Disclaimer: Let me think – do I have a British accent? No, so that already screws up the possibility of me being JKR…so you know what I think? Maybe, just maybe I'm not JKR…. Which can only mean I'm someone other than her….which also means that I own nothing but the plot….which also means…

Thanks to my reviewers and readers out there! I'm sorry it took so long (well not that long) for an update, but my dad was setting up this wireless connection in our house, so my internet connection was off for a day…sorry and it won't happen again!

Oh, and this chapter won't have any action, I'm delaying that for a bit further till they REALLY get it on.

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            You could hear the loud "What the fuck?!" throughout the mansion from Draco's mouth after I screamed. And that could crack mirrors, I tell you.

                        "What the hell did you scream for Hermione? Oh wait," he smirked, "Was it the shock of waking up next to me? Most women don't have such strong reactions, but you turn me on even more."

                        "Actually, it was the thought of your face that made me scream, and yes I think many women scream out like that for that particular reason."

            My stomach grumbled. I said-

                        "Oh god, I'm soo hungry. We can't possibly conjure food right?"

                        "Why don't you get that wreaking smell washed out of your mouth first, eh?"

                        "I do NOT smell, maybe it's just your body odor."

                        "Or maybe it's just you."

                        "Shut up and tell me where you keep the god-damned spare toothbrushes."

                        "Follow me, and don't get lost! Your apartment was probably smaller than this so I assure you; keep yourself within the reach of the tour guide."

            Funny how he could be so cute sometimes. This was not one of them.

            We went to his bathroom, and he bent down in one of the cabinets under the sink and voila – a toothbrush came out! What wonders of the world? Just as I was about to reach for the toothpaste, so did Draco, and both of our hands touch each others simultaneously. We looked up at each other, he pulled the toothpaste to his side, I to mine, and we did this for several minutes until it squirted on Draco, on one side of his face. I laughed out loud.

                        "It's not funny ok!"

            I couldn't reply; I was on the floor, laughing my ass off, tears of mirth streaming out of my eyes. Draco looked at me, and got so red: like a balloon was about to burst. It was such a good contrast with his normal pale self.

                        "Wha-you-a-uh," he said and then he shook his head, as if disappointed and washed his face. We soon brushed our teeth side by side and another competition ensued – who could brush the longest before gargling. It was intense, but he won in the end – because I let him, so he wouldn't dunk his head in the toilet out of shame for losing to a girl. I knew he could be a sissy when things didn't go his way.

            We headed back into his room, him in his boxers, and I in his now wrinkled shirt. Imagine that – one of his shirts being wrinkled was like saying that Umbridge was "a really nice woman" at heart. She's rotting in Azkaban right now.

            But I don't want to be trapped in this room with him – so I cut right down to business. But before I utter a word, Draco beats me to it:

                        "Listen, I know you're probably going to want to think of ways to get out, but I have to exercise first, so you have to wait."

            He was ordering me around. But nevertheless, I didn't say anything and watched as he did 100 push-ups effortlessly. Man, I couldn't even do 3 without taking a big effort. He looked at me thoughtfully and said:

                        "How much do you weigh?"

                        "And I'm going to tell you private information like that because…?"

                        "Just tell me."

                        "No!"

                        "Around 120?"

                        "Do I look that fat?!?!"

                        "110?"

                        "Little more…"

                        "115?"

                        "Yeah."

                        "Good. Now climb on my back while I do my push-ups."

                        "Why?"

                        "I don't have my weights, and I lift 200 a day, so I might as well use you."

                        "What makes you think I'm going to let you get your way? Do I look like your lapdog?"

                        "I will make you then. Do you want to get on willingly or forcefully?"

                        "FINE. I'll get on, but just this once. And don't tell me about how other girls would just love to do this, because I'm not like other girls."

                        "I know. You're much more beautiful, smart, and sarcastic. The perfect personal assistant. No, more like the perfect woman."

            He complimented me? While I was insulting him? Wow, miracles do happen.  

                        "You're probably just saying that to get me into your knickers."

                        "Actually no, even if I did, we could never have a relationship, not that I'm looking for one anyway."

                        "Really? Do you plan on staying as a rich, handsome, eligible bachelor then? Like that Playboy guy? Ugh, he's not handsome, forget that part."

