Hey!!! Parka here and I have finally added another chapter to this story. I got a genius idea and made this story go in a completely new direction!!! (Notice the new summary and author's name) I had TONS of fun writing this chapter so I hope you enjoy reading it! Lots of good Malfoy-Hermione drama, and we could all use more of that!

Chapter 4 : Motor Mouth

Draco's knuckles were white from gripping onto the armrest. Truthfully, the carriage was speeding and bouncing about like a wild bull but Malfoy wasn't about to admit he was scared, especially not in front of Granger. At the moment she was sitting beside him and shivering, her eyes covered with her hands. She let out a tiny squeak but was having trouble speaking. 'Help,' she mouthed, as if anyone could here. Suddenly, Hermione began pounding her fists on the window violently, startling Draco.

"Granger!!! You lunatic, what the hell are you doing?"

Hermione's voice was coming back to her and she began to yell,

"Help! Help! Somebody, anybody, please help me!!!"

Malfoy was stunned. Granger had gone into an all out 'freak-out' mode, and he wasn't good with...emotional issues. What the HELL was he supposed to do? She was beginning to make him extremely uncomfortable with all her flailing about. He looked at her with disgust and realized she was about to cry and his eyes widened. She wouldn't.

Why. Why did this have to happen to her? Hermione might appear calm and collected but inside she was just as emotional and vulnerable as the next girl. And right now she was frightened and she didn't care who knew it! She was flying across the grounds in a carriage lead by dead-seeing thingies with DRACO MALFOY! She had every bloody right to flip out!!! Finding her voice she screamed,

"Help! Help! Somebody, anybody, please help me!!!"

Ohhh what was she going to do??? Hermione's eyes filled with tears, she had never read about anything like this in her books. She was too young to die, too many things she hadn't done, she hadn't even taken her NEWTS, plus

"I don't want to die!"

Hermione blushed, realizing she had confessed this to everything with ears in a mile radius.

"For the love of Merlin calm down Granger!" exclaimed Malfoy. "You won't die tonight...I could never be that lucky" he added. But Hermione would not be subdued, "Are you mad? Do you realize the situation we're in?! Even Houdini couldn't get himself out of this!!!" Malfoy eyed her extremely amused. He had never seen Granger this crazy before, it might just be worthwhile.

Hermione tried to swallow the lump in her throat and continued, "I haven't ever begun my life! I haven't ever broken any bones, I haven't been made head girl, I forgot to tell everyone I love them, I didn't get to turn in my Transfiguration essay!"

Everything Hermione would miss out on if she died at this moment flashed by and no matter how hard she tried, Hermione could not keep her numerous, crashing, thoughts inside.

"I've never been engaged, or gotten married, or had children...I haven't even done it yet!!!"

Draco's full attention was on Hermione now. Did she just say she hadn't done it yet?? Malfoy shook his head disbelievingly, but tuned back into Granger's words. At first they were annoying but he wasn't about to interrupt her now.

"And did you know that I had a crush on Ron in second year? I can not find a plausible reason since now I just want to bash him over the head with a book."

At this Malfoy broke into a genuine smile, Hermione continued,

"I once had a very odd sexual dream with Professor Flitwick and Trelawney!" She covered her mouth with her hands, "And there were whips involved!" Hermione's face was now seven shades of magenta but she proceeded with her torrent of words,

"Sometimes I even envy Crabbe and Goyle. I wish there wasn't so much pressure on me to do well in school. No one expects anything from those two oafs and sometimes I wish no one expected things from me either, no matter how selfish that is. I just want to act brainless, pretty, and carefree for one day and be admired; just like Pansy." Her brow furrowed in concentration, as if wondering if she should reveal the next bit of lucrative information. Her mouth insisted,

"I used study extra hard for exams and write more than required on essays just to make sure I received better marks than you Malfoy...I still do."

Draco's expression was blank; he didn't know how to respond to this new confession.

"I want to run away from home and be free from the wrath and frustration of my mother, I'm sick of all the expectations she has for me and her watchful eye. I also get weird urges to kiss Harry when Snape is near even though I don't care for Harry that way...I skinny dipped in the lake once very late at night; it was a horrid dare from Parvati in 5th year."

The next part she whispered, barely audible,

"Lupin gave me more points than I deserved on our Defense Against the Dark Arts exams and I still feel guilty about it." Hermione covered her mouth again, what was she doing confessing all these lured things to Malfoy??? And why on Earth couldn't she stop? He looked like he'd rather be anywhere but here. And who could blame him? He hadn't wanted to hear all of her deepest, darkest secrets. It was as if she was sitting there naked. In front of him. This reminded Hermione of something else-

"A boy hasn't even seen me naked yet! Not even in my underwear! Which is a shame since I got a naughty pair last Christmas from Ginny that were see through with a little Christmas tree on them...not that I'd know who to wear them in front of. D'you know that I've never been in love. No. NOOOOOOOO sir'ee. I'm not in love with the famous Harry Potter. Not even a little bit. Which is completely ridiculous I KNOW and I can't understand it and..."

Hermione's eyes welled up with tears again and they started to pour down her flushed cheeks.

