A/N: Yay! More reviewers! More reviewers = more reviews =happy writer = quicker updates = more reviewers = more reviews = happy writer = quicker updates = See? It all works out! Like the food chain, kinda. Where'd that come from? I have no idea. Oh, and I'm so happy, because I got some of my old audiences back!!! Does the e-mailing help?

Disclaimers: Okay, let's try something new this time. What kind of writer am I? A romance writer! What kind of stories do I like writing? Romance stories! Now recall Harry Potter. Besides the little bit of Cho Chang, do you remember any romance parts? Yes, there was the James and Lily thing, but they aren't the main characters, now are they? What does that tell you? Harry Potter is not a story filled with romance and love. What does that also tell you? Me, the romance writer, could not possibly have written Harry Potter, because I would not write something so unfilled with romance. What else does that tell you? If I did not write Harry Potter, then it is obviously not I who owns the characters. Does that make sense? I hope so!

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Glimpse of Your Future Husband

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Chapter Four: Off They go to London

"Hermione? What in the world are you sitting here for?"

Hermione turned her head away from the window and immediately spotted the culprit who interrupted her long train of thoughts, who in this case happened to be Mrs. Granger.

"I was thinking," she replied crossly.

Lady Anne frowned slightly at this.

"You think all too much, my dear girl! I am certain you shall get wrinkles, and that is really quite against the fashion!"

Hermione thought it strange that anyone would want to follow the current fashion. It was so silly, telling females to be witless, helpless, and utterly blushy!

"But then again, she rather is," Hermione muttered thoughtfully.

"Who is rather what?"

"Nothing. Don't mind me. I'm thinking again."

Mrs. Granger wrinkled her brows with disapproval and looked almost as if she were about to snort.

"You're getting wrinkles faster than I am, Mum," Hermione pointed out matter-of-factly.

"Oh, you are impossible! Nevermind that then. Have you heard the news?"

"What news?" asked the clueless girl. "Oh, do tell me it's not that Sevi has jumped into the river and got himself all sick again?"

Her mother glared at her.

"No, nothing so silly!"

"Oh, it wasn't silly at all. Last time he did that, I had to look after him! I was quite positive he would sneeze on me, and so I lost a whole night of sleep."

"Well, you did volunteer to do the looking after."

"True, true. But he's mine, you know, and it would be terribly irresponsible of me to dump him on someone else. I'd feel awful if he sneezed on you, you know."

Actually, thinking harder on that, Hermione found that she wouldn't have felt awful at all. She'd feel much more like laughing. Just imagining it was making her feel giggly. However, it wouldn't do to giggle now, so as she tried to smother it, it turned out rather like a chortle.

"'Mione, be serious for once, won't you? As much as I love Severus, and as much as I love you, this is just a lot more important," said the lady, quite exasperated at this point.

"Oh, I can quite assure you that nothing is as important as a sick Sevi. And how could you say anything is more important than me? I am your daughter!"

"But that's just the thing. This is all for your own good, you know. I have decided that we shall leave tomorrow and be on our way to London.

Hermione felt herself freeze.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Oh, you heard me. I know you have sharp hearing. We are going to London."

"No...but...but...why?"

"Well, it was all rather a suggestion from His Grace, the Duke. He proposed that you should go to London to have your come-out season before you get married, for it would be terribly improper of you to have it the other way round. I rather agree with him! You are, after all, only fifteen, dearie, and Mr. Potter hardly nineteen, so I daresay you two have some growing-up to do before the wedding, which we have set as two years later. What say you, daughter?"

"Which WE set as two years later? My dear lady, have I any say in my wedding at all? This is horrid! I have no wish to go to London at this time. I was going to find Sevi a wife, for one, and second, I don't wish to meet that very rude Mr. Potter again. And that is final!"

For the first time in a long while, Mrs. Granger found herself truly displeased. It didn't even upset her as much when Mr. Potter had departed without a by-your-leave that Saturday morning last week.

"Hermione, this is too much! I am your mother, and it is your duty as my daughter to obey me. I say that we are departing for London, and so we are. You have absolutely no say in this. As for you wedding, yes, I will allow your opinion. You could choose your own wedding gown."

Hermione stared at her mother. She could feel the anger bubbling in her. First, she is engaged off to some man she has never met. Then, she finds that man is really a rude idiot. Next, her wedding is already all planned out, much to her distaste. Finally, she's now being shipped off to London.

"Mother, have I no independence? Have I no opinions? Am I just a doll made to be played around with?!"

Lady Anne sighed.

"Yes, you are right. I am being unfair. I give you these choices. You could either to go to London with me, or you could to stay at home and eat one meal a day, be locked in your room, and have Severus far, far away from you."

Hermione considered this. Unwillingly, she acknowledged her defeat. Her mother is not to be swayed.