            I remembered my Playboy bunny belly-button. Don't ask, it was an impulsive spur – of – the – moment thing. By now, I was off his back and he was crouching next to me, while I showed him my belly-button. He told me something about having a life. I told him something about being a bastard.

I glanced at the clock. 9:30. By this time, I would've been discussing the meetings and those sorts of things with Draco. If I was in the office. Then I would've gotten him coffee, go to all his meetings, taking notes for him, then I would've apparated to – wait a minute. Apparate. If me and Draco could apparate out of here, we could very well be out of this mess. I jumped.

            "Draco! Apparation! We could apparate out of here!"

            "Why didn't I think of that? Come on; let's try to apparate downstairs in the living room!"

            "Good idea! On my count. 1 – 2 – 3!"

I heard our cracks. Then I heard my body being bumped against Draco's. I looked around. Shit! We were still in his room. This would only happen if a jinx was set on a location, and only then all hopes of escape would vanish.

            "We're still here."

He sounded so disappointed; I had an itchy feeling to comfort him. And instead of controlling myself, I did just that.

            "Listen, it's ok, we'll find a way to sort this out. Maybe someone in your office will notice us gone, on second thought, no, that'll ruin our reputation. They'll think about us – you know -"

Ok, so I sounded a bit pathetic, but I rubbed him on his back, poor guy, he had so many troubles to handle. Wait a minute, was I, sympathizing with Draco?

            "Yeah, I guess we better think of ways to get out of here. You know, I have a feeling someone's jinxed this house…."

            "I was thinking the same thing!"  

            "Come on, I have a book on hexes and jinxes. Maybe we can find something in there?"

So I let him lead me to his desk but it wasn't like I hadn't seen it before. After all, being his personal assistant, I made a lot of trips to his room. He was pulling two books out – Just Jinxing! and Heather's Hexing. He handed me the first and he sat on his chair, I on his desk. We were ferociously flipping through the pages; a glimmer of hope was in them. I kept flipping till a passage with a picture of a door caught my eye – I read the passage –

A more complex jinx that can produce high results in jinxing one's house is called the Feriara jinx. It is of such complexity, some think of it as a spell rather than a common jinx. This jinx temporarily closes any door that has been closed by the house residents, leaving them trapped inside, or unable to open the door from the outside. Many use this jinx as an easier way to stall a process, luring someone into the room, trapping them, for reasons of their own. Some use it for revenge. This jinx's complexity is also referred to its power, because no other spell can open the door – only the counter jinx can open it, to see the wand demonstration for the counter jinx, refer to page 49. Using this counter jinx, one can find out the identity of the jinxer, if it is unknown. The after effects Blah Blah Blah…

This was the key!!! This would let me and Draco out! I could get to eat food!

            "Oh my God! I found it Draco! Look, look at it!"

I grinned at him and he grinned back, mumbling about how smart I was and how he should've known that I would find something – the usual. Since he had his wand, he looked through the passage and memorized the wand movement for the counter jinx, waving it around madly until he finally got it, after about two seconds.

We rushed to the door, for the moment of truth, and he used the counter jinx and the lock unclicked – I was free! I jumped in the hallway, with obvious excitement and Draco looked so happy! I realized for a moment that we had yet to find out who the culprit was – but that could wait.

I hurried in my room and took a shower in my bathroom, savoring the contrast in color between his and my bathroom. Actually, it wasn't a bad experience back there …or was it?

I changed into my clothing and stepped out to see a beaming Draco, dressed in Muggle clothing just as I was. He in black pants, black muscle shirt, hair unruly (sexy, in my opinion) and shoes. I in low-rise jeans, pink tank top, with my hair in a ponytail, and sneakers. He took off from work today for both of us, he said as we walked dangerously close to each other towards our dining room.

But then I realized we didn't know who the jinxer was. I asked him for his wand, he oblivious to my intentions, went to check on the house –elves. But I tapped it with my own wand –which was in my room, unscathed –and muttered several words, which would tell me who the jinxer was.

Silver smoke came out of Draco's wand, and spelled out a name:

Seamus Finnigan

            I was shocked. Seamus, my old flame, jinxing someone's house, someone who he said had changed himself? He was going to get a visit from an old friend tomorrow. And it wasn't going to be pretty.

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That's overwith! Their not in close proximity anymore! But don't worry, more situations to come! Yeah, and Draco btw doesn't know that Seamus is behind all that – he will never know.

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