Here is chapter five. ^_^ Thank you all for reviewing! I own nothing.

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"I love your house!" Harry exclaimed as he apparated beside Hermione. "It's huge!"

"Thanks!" smiled Hermione, letting them in. "It's Draco's. Isn't it beautiful?"

"Yeah, it is," agreed Harry following her in. He looked around the large hall. "This isn't a house, it's a mansion!" He looked around and then peered into one of the rooms. It was beautifully decorated, and filled with books.

"Is this your idea of Heaven?" he asked Hermione, earning an exasperated sigh. He was then shoved into the room. Hermione followed and curled up onto a chair.

"This is my research room. Snape is a very demanding boss." She moved a quill and piece of parchment from under her.

"Snape? You work for Snape? Since when?" demanded Harry. I have missed so much.Next time Oliver suggests a World tour, I'll kill him.

"Since a few years ago when he decided to take on an apprentice. There were over ten thousand applicants, and he chose me." She looked pleased.

"That's great 'Mione. That means soon you'll be a Potions Mistress," he smiled. She nodded happily.

"Yes. And then Dumbledore asked if I'd take over as Potions Mistress at Hogwarts when Snape retires. I agreed. It'll be brilliant." She pulled out her wand. "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm a terrible hostess. Would you like a cup of tea?"

"Yeah please," grinned Harry. "Was waiting for you to ask. I know how much you love playing hostess."

"Charming," huffed Hermione in mock anger. She reached over to the fire and threw some powder into it, shouting "Twinkle! Tea!"

Seconds later, a house elf appeared in the room, with a tray. Twinkle set it down and then left.

"Milk, three sugars?" asked Hermione, handing a cup over to Harry with a smile. He took a sip.

"You know me too well," he said after tasting it.

Hermione picked up the cup and tilted her head to stare at Harry. "So what's wrong?"

"You really do know me too well." He put his cup down. "Well, where shall I start?"

"At the beginning. You were acting strange, I knew there was something on your mind." Hermione leaned back and watched Harry carefully, to see the words he didn't say show in his eyes.

"Well, I've fallen for someone." He watched Hermione too. "She's perfect for me. But I don't know whether I should go for it. See, she's dating someone else. I know I could give her so much better than her current boyfriend could, I know I love her more, but she doesn't know it."

"Do you love her?"

"Yes. More than anything." Harry prayed that Hermione realised she was who he was talking about.

"Well, Harry, you should go for it." Hermione sipped her drink again, trying to think who the girl could be.

"Really? I have got an idea of what to do, but I need advice first." He had formulated a plan in his mind. Draco wouldn't be back for a while. Harry had had too much experience of a 'simple' visit to Ron's house.

"Yeah, I can't see why not. Most girls would die for a chance to be with you," smiled Hermione, happy to see Harry smiling.

"Alright then. I'll go for it," he said. "Thanks Hermione." He put his cup down and walked over as if to hug her in thanks. She put down her cup, and knocked it to the floor in shock as Harry pulled her closer and kissed her passionately. She tried to pull back, but he was too strong for her. When he drew back, she stared at him in horror.

"Harry James Potter! What are you doing?!" she asked  furiously, trying to pull away. Harry kept a grip on her arms.

"Hermione, you said I should go for it. I decided there was no time like the present. You're the girl, Hermione. I could give you so much more than Draco can! Come with me! Cancel the wedding, and come with me! I know you love me! Remember our seventh year? Please," he begged, knowing her answer already, but determined to change her mind.

"Harry! No I will not! I love Draco, you know I do! That fling in the seventh year was just that, Harry! A fling!" She finally pulled away and jumped up, leaving Harry in the seat. "I love you as a friend, not as anything more!"

"Hermione, don't lie to me. Please. You know you feel something for me. Please, I was so hurt. I came back for you, Hermione. I came back to find you and to ask you to marry me!"

Hermione wrung her hands. "Harry, you know I love Draco! He gives me everything I need! And he'll kill us both if he finds out what happens!" Hermione started panicking. "Are you trying to ruin my life, Harry? I love Draco!"

"Just one date." Harry got up. "One date. And I won't tell Draco anything. I'll even take a potion to make me forget anything happened.

"Harry, I can't! I'm getting married in two weeks! What's happened to you?" She stared at him, half angry, half frightened.

"Hermione, you happened to me. I fell in love, and you broke my heart. And for one date, I won't tell anyone. It doesn't leave this room. And you can still get married without any trouble." He stared up at her, his eyes full of sorrow. "I hate to do this, but I want a chance to prove myself to you! I hate this blackmail, bribery, all of it, you know that! But I love you!"

"No, Harry!"

"Hermione? Are you home yet?" Draco's voice called from the hall. Hermione looked panicky.

"Is that still a no, 'Mione?" Harry's voice was bitter. "Because I think Draco will have an interesting surprise when I talk to him." He stared at Hermione as she stared at the door.

"Hermione? Hermione?" Draco was searching for her.


"Alright!" she hissed. "Alright! Just one! Harry, I can't believe you're doing this to me!" She covered her face with her hands, regaining her composure. Harry sighed.

"Thanks 'Mione. I'm sorry to have to do this to you. I promise I'll make it up to you." He lifted his hand to her face and gently touched her cheek. "I hate using blackmail, but I'm desperate." He placed a kiss on her cheek and apparated.

"Hermione?" Draco pushed open the door. "There you are!" He walked over to her and then stopped as he saw the smashed cup, spilt tea, and Hermione's tears. "Oh 'Mione, what's wrong?" He reached out and hugged her, kissing her forehead. "Tell me what happened. Twinkle!" he hollered. The house elf reappeared.

"What does Master Draco want?" she asked in a squeaky voice. Draco nodded to the cups.

"Can you clear those up for me, please? Thanks Twinkle." He pried one of Hermione's hands away from her face. "'Mione, what's the matter?"

Hermione stared into his concerned eyes and felt her heart tear in two. She was betraying him to save their relationship. And the worse thing was that Harry had made her begin to have doubts.

"Do you want to talk about it?" asked Draco again, lifting her face gently. "If you do, I'm here."

"I'm so sorry!" Hermione burst into tears again and fled the room. Draco stared after her, and then shrugged.

"She'll tell me when she's ready. But Twinkle, make sure she's okay."

"Twinkle will do that, Master Draco. Master Draco must sit and have some of Twinkle's tea." Twinkle produced a cup of tea and gave it to Draco. He accepted it and stared into the fire.

"I hope she's alright," he whispered softly. "I love her so much."

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"Miss Hermione?" Twinkle peered into Hermione's bedroom. "Miss Hermione? Twinkle is here to help, Miss Hermione."

Hermione was lying across the bed, staring at the floor. Her eyes were red from her tears.

"Twinkle? What should I do?" she asked, turning and staring at the ceiling. "Should I tell them both? Should I not tell either?"

"Miss Hermione, Twinkle thinks there is something bothering Miss Hermione. Twinkle thinks Miss Hermione wants to go away and be alone for a few days. Twinkle thinks Miss Hermione is nervous about Miss Hermione's wedding, miss." The house elf walked over around the bed to stand by Hermione's head.

"Twinkle, do you think it will work? I am nervous. Maybe I'll go stay with Ginny for a while." Hermione closed her eyes. She was telling the truth. What if Harry announced what had happened at the wedding? Announced, just before she said her vows, that she had agreed to a date with him?

It would break Draco's heart.