Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all the Harry Potter characters and related words/places etc. I don't (unfortunately) own anything except the storyline. Oh, and once again the song lyrics aren't mine either, but I will put a "chapter" at the end of the story saying who all the songs belong to.

A/N: Wow! Chapter 5! I'm very sorry this has taken so long, I couldn't get the chapter off my other computer cos my dad unplugged it. But I finally decided to just write a different but similar version of the other one…so here goes! Oh, and to rabid-dragons: thank you for your review, I loved it because it was so long! As to whether or not there will be any 'smut' (actually, I hate that word, it makes the genre seem dirty & degrading, so I'm going to use the term 'erotic scenes' okay?), as I was saying, as to whether there will be any erotic scenes between the two main characters we'll have to wait and see. I'm not sure how much detail I want to go into, because that stuff's really personal. So we'll see how it goes okay? Oh, and thank you to everyone else who reviewed as well - I love you!

Chapter 5

Draco stared out the window of the taxi at the cabin that was at the end of the driveway they had turned into. So much for their 'little cabin'. The 'cabin' looked more like a house, albeit a very log cabin-ish looking house, but a house nonetheless. It was made out of stones and logs and vaguely reminded him of his great-aunt's ski cabin in Switzerland. It was two storeyed, and – judging by the windows there- it even looked like there were rooms in the roof. Basically, the place was huge, even compared to his own oversized house.

I am soooooo going to get lost.

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Hermione had already dumped her suitcase in her room, had a nice refreshing shower and had lunch. Ten minutes ago her mother had told her that she and Mrs. Malfoy were walking to the nearby town, and that she was to be nice to 'that delightful young man'. Two minutes ago she had discovered that – in Hermione's absence - her mother had shown Malfoy the entertainment room. Now, normally one might wonder what was so wrong with that, seeing as it could keep him occupied all afternoon. But normally one doesn't have in one's entertainment room what Hermione's family had in theirs.

Before they had discovered that she was a witch, Elspeth and Peter Granger had held high hopes of their beautiful baby girl Hermione becoming a singer. This being the case, they had installed a state of the art karaoke system, which had come with free song updates and additions for the next umpteen years after they'd bought it. And the newest update had been quite recently.

Now the point of all this was that Elspeth Granger had shown a young, handsome, blond snob by the name of Draco Malfoy exactly how to use said karaoke machine. And the second that he'd seen Hermione enter the doorway he'd given a slight smirk, had turned and fiddled with the machine, picked up the microphone, and taken his place on the small raised platform at one end of the room, which served as a stage.

He was now singing. And surprisingly well actually, especially seeing as it would be considered a 'teeny-bopper' song and she'd never thought that he'd like that sort of music, let alone be able to sing it. But that wasn't the point. The point was what he was singing, which was pissing her off more and more by the second.

"Hey, hey baby / Ooh, uhh

I wanna know / if you'll be my girl.

Hey, hey baby / ooh, uhh

I wanna know / if you'll be my girl."

Apparently her death stares across the room from where she was leaning against the doorway weren't encouraging Malfoy to stop singing. Well in that case he can have a spoonful of his own medicine! Hermione thought as she navigated her way through various couches, tables and more appliances that her parents had believed that she needed and that they needed when they entertained. Stepping up to the machine, she scrolled through the wide selection of songs before finding the one she wanted.

"Move over ferret boy. Let someone else have a go in the spotlight for a while. Oh, and listen carefully, 'cause I'm only going to say this once."

Malfoy handed over the microphone after wincing slightly at the reminder of his stint as a small, fluffy, bouncing animal. He then settled himself on the arm of a chair to listen to Hermione.

Hermione smiled, counted the beats of the song intro, and then opened her mouth to sing on the appropriate beat.

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Granger was singing. And she was good too – really good. He wasn't really listening to her at the moment – well…not to the actual words of the song anyway. He probably should. But just listening to her voice was enough to send his systems haywire. What's wrong with me? Was I really just having erotic thoughts about Miss-Know-It-All Mudblood? Am I going crazy?

Just then Granger started in on what sounded like the chorus of the song, and the words caught his ears.

	"Don't think that I'm not strong
	I'm the one to take you on
	Don't underestimate me boy I'll make you sorry you were born
	You don't know me the way you really should
	You're sure misunderstood
	Don't call me baby
	You got some nerve and baby that'll never do
	You know I don't belong to you
	It's time you knew I'm not your baby
	I belong to me

So don't call me baby."

I've got nerve????? Who does she think she is talking to me like that? Stupid Gryffindor. Thinks she's soooooo good. Huh.

Draco stalked over to the karaoke machine and switched it off mid-song, and then turned to face Hermione. She smiled innocently at him, as if she'd known nothing about the meaning behind the words she'd been singing. "Ohh, didn't poor Drakie-baby like my little song?"

"Hell no. You knew exactly what you were saying by singing that song at me, and I'm beginning to see it as a challenge."

"A challenge, Malfoy? You couldn't make me want to belong to you in a month, no a year, of Sundays. As for letting you call me baby, well honey, I'm sorry but it ain't ever going to happen."

"Now that is definitely a challenge if ever I heard one. And you're on Granger. By the end of this little holiday I bet you won't know which way's up you'll want to belong to me so much."

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"A bet. How cute. Okay, I accept. Just be careful about telling people about this little bet Malfoy, because you wouldn't want to go back to Hogwarts as Head Boy with everyone knowing that you lost a bet with a Gryffindor." Hermione smiled sweetly, and sashayed smugly out of the room, confident in the knowledge that she'd never let Malfoy get within a metre of her unless she was slapping him once again.

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Draco's eyes narrowed. So much for softening her up. But a bet…well he never could resist a challenge. Watch out Hermione…this bet is going to entail us getting mighty close. I hope you can handle the heat.

As he watched the gentle sway of Hermione's hips as she walked away, the thought crossed his mind that he could be getting himself into trouble – considering the sparks that flew every time they touched and everything – but he ignored it.

He was famous for his control. And, after all, this was only a silly Gryffindor they were talking about. And not only a Gryffindor, but Granger, for goodness' sake. He'd never lost control in his life and he didn't plan to start now.

A/N: Phew! I haven't written in ages, so that was a bit exhausting, but if you're all good and send me reviews (good ones that is!) then I'll put the next chapter up really soon.