Thanks to my reviewers:

hermyandron4evr: I'm sorry if the slash squeaks you out. You'll have to wait a bit for the Het to kick in. But as they say: patience is a virtue. :)

Hermione Double: The mating season lasts for a month, so there's your answer. Perhaps it's a consolation that one chapter doesn't equal one day. ;)

Queen of Serpents: I went on vacation and I had exams, so I've been inactive for a while. And yes, your theory about Draco's sudden gay-ness is correct, as I will emphasize in chapter 5. You're getting ahead of me woman! And you'll have to wait for the yummy stuff. But I don't think you'll be bored. :) I like lots of sexual tension before the yummy stuff kicks in.

Mandabella: Thank a lot. But please, stop reading my sucky earlier works! :) I didn't really know what I was doing then, but I figure that I put too much effort in it to take it down now. Thanks for reviewing it though.

Apparateawayhplivesagain: Thanks. I think the bunny tail idea balances somewhere on the line between funny and ridiculous. I like to go for the first. :)

Edit: Shite! I just noticed that a bunch of reviews didn't make it to my mailbox. I already though the number on was larger than in my mail. Don't feel insulted that I didn't thank you, you'll get your shout-out's tomorrow. Sorry.

Chapter 4

"Hermione, can I talk to you for a second?"

"Sure Harry. What's up?" Hermione answered as she put her book down. Even though she had her own private quarters, she occasionally still liked to study in the Gryffindor common room. Just as long as there weren't many people around to bother her anyway. Privacy was great, but Hermione didn't like the thought of becoming alienated from her friends. Tonight everyone seemed to be out and about and it was just her and Harry.

"It's kind of embarrassing," Harry said in a whisper as he sat himself down in a chair next to her.

"You know you can talk to me about anything" Hermione assured him.

"You see, normally I'd talk to Ron about this sort of thing. But I don't think he'd be so open minded about this..." he trailed off.

"Is it a guy-problem?" Hermione asked.

"Sort of" Harry said.

"Just tell me. I won't tell anyone," Hermione pressed, now being quite interested. She never got to hear about any guy-problems and was fairly curious. She, Ron and Harry were still as good of friends as they were the day they defeated the mountain troll, but puberty did get in the way of certain things. Harry and Ron limited themselves to consulting each other when it came to guy-things, things they didn't feel comfortable in sharing with Hermione. She respected that, but felt a bit left out. She on the other hand wouldn't feel iffy in discussing her feminine problems with them. But it had been evident from very early on that they really didn't feel comfortable in listening to anything she had to say about that sort of thing. Hermione still vividly remembered the looks on their faces when in fourth year she had proudly announced to them that her period had finally come through. After that, they had not dared to make eye contact with her for over a week. So from then on, she had wisely ceased her attempts to male/female bounding.

"Okay" Harry said as he leaned closer to her so no one could hear him, not that anyone was around. "I need to ask you something. Have you ever... fancied a girl?"

"Me?" Hermione asked.

"Yes" Harry nodded.

"Fancied girls?"

"Yes"

"No. I mean, not really. I think some girls are pretty and/or interesting but nothing beyond that. But, you know, I'm human and have had some fantasies about certain people" she said, thinking about some daydreams she had had about Fleur Delacour during her fourth year, but you had to be both deaf and blind not to be attracted to the girl. And Hermione also had repeatedly caught herself letting her eyes wander to Lavender's chest, which had grown into quite a nice rack. But she supposed that that was more admiration than anything else.

"But I've never seriously considered dating one" Hermione continued. "I mean, I could. It wouldn't gross me out. But it would just be weird. Girls are too girly."

"Ah" Harry said, thinking about this information.

"Why?" Hermione asked.

Harry sighed.

"Do you fancy a guy?" Hermione asked.

"No!" Harry spat. "I mean, yes... I mean, no! Merlin, I don't know what I mean."

"If it's any consolation, it's normal to be confused about your sexual preferences at our age" Hermione said while patting Harry's head, which he had smacked it flat onto the table.

"Really?" he asked, raising his head again.

"Sure" Hermione said soothingly.

"But it just popped out of nowhere!" Harry said helplessly. "It's unsettling. I've never fancied blokes and now-"

"Do you still fancy girls?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah."

"And you also fancy guys?"

"Y- no."

Hermione frowned.

"I don't get it," she said.

"It's just one guy really," he admitted. "And the weird thing is, now that I think about it, I really don't fancy him."

"Now you've lost me," Hermione said.

"I don't get it either."

"Would you consider dating him?" Hermione asked.

"Ew, no!" Harry said with a sour face.

"Would you consider kissing him?"

Harry shook his head, keeping that sour expression firmly into place.

"So let me get this straight: You don't want to date the guy, you don't want to kiss the guy, you don't even like him, yet he makes you question your sexual orientation?"

"Yes" Harry answered.

"How?"

"I came in close contact with him and... rather liked it."

"You got an erection."

"Hermione!" Harry yelled in shock.

"What?" Hermione asked. "Isn't it true?"

"Well yes" Harry admitted wile a blush crept on his face. "But you shouldn't say it."