"Oh poor H-Harry!! He's going to be heart broken when I die! But the love i-isn't true!!! I don't even d-d-deserve his misery!!! If only I wasn't so cowardly and had t-told him months ago that I didn't feel anything for h-h-him! But now I'm too late and will have to become a ghost and be miserable with M-Moaning Myrtle for ever!" Hermione sobbed.

The carriage swerved viciously left forcing Hermione onto Malfoy; she continued to sob into his shoulder. The carriage was bouncing madly again and Draco was extremely flustered. He couldn't deal with all this...EMOTION! (Let alone comprehend all the secrets Hermione had just divulged to him) He kept it bottled up inside while Hermione served it out raw, he was clueless as to how to handle this type of situation. He tried to "ssh" her, assuming it a semi-soothing gesture.

They hit a rather large bump and Malfoy's head smashed into the window with a crash giving him a nasty gash. Hermione gasped and Malfoy swore under his breath grabbing, his throbbing head. The pain was blinding and intense and blood was leaking out between his fingers. Then, as if by an act of God, Hermione regained her composure,

"Place your head in my lap and let me have a look Malfoy."

He scoffed, "When pigs fly Granger."

"This is ridiculous!" she exclaimed, "You're hurt and I want to help, can you not try and be civil?"

Draco scowled at her but obeyed. Her futile attempt to help was hopeless because the carriage was just too bouncy. Suddenly, Hermione smacked herself in the head, 'Eureka! Escape plan!' Why hadn't she thought of this sooner? She gingerly leaned over Malfoy and stuck her head out the now smashed window. Her eyes widened in fear. It looked like their ONLY choice was to follow through with her plan.

"Draco," said Hermione calmly but firmly to get his attention. He stared back. "Open your door and jump out."

Malfoy threw his head back and laughed but stopped immediately feeling a stab of pain in his head. "Well Granger this proves it, you're completely off your rocker. I, however, already knew this."

"Actually Malfoy," answered Hermione through gritted teeth, "We are speeding towards the Forbidden Forest and if you don't open your door and jump you will become mashed Drocatoes."

Malfoy looked out the window. She was right, 600 yards dead ahead loomed the forest. Draco sighed, the way he looked at it he was a dead man either way and his last act on Earth would not be following a mud blood's orders.

"No," he answered simply.

Hermione couldn't believe her ears, "No? NO! Is this some kind of joke Malfoy?"

"My last moments will not be spent listening to the commands of filth!" he replied menacingly.

She stared at him; shell-shocked, "You know Malfoy, sometimes I think that I've heard it all and then you come back and out do yourself. For once get off your high horse and stop being an insensitive, stupid, jerk. This has nothing to do with blood!"

But Malfoy sat there; still as stone. Hermione's blood was boiling. How could he be sooo...URGHHHH! Well enough is enough. Catching Malfoy off guard she scratched at his open wound forcing him to loose his composure and then she pushed him out of the carriage.

It happened in a flash, but Draco was sent flying through the crisp, night air and thanks to his keen reflexes he landed somewhat on his feet. About a hundred yards later Hermione took a deep breath and leaped from the carriage, landing hands and knees with a small thump on the damp grass. They both turned and watched the carriage careen into a twisted, old, oak tree with a sickening CRUNCH. Hermione lay down on the grass and drew in long, deep, calming, breaths. 'Imagine what could've happened...' No. She wouldn't let her mind wander there. Hermione picked herself up and dusted off her robes, finding Malfoy not too far off, staggering around. She soon realized he was really struggling and, remembering the wound on his forehead, dashed over to him.

Draco collapsed on the damp Hogwarts grounds. He had lost more blood then he previously thought and was feeling considerably weak. He began to see spots when Hermione appeared, out of breath, in his line of vision.

"Malfoy! Malfoy?!" she called, but he seemed to have lost his voice.

Hermione crouched down and fished out her wand, pointing it at his wound; blew sparks burst out of it sending a warming sensation through his body that reached all the way to his toes. She hadn't healed the wound as well as Madame Pomfrey but she didn't do a bad job either. Hermione stood up and looked down at him in a 'told-you-so' manner. She tried to help him up but Draco brushed her off, standing on his own.

"Okay. So you're little plan worked. I'm not about to bow down and kiss your feet or anything like that."

"What are you talking about Malfoy? I haven't said anything." She replied in mock innocence.

Then, as if remembering something, Draco's features formed into his (HOT) signature smirk, forcing the hairs on the back of Hermione's neck to stand on end.

He fixed her with a smoky, grey gaze, "Naughty panties?" Malfoy drawled, "Really Granger." He swooped past her, oozing arrogance, and made his way back to the school.

Hermione stood stiff as a board, horrified. 'What had she done?'

Man that was a LONG chapter!! But I suppose it makes up for the lack of writing in chapter 3. I hope you enjoyed it and send me loads of reviews and nice little comments so I can get another genius idea and write the next chapter. I actually have a plan about what's going to happen next but writing is an ever-changing art and 'what's good today might be crap tomorrow' or something like that...anyways I've decided to sign off from now on so

All my best

Xoxoxo

Parka