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Chapter 8: Live and Learn

Listen up guys, don't you ever piss a chick off! I am living proof that they aren't wimps. Well, not me exactly; but the marks on my cheeks are. A nice