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Hey all! I'm back, FINALLY. School's over and I'm here! I'll be oot from August 6th to either the 13th or 14th, depending on how long it takes me to get back. SO don't expect an update until maybe the fifteenth. I'm really, really, REALLY sorry about the long wait. I was going through exams, the end of school, groundings, and having my comp's memory wiped out by accident. *Sigh.* But I'm back, and It's time for me to FINALLY get some work done on this story. I hope everyone's enjoying it so far. J

"What?" Draco said, turning tensely to Hermione. "Tell me about Voldemort, my father!" He visibly relaxed. "Hermione, I'm really not the one to tell you about him. You're going to have to see him yourself."

"But when would I have time to do something like that?" Draco shrugged.

"The death eater's ball on Christmas." It was her turn to be tense. She froze, her arms hanging limply at her side, and her eyes locked on the back of Draco's head as he shuffled papers on his desk.

"Death eater's ball? I am expected to go to the death eater ball? ME?"

"You're his daughter! You're expected to go!" Hermione sighed and fell onto her back.

"This is going to be a rather large change."

"Just a little." Draco said, turning around to her and grinning down at her face. 

"So what else am I going to be expected to do?"

"Learn a ton of dark arts, uh…get the best grades here, produce the heir of slytherin, and keep in contact with Harry and Ron…"

"Wait a second!" Hermione said, sitting up suddenly. "Did you say, PRODUCE AN HEIR??" Draco nodded. "HELL NO! Not with some dirty, son of a bitch hooker! Fuck!" she covered her face and slumped down again, sighing.

"This is going to be one crazy assed year!" the clock on Draco's desk buzzed midnight. "Hermione, it's midnight. We have class tomorrow…" Hermione groaned and rolled off the bed. "Fine… Good night…." Draco sighed and closed the door after him. That went well. "Women…" Draco said to the nothingness.

"Can't live with them, can't live without them, can't kill them…"

Hermione strode back into her room, slamming the door for no apparent reason. She walked over to her bed and stretched, climbing into it and sliding under the silky covers. She sighed, her head spinning with questions. Yawning, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. When she awoke the next morning, she saw sun shining into the room through the glass door on the balcony. She glanced out the window for a second and stood up, yawning, once again, and pulling a thin robe around her. The black material glittered in the sunlight as she walked across the room to her vanity, looking in the mirror and taking her wand from the highly glossed counter. Pointing it at her face, she muttered one of her simpler make-up spells, and looked over the results. Sighing for the fiftieth time that morning, she pocketed her wand and left her room. She stopped outside of Draco's room and knocked lightly on the door. He opened it, wet hair and just some black boxers on. Hermione blushed.

 "Erm… uh… I'll be back… I guess… ahh…" Draco blushed too, water droplets dribbling from his hair and creating an amazingly godlike image.

"No, its ok, come on in." Hermione's cheeks glowed just as red as Draco's as he stepped back from the door and let her in. She went over to the desk, fumbling with her necklace, and glanced down at the papers on it. "So, what did you want?" He asked, pulling on clothes and towel drying his hair. "Um… just to ask some more questions about my father. That's all, really." She heard an annoyed sigh.

"Hermione, you'll have a chance to have all of your questions answered. Just drop it for a while. You don't need to know everything right now. When you meet him, I'm sure he'll want to have some er, 'family talks' with you…" She nodded. "I guess so."

"Come on, let's go get something to eat."

She nodded and followed him out of the room and into the common room. They walked out into the dark corridor, and down to the Great hall. A large sign was posted just outside of the door. They stopped to look at it.

Attention All Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh year Students:

All fifth, sixth, and seventh year students will be traveling to the capitals of 10 different countries of their choice (from the list of 500 found on the doors of the academic classes), in order to study the cultures, Ministry of Magic offices, history, traditions, and behavior of the people and creatures in the countries. All students must be prepared to leave by October 1st, with enough muggle and magical people's clothing and supplies packed. Students will be staying in (mainly) the wizarding world, but some venturing into the muggle world will be necessary. All students will be returning to Hogwarts on December 1st, with five rolls of parchment per capital with the following facts…

 Hermione's jaw dropped. She turned slowly to Draco, a look of pure shock on her face. "Wow." Was all he managed to get out.

"So… we're going out of town for a while… Heh…" Harry and Ron were pushing their way through the mob that had gathered around the sign.

"Did you read it??" Ron asked anxiously, a grin stuck on his face.

"Yeah, we did, it's cool!" Ron nodded and dragged Harry back through the crowd to go find Fred and George. Pansy Parkinson gave a great squeal and shoved Hermione out of her way, running up to Draco, (both her fat and her insets flying everywhere) and throwing herself onto him, arms gripped so tightly around his neck that his face immediately turned red from lack of oxygen, she attempted to wrap her legs around his waist, but failed because they couldn't reach. Draco, looking disgusted, threw her down onto the floor.

 "WHAT THE FUCK?!"

He yelled, startling a group of second years a few feet away so much that they ran into the hall. Draco whipped out his wand and pointed it at Pansy. Her ugly face was covered in a thick layer of sparkling greet glitter and thick black eyeliner. Her skirt was just about a third of the way down her thick, treelike legs, and her stomach bulged out of an overly tight, green tank top.

 "Drakie, Why do you always treat me like that? Whenever I give you a hug to express our love, why, you throw me down to the ground!!! I can't believe you! You…. You… YOU HATE ME!!"

With that she burst into fits of hysterical sobs, Draco grabbed Hermione's hand and dragged her back down the corridor. "Come on," he said out to her out of the corner of his mouth over Pansy's sobs. "I've lost my appetite." She giggled and ran after him as he dragged her all the way back to their common room. "Close call, huh." Draco nodded. "She does that all the time. One of these days I'm going to lose my temper and just hex her until she can't-" He stopped abruptly, as he couldn't move his lips when Hermione's own were covering them. His eyes were wide with shock, but as she pulled back slowly, he took her head and pulled her back in for more. She slid her hands up behind his neck and kissed him gently. When they parted, all he could manage was a soft, "wow." She smiled to him. "Where the hell did you learn that?" he questioned, looking down at her. "You didn't learn from Krum did you??" She shook her head. "Not WEASLEY! N-not POTTER!" she giggled and shook her head some more. "Then… who?" She laughed this time. "From you! You would learn a little bit if you watched someone make out in the halls all the time." Draco blushed a little. "Well… you know…" He put his hands around her waist and pulled her back to him, so that both their bodies were pressed right up against each other's. "You know, you're father would be doing back flips if we got together…" Hermione muttered into his neck, smiling at the way he shivered against her breath on his neck. "Yeah, he would. Shall we try it?" A smile embraced her lips. "I'd love to." With that their lips met once more, moving against each others rhythmically, tongues darting out and running along their lips, and they left the common room for class, bags in hand.

A/n well, there's that chappie, finally. Aheh. HAPPY 4TH EVERYONE IN THE U.S! I'll have the next chap. Up VERY soon! I'm soo happy that I can finally type again… *sighs* Well, feel free to email me at stormy5@mindspring.com if you have any comments about the story, (or suggestions) I'm ALMOST done with Ootp!! I was so happy when I got it… two days ago…. :-p see, you have to resist the urges to buy it and wait a few days. Then you only pay 6.99 for it :) This story does NOT follow ANY of the plot lines in ootp. Just letting everyone who's too dense to notice it know.