A/N: Chapter finally here! Took a bit long, I'm sorry, just have major schoolwork to be doing. ( BTW has anyone heard that song Together from the Avril Lavigne CD "Under My Skin". It's just that I love it and its stuck in my head... that's all.) And thank-you to everyone who reviewed! I love reading them all!
apolistiner: you make a very good point! Thank-you, and I agree with you - Hermione doesn't seem like the type to sit back and take orders. Thanks again!
oreo69not96: I know what you mean about the cliffhangers but I am evillll... evillll I say. lol
lillykk: Thanks telling me about the dollars/galleons thing. I'll fix it up as soon as possible!
Lily Bell: Thank-you so much! Ron and Harry haven't been involved much because they're at Hogwarts but they will now since Hermione and Draco are off to Hogwarts again!

Disclaimers: I have forgotten the Disclaimers (yet again) so this goes for all my chapters. All. I own nothing to do with Harry Potter. JK Rowling does. Nothing, I repeat. If I could convince JKR to sell Draco to me... haha, now that would b another story. Okay, enough.

Narcissa marched Hermione inside to where Lucius and Draco were talking.

When seeing them enter, Draco sent Hermione a clear I-told-you-so look.

'Look at her!' Narcissa screeched. 'She was going out to visit her father when I specifically told her not to!' she took three deep, heavy breaths.

Lucius stared at her. His expression went from what-the-fuck-is-going-on to, oh-I-get-it-now in mere seconds. 'Okay, so she went out when you told her not to... what shall we do?'

Narcissa did her unique goggling eyeball thing.

'Punish her!!'

'Okay...' said Lucius. 'So... well, what are you going to do to her?'

This stumped her. She cocked her head to one side. 'I dunno. But I'll think of something. I'll get Snape to carry it out for me when I think it up.'

Hermione shuddered. Whatever the punishment was, it was bound to be made ten times worse with Snape carrying it out.

Hermione assumed she was sick, because there was no other way to explain the strangeness. Twice, twice she had caught herself staring hungrily at Malfoy's body and once he had caught her and smirked, while she blushed furiously. And twice, twice now, she'd had the bizarre urge to reach up and snog him senseless. And twice, twice she had accidentally flirted with him. Accidentally.

And one time, Draco sensed her mood and started kissing her.

In front of his parents. His parents.

He hadn't realized they were there, of course, but when he did, he dropped her like a hot potato, and Hermione was only too happy to scurry off to her room (she was so embarrassed) to pack, for she and Draco were returning to school that afternoon. And she was almost done – just a few bits and bobs left. She paused a moment to wonder briefly what had happened to Ginny the day she had gotten drunk and made out with the bartender. She reddened at the thought and made a mental note to ask her. She couldn't wait to see Harry and Ron again -

Just then, the door swung cleanly open and Draco strutted in, leaning casually against the wall.

'Have you finished?'

'Almost,' she answered, trying to sound carefree.

He checked his wizard watch. 'Well, I'm leaving in fifteen minutes and if you're not ready I'm leaving without you.'

Hermione choked back a sharp retort, took a deep breath and resumed packing.

Draco watched her the whole time, until she'd got the last thing and slammed her suitcase shut. 'Ready now?'

'Almost,' she snapped, grabbing a hairbrush off the dresser and quickly brushing out some knots.

With a groan of exasperation, Draco yanked the brush from her fingers, and pulled her out of the room.

'Hey!' she protested.

'You look fine,' he replied. 'The only one you should be impressing now is me, and I think you look fine. So drop it.' And he ignored the steady and uninterrupted stream of protests and insults until they got outside.

'Why are we waiting?'

'I ordered a car,' he said, and seeing her confused face explained. 'Muggles are smarter than you'd think. We must take precautions.'

'So you admit they're smart?' Hermione said sweetly, a small smile on her face.

Draco clenched his teeth. 'In some ways, yes.'

Hermione gave a triumphant laugh before the limousine (he had only said a car! Ha!) arrived and she was shoved roughly inside.

Grumpily buckling her seatbelt, she looked disapprovingly at Draco when he didn't. 'Aren't you going to do up your seatbelt?'

