A/N: Sorry for taking so long…Homework is killing me, but as soon as summer starts (which from me is next Friday! Yay!) I'm gonna update like crazy! (hehe) And everybody plz give their love to Kivaidensgirl! She's been really sick (hence the reason she hasn't updated)…I hope she gets better soon! Love ya girl!

Anyway, I noticed that other authors add a disclaimer that they don't own Harry Potter… Well, that's kinda obvious! (No offense to them.) As for those that don't know, I DON'T OWN THE CHARACTERS! I only own the plot. I just thought I would add that, and ditto for the rest of my stories whose brilliant characters were someone else's idea. I don't plan on adding this to my other stories or chapter because it obvious and redundant (again, offense to those who do say that).

And as another note. The Hotel that Emma (Hermione) is staying at is the Fergus Hotel, not the Dunbrook. That was a mistake made by me. Sorry for all those who were confused.

OK, now on with the story

Ch 6: Mixed Emotions

Emma just stared at him, wondering what to do. Should I let him in? her mind wondered, knowing what her body would have her do. She knew she wanted him, and cursed herself for it.

He just stared at her, smiling, watching the thoughts play through her head. She wants me…he mused, almost as much as I want her…

His thoughts were interrupted, however, by her response,
"Sure, come on in." Surprised at her response, he gaped at her.

"What?" he asked, for he had expected her to say no. Any sensible person would have known they were moving to fast, and would have simply said good night.

"I said, come on in." she laughed as she opened the door. He followed behind her, looking around as he entered. Books and nick-knacks were on the shelves; cloths were neatly put in drawers or hung up in the closet. He smiled, so, she's neat.

"Do you want something to drink?" she asked, turning towards him.

"No."

"Are you hungry?" she asked, trying to make conversation.

"Yes," he said, coming towards her with a seductive smile on his face. His lips soon covered hers, and her mouth opened. They just stood there, tasting each other as the kitchen lights beat down upon them. When he finally released her, she felt as if the world had tilted.

When she finally was able to catch her breath, she heard the hammering of her own heart, and wondered if he could, too. It was then that she heard him swear as his lips came back to hers. This time, the kiss was not a patient, not as gentle. No, in this kiss, there was a deep hunger, a deep passion that Emma could not even fathom.

Their lips still locked, he lifted her up and walked towards where her bed was. As he lay her down on the bed, his lips traveled from her mouth to the nape of her neck. There his mouth feasted and Emma had to fight off a moan.

Draco soon knew that just having one taste of her would never be enough. His hands soon took possession of her breasts, pushing the fabric of her dress down as his lips and tongue moved to tease the nipple. This time she did moan as her hands ran through his hair. It was not long before her lips had trailed down his chest, removing articles of clothing along the way. He noticed that her breath was ragged, and found this utterly appealing. Almost as appealing as her hands,he mused, which had begun wandering downwards. It was as her hands reached the snap of his pants, that he heard the noise.

"What the bloody 'ell was that?" he asked, starting to get up, but her hands forced him to stay.

"No, don't. Leave it alone. It's nothing." she told him, smiling as him mouth came back towards hers. Their lips had just barely bushed when it came again. This time, he got up and opened the window. There, hovering in the air was a small owl. Seeing this, Draco was shocked. Is she a witch? he wondered.

"What is it?" she asked, from on the bed.

"It's-it's an owl…" he said, thinking to himself.

Shit! Her mind screamed.

"What? Why would an owl come 'ere?" she asked, trying to sound shocked.

"I don't know…unless…"

"Unless what?" she asked, coming over towards him.

"Unless you're a witch," he said.
"A WHAT?" she asked, hoping she was convincing. Shaking his head, he sighed,

"Never mind. I should go," he turned around to face her. She knew he was right, but damn it if she didn't want him to go.

"Yeah," she said in response and watched in silence as he dressed himself.

Before leaving, he walked over to her, and kissed her hand. "I shall see you soon, my angle." And with that, he stepped out the door. She sighed, so he wasn't angry with her.

Even after he left, she stood thinking of him. It wasn't until the owl made a rude hooting noise that she came out of her own thoughts, and came back to reality.

She recognized the owl as Ron's at once. "Pig, come 'ere!' she called, and as he did, she noticed that there was a small letter attached to his feet. Hoping that Draco hadn't seen this, she grabbed the letter and read:

Dear Hermione

I haven't heard from you in a while, and I was wondering how have you been? We miss you terrible, for there is nothing to do here. Harry and I are trying to have fun, but it just doesn't seem the same without you here. Oh, well. How is your trip? I really want to know, Ireland sounds like fun. Well, Ginny is looking over my shoulder, being nosy as usual, (ow! Yeah, that earned a slap from Ginny) so I guess I better go.

Love you

Ron

P.S. Everyone else sends their love, etc.

As she finished reading the letter, Emma felt a twinge of guilt leap into her heart. What she had done, or almost done, with Draco would have been betraying Ron in every aspect. She loved Ron, or at least she thought she did, but what she felt when Draco touched her was so…different, she mused for lack of a better word.

Funny, she thought, that when she was with Draco, she had totally forgotten about Ron. As she wondered why this could possible be, when she had so dreaded leaving him for the summer, Pig hooted. She looked over at him, and noticed that he was waiting, rather impatiently, for her to send a letter back.

Just as she was about to grab for a pen, Lucky's words ran through her head, 'You can't respond to any magical form of transportation or communication.'

Damn! her mind screamed.

"Well Pig, I guess I won't be sending that letter back, after all." She told him as she stroked his feathers. She sighed, noting for the first time that day that she was tired, as she crossed to the kitchen to go and get Pig something for the return flight.

After she had sent him off, she lay down on her bed. Her mind was in the careless state where dreams and reality meet and mesh into one, glorious haze of existence. Where truths are told, and fantasies come to life. There she lay, thinking about none other than the sexy Draco Malfoy.

A/N: Sorry that this chapter is soo short. I want to put more events in other chapters, and this one was really just a reminder to Emma (Hermione) of the life she left behind.

FOR THOSE WHO HAVE NOT SEEN HP3, DO NOT READ THIS:

For those who have, I thought it was hilarious! It barely followed the book, and Christopher Columbus should be the director, but the movie was good in its own right. I wish, however, that the movie was more like the book, for that is the point of the movie. Other than the plot being screwy, the actors were HOTT! Tom Felton (Draco) was hotter than ever, and even the Weasley twins were looking' good. LoL. Well now that you have listened to me gabber on, go ahead and PLZ push that little review button! Plz!! I need reviews ppl!