"Fine, I'll never say ERECTION again" Hermione said with a grin, trying to lighten the mood a little. It was both annoying and endearing as to how her friends still regarded her as this innocent little girl who hadn't yet discovered the existence of hormones. But she supposed that had to be expected. It had taken them until fourth year to have it sink in that she was a girl. At this rate, she would probably be menopausal when they would finally realise that she was a girl who had as much wants and needs as any other.

"How long have you been sitting on this anyway?" she asked Harry.

"Only a day" Harry said. "But it has been confusing the hell out of me. Talking to you helped though. Don't you want to throw any embarrassing girl-talk my way to even the odds?"

Hermione grinned.

"Sure" she said. "There's this nasty itch that has been bothering me for a while. I had a yeast infection a while back so I think-"

"Wow! Stop! Never mind!" Harry shrieked.

"I'm just pulling your leg, Harry" Hermione chuckled.

Suddenly wheels started turning in her head.

It has only been bothering him for one day. Therefore, it must have happened yesterday.

Close contact? The incident in the corridor.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

"It's Malfoy isn't it?" Hermione suddenly asked.

Harry's deer-caught-in-headlights facial expression answered that question quite nicely.

"Oh Harry, I don't think it's you. Something very odd has been going on with Malfoy, but I just don't know what" Hermione said as she got up and marched towards the portrait hole. "But I intend to find out."

Halfway towards the exit she halted, turned around and went back to give Harry a hug.

"Thank for having a guy-talk with me" she said as she squeezed him tightly. "And I'll always love you even if you turn out to be gay and it isn't some trick Malfoy is pulling."

"Er- thanks" Harry stuttered as Hermione ran back towards the portrait hole and out into the hallway towards the library.

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"-and Ginny Weasley scores! Another ten points to Gryffindor!" the broadcaster's voice bellowed throughout the Quidditch field.

Where was that damn Snitch?! Draco really wanted to get this over with. It was damn uncomfortable to be sitting on a broom while sporting an erection. No matter how you positioned yourself or how many times you readjusted your pants, it still was damn painful.

He just wished that that damn Potter would stop circling about on his stupid Firebolt. Hasn't anyone ever noticed the double meaning of the sentence 'riding a broomstick'? Draco now noticed and it was accompanied with graphic pictures. Why did Potter have to look so damn hot with the wind blazing through his hair? And not to mention the leather. Now he knew why all the girls liked the Quidditch uniforms so much.

Damn hormones!

And the question on when Draco's seduction powers would be activating had also been answered.

Loud and clearly.

It had taken up most of Draco's willpower to crawl out of the foetal position he had placed himself in while hiding under the sink of his bathroom.

Snape had licked his ear!

He just hoped that it really had been because of his seduction powers or that would be twice as disturbing. By itself, it was enough to send a person off his rocker and into the closed ward of St. Mungo's.

"-and Potter's got the snitch! Gryffindor wins!"

"WHAT!?" Draco shrieked as cheers erupted from the stands around him. He looked towards the other end of the field and saw Potter proudly holding the Snitch, his team mates joining him in some sort of primal victory dance.

Had Draco actually just spaced out and forgotten about the match?

Fuck!

"Malfoy! What the hell happened?" Pucey shouted as the Slytherin team touched ground.

"I-" Draco stammered.

"Did you just let them win?" Blaise asked crossly.

"No I did not let them win!" Draco shouted as he walked towards the castle, both angry at himself as at the rudeness of his teammates. He might have been at fault, but he still was a Malfoy and demanded respect.

"But you didn't even try to-" Crabbe pitched in.

"Look," Draco yelled as he twisted around and faced his peers, "I know this didn't go as planned, but I'm not going to grovel for your forgiveness. We lost... again. We'll deal... again. And-"

Draco stopped ranting and took in the looks his angry teammates were giving him. They were looking at him oddly, as if he had just grown an extra head or something.

"What?" Draco asked them warily.

"You are so hot when you're angry!" Pucey said in awe.

"I-" Draco stammered.

"Do you already have a date to the end of the year dance?" Blaise asked eagerly.

"I-"

"I've got a real life Basilisk in my trunk!" Goyle said. "Want to come up to my room and see?"

"I-"

Draco did the only thing he could come up with.

He ran.

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Draco slammed the door behind him as he entered his common room. He flinched as he turned around and came face to face with Granger, who had her arms crossed in front of her chest in a very determined way.

"Wha-? Granger what the fuck are you doing?" Draco shrieked as Hermione suddenly turned him over and pushed him against the wall face forward.

By Morgana's Bane, she was freakishly strong!

As he was trying to struggle away from her gip she bend him over and started tucking out his shirt.

Was she going to try and rape him?

Not to mention how?

Damn those fucking seduction powers!

Suddenly he heard her gasp and stop her assaults, yet still firmly keeping him in place.

"You really are a Veela!" she said breathlessly as she released him from her grip.

Draco turned around with a glare and was about to ask her how she knew, until it had sunken in.

The bunny tail.

Shit!

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End of Chapter 4