"Very well, Mum. We're off to London. But Sevi and Ginny coming with us."

"Ginny? But will her mother approve?"

"No idea, but you must persuade her mother, or no deal."

"Very well, agreed."

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"SAY WHAT?!"

"You heard me."

Harry shook his head disbelievingly

"How could you? I barely escaped from that ghastly place, and now you tell me they're coming here? Oh, this is...this is...I think I shall faint."

"Don't worry, I'll catch you if you should."

Harry glared at an amused Draco.

"What? I'm actually quite strong!"

"Yes, I know you are. And I'd be much obliged if you could keep very strong arms busy with your fencing and away from me."

Draco chuckled at this.

"I was offering out of a good heart. You said you were going to faint."

"It was a figure of speech. I feel perfectly fine now."

"So you don't mind that I invited them to town?"

"Oh, that's right. I had quite forgotten! HOW COULD YOU?!"

"Look here. She's your fiancé, all right? As much as you dislike her, you are going to marry her. You must as well get to know her before you do so."

"That's it! I'm off!"

"To where?"

Harry didn't reply and looked at his feet. Draco sighed despairingly. He had thought their relationship was getting just a bit better.

"Don't drink too much."

Harry shrugged and walked out of the study.

"I wonder if it would have helped had I said it was I who wanted to meet this Miss Granger."

Draco pondered on this.

"Probably not."

Sighing, he rang the little bell, and the maid scurried in with a train laden with dishes.

"Uh, Master, would you mind terribly if I asked why you are trying these dishes, and not Mr. Potter? I thought you said he wanted to eat them."

"He left. But these all look delicious. You are quite sure they're prunes with eggs?"

"That is what Cook said."

"Good, good."

Draco took a bite and smiled his delight.

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End of Chapter 4

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Bloopers:

Draco took a bite and smiled his delight.

***1/2 hour later***

"Oh dear god. I think I am drastically allergic to prunes and eggs cooked this way! AHHH! I HAVE PURPLE DOTS ON MY FACE!!!!!!!"

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End of Bloopers

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A/N: *Ahem* I had to write that blooper. Thanks, Mrs. Snape, for the idea. I've been writing all too much, by the way. Once I spring break passes, I think I'll only be able to update once a week. No time. AHH! Sowwy, guys. =( Well, anyhow, while I have the time, I hope you enjoy the work. This chapter is more like an in-between chapter. The last three, were beginning chapter. The next one gets to the beginning of the real plot! Yay!!!! I'll have so much more fun writing from now on. I hate writing beginning and in- between chapters. Oh, but I like writing resolutions. Anyone want to read the resolution first? HAHAHA. If I wrote you an epilogue, I don't think you would understand it anyway. I have the perfect idea!!!

More A/N: I'm just a little curious, by the way. Who likes eating raw eggs here? Anyone? Tell me in your review! Then, I can tell everyone the results in the next chapter. ^_^

Okay, on to thank you's:

Hasapi: Thanks for your help! I changed the summary, if you didn't notice. ^_- Now everyone can read the whole thing. *phew* And I took your advice about the three dots. I hope it works this time!

Angel: da Newsies fan: Thanks for your support!!! Someone likes my story! Yay!!!!

The Dragon Guardian of the Sea (a.k.a. Meredith): Congratulations! I wonder if anyone else figured it out in the middle of the story. Oh dear, I don't remember what I wrote!!! *ahem* It's okay. I love reading crazy ramblings, actually, because I ramble a lot myself. Hope you read more!

JoeBob1379: Yeah, I put you in with your precious Severus, but we won't get into that until she actually arrives in London and meets His Grace, the Duke. If this weren't Hermione/Draco, it'd be Harry/Draco. Oh, the funniest thing. I once told Rachel I prefer Harry/Draco, and I said it out loud without saying the slash in between. It sounded rather like a Hairy Draco. And Danny and Mikey were laughing their heads off at me. It really wasn't my fault though!!! Oh, think I can get them to read this?

Naurhen: Sense and Sensibility? Like the Jane Austen book? Yeah, someone else told me it was like Jane Austen too, but I actually haven't read that one. I did read Pride and Prejudice, Persuasion, and Mansfield Park, though, so I know Jane Austen's writing style, at least. ^_^ Hope you read later chapters!

Hedwig7up: More new reviewers! Yay! Glad you like it. I'll try to be as quick as I can, but once break ends, it's going to be slower. Maybe I'll write a bunch in break, and slowly post them. You know, get everyone all suspenseful. Lol =P!

Sportsfan: Cool! I don't know what made me write the third chapter actually. I was quite reluctant to do so at first, because I had such a head ache, but hey, at least someone likes it!

Mysticpixie: Yay! Does that mean you're coming back?! I'm sooooooooooooo happy!