'No,' he sent her a disparaging look. 'It's completely safe, Hermione.'

'Do up your seatbelt!' she hissed, determined to make him do it, due to strong upbringing from her parents and the fact that her cousin had almost been killed from a car crash and hadn't done up her seatbelt. Too bad that particular cousin didn't happen to be Amber, but oh well.

'How bad do you want me to do up my seatbelt?' he purred into her ear, scooting next to her.

Shifting awkwardly, Hermione coughed. 'Well, it'll be your funeral.' She snickered. 'Not that I'll be attending.' Her triumphant feeling was short-lived however, when she heard the familiar click of the seatbelt and felt the strap sliding past her shoulder.

'Malfoy!' she hissed. 'Do it back up now!' she couldn't do it herself, because his hand covered the seatbelt holder (A/N: What do they call that bit, anyway? Sorry, hope you get what I'm talking about, I don't know the name).

'Ha, not so clever now, are we?' he chuckled to himself.

The car speeded over a particular wild bump and Hermione's heart almost skipped a beat; she thought that they had crashed.

'J-Just do it up again,' she trembled. 'Please,' she added, as an afterthought.

Draco pretended to consider. 'Well...'

Hermione guessed what he wanted. 'What do you want me to do?'

Judging by the sparkle in his eyes which made her uneasy, she had guessed correctly.

'Just a little kiss,' he said innocently. 'Since Mother and Father, er, disrupted the last one.'

She sucked in her breath. Her mind was hurting from the lust that was accompanied by the warnings that told her to slap him and that he was dangerous and the decisions she'd had to make in the past two weeks were driving her insane. Stalling for time, she picked up a stray brochure on the floor. 'Um. Uh. D-Do you like pizza?'

His eyes narrowed and she knew at once she shouldn't have done it and that he was going to do something big.

Draco Malfoy had never been rejected by a girl before. Never. That is, until Hermione came along. And, painfully ironically, she was the one girl he had fallen for the most. He loved the way her bushy, shining hair fell across her face and glistened in the sunlight, the way her eyes sparkled when she saw something she loved, the way they grew wide and darted around when she felt claustrophobic and he especially loved how she felt so vulnerable and wasn't used to it – it was clear to him that she wanted him yet resisted this with all her might.

If he had liked her less, he would have dismissed her and moved on. She was, after all, still the same old Mudblood in his eyes. The one who was best friend's with his arch-nemesis. (Now, that did not score any points in his good books). Unfortunately, this was Hermione Granger – er, sorry, Hermione Malfoy (fuck, that sounded so wrong) – and he happened to like her a lot more than most girls. Something he hated, yet came to terms with. That's why he kept after her – he half wanted her to resist, so he could savor that rare feeling of triumph that washed over him once he had made her snap. It was even sweeter than.

He took the brochure from her and cupped her face in his palms, turning her face to his. Their noses were almost touching, and it was driving him mad, cause he wanted to kiss her right there and then. But he had to tantalize her a little bit. He watched contently as her eyes went wide with alarm.

'I don't know what pizza is,' he whispered huskily, slowly pulling her into his lap. She didn't resist – her wide eyes didn't once leave his.

'D-Draco – 'she choked out.

He chuckled softly to himself, loving how she couldn't resist him, yet tried. 'Yes?'

'I – I – '

He could almost see the battle of her mind in her big cinnamon eyes. Her eyes were entrancing – if he had his way, he would pop them out and preserve them in a little glass jar so he could stare into them forever.

'What?' his hand slid up her thigh, while the other gripped her waist.

He saw her break, the rationality vanish, and two seconds later she was all over him, her tongue battling his own.

What seemed like minutes later, the door swung open and the chauffeur announced proudly that they had arrived.

Blushing an interesting shade of beet red, Hermione scrambled off Draco as fast as she could (the chauffeur politely raised an eyebrow). As for Draco, he was bewildered – they were there already? It only had only felt like minutes. Shrugging, he stepped out, greeting by the sparkling red train that was the Hogwarts Express.

A/N: Well, there it is. Please review!