, it's okay. Voldie has been after me for years, trying to get to Harry. As sick and twisted as it sounds, I think I'm getting used to it. Did you notice that you were at least twice as freaked out about the dreams as I was? That entire week, did I seem abnormal at all, besides the whole being worried out of my mind about you thing?

"I've just accepted the fact that I'm not going to live forever. It's really alright, you don't have to watch what you say around me... I'm not going to have a nervous breakdown; trust me," Hermione assured him, bringing her lips as close to his as she could manage. Whether to kiss was up to Draco, and at that moment, like so many others, he felt as if he would do anything for her. He kissed her as if he would never chance it again; as if she were to disappear at any second and not reappear a few hundred feet away.

"I love you," Draco said, making Hermione smile. Then he pricked his mouth into a pathetic smirk. "...and I'm not going to kill you." Hermione laughed and brought her lips back to his, now close enough for her to be the one to decide what happened.

"That's always a good thing to hear. Okay, next question," she said, tilting her head back down and waiting for his inquiry. Draco smiled and relaxed a little, glad for a chance to change the subject.

"Tell me about your friends, Mia. The ones who live near you," he said and Hermione smiled.

"There are six of us, all together. We're known throughout town for our inseparability, and are loved by almost every elderly lady for a mile. There's Thisbe; she's my very best friend; we've been that way for as long as I can remember. She's like my over-the-summer replacement for Ginny, although neither could really take the other's place. Thiz and I spend time together, but usually we recruit the others to join us.

"There's Sean and Derek; they're the mischief making captains... always thinking of fun ways for us to get in trouble. Then Tino; he's the smart one who gets us out of it. As for girls, we've got Thiz and I, then Gwen. Gwen is rather morbid and gothic, but she has a knack for decorating. Thiz is kind of strange sometimes. She's into art and music and all that other wholesome cultural stuff. All I've ever seen her read is Shakespeare... I have pictures if you want to see them," she finished, shifting a little. Thinking she was getting up, Draco's arm tightened.

"Not right now, love," he said, but gently. Hermione smiled and finished her repositioning.

"That's good, because if you want me to get up now, you're going to have to move me yourself," she said, placing her head back on his chest. Draco smiled and kissed her.

"Well, I guess you're staying here then. I haven't got the energy to move myself, much less you," he told her, smiling as the center of warmth from her shifted with her movement.

"I'm just fine with that," she said with a smile, then kissed his chest through his shirt.

"It's your turn, love," Draco said, remembering their current mission. Hermione smiled and took a slow and deep breath, showing her contentment.

"Oh, right," she said on the exhale, then paused a moment before speaking again.

A/N Once again, I've been forced to stop in the middle of something! Sorry!

To those wondering, when Hermione said 'Malfoy-born Athena' she was making a reference to Pallus Athena; daughter of Zeus (Greek Mythology). Legend has it that Athena popped directly from Zeus' head, full grown and covered in armor. Hermione was mocking herself for believing Corsica to be a figment of Draco's imagination.

Oh, and I apologize for all the Romeo and Juliet. I've become somewhat obsessed. I even dug through a box of second hand books at the library for a copy.... cost me a whole damn dollar! Lol.

Once again, title from R+J. Nurse tells Juliet that Romeo killed Tybalt and now is banished, and she uses this oxymoron as a way to emphasize the irony of this statement. Yes, it has nothing to do with the chapter, but I loved the line and I wanted to use it somewhere... plus it's a serpent....yeah, Slytherin rules. Okay, so Draco rules and Slytherin sucks, but since they have him... it doesn't seems SO bad... hehe.

PFR: Sorry about the delay on this... I had a dentist appt. on Friday, followed by BINGO with Granny, and I've been posting almost daily the last few chapters, so I'm getting a little ahead of myself, and with no time on Friday to actually write new stuff, I've fallen behind. Don't worry; I'm catching up. Hehe.

J & K: You're the same person, aren't you?

JoeBob1379: haha, yes, we all love da popcorn! Your favorite, hm? This isn't my favorite... I think mine is the one I've just written. They have a whole conversation about R+J; it's hilarious, trust me. Haha. Everybody's coming back on the 3rd of January. That is when we will hear from more people, although either Draco or Hermione will always be there. This is 3rd person limited, meaning they are the only ones whom I go into detail thoughts and feelings with. Cheerio!

Hasapi: Yeah, I thought that was kinda corny, but I was feeling mushy that day... lol.

Tom Felton's Babe: Hm... why don't they run away and just marry? Maybe because they're 16 and 17, don't have their diplomas yet, and have this once in a lifetime opp. Coming up. Why would you pass that up to be together when you can have both? Lol. But I know what you mean. They're so in love it makes me sick....I'm so incredibly jealous... haha. I'm not going to say if he did or if he didn't use 'protection', but either way no babies. My best guess would be no, because I mean think about it... he goes to school with only one person, and she just happens to be a girl whom he thought hated his guts, when he's packing his trunk before leaving, are condoms on the list? No, probably not. And even if he had some, I don't think they'd be like at arm's reach or whatever... and I don't really think he'd have any anyway considering his rather inactive sex life. I've read stories where they use like 'no-conception' spells, but I don't know if they'd think of that... plus when Hermione made that joke about being pregnant, if he had used one, wouldn't his first response be, 'But we used protection!' or something of the nature? But yeah, use your imagination.... I'm leaving it undecided. Haha.

Theresa: Yeah, J and K are dorks. Thanx for reading and it's no problem from this end! Lol, I'm glad you're enjoying this! I certainly am!

Malfoy: Yes, I love that scene too... it's my very favorite! Hehe. Love the hidden sex talk there, lol. And she's not anorexic, no one really thinks she is, and Draco definitely doesn't think she is. At the beginning of that whole speal, I was being crapped out by my mom for 'not eating enough' so I took out my emotion on it (talking about the scene in the astro. tower.) But then I just decided it was good fuel for an argument... haha. It was a misunderstanding, though. He was just joking around.

Draco'sDragon: Lol; I have a chocolate stash, but each time I fill it it's emptied by suppertime... lol.

Bitter Sanity: Yeah, that's what I was thinking... lol. DORK! Hey, at least you're not a... something worse than a dork! Be happy! Lol. And I AM trying to back off on the nicknames, but I still like them so I do tend to use them sometimes. He hardly ever says Hermione anymore unless he's trying to get her to do something... or something...

Nikki: Sorry about the no details, but I'm not exactly the best author to do that... plus I didn't want to screw it up and make it sound stupid then turn people off to the fic or something... and I like Ace. He stays Ace. I think it's the perfect name for him. Sorry.

Raelli: Why thank you, lol. I'm sorry if it's getting boring, but I don't doubt that it is... I just don't quite feel ready to stop it yet...and I LIKE the mushiness!

MoshiMoshiQueen: Lol, I doubt it's the BEST but thanks anyway... lol. And it's not going as slow as it seems to be. They've only been together for a month or so... but they are together like all day everyday, so I guess it's quite a lot of togetherness and makes up. My boyfriend and I live in two different towns, so I only get to see him for a few hours on the weekends... I think I'm writing this story this way because I'm jealous, lol.

Envision: I love popcorn.

Jayx: Yeah, they're oversensitive, and creepily overprotective, but it's just make believe. Haha. If this story were to really happen, it would freak those involved out... but then again, wouldn't any of the Harry Potter stories freak people out? Seriously, lol. Bubble Tramp rules, lol. And yeah, about Lirawen, that's what I was thinking... but I wish she'd just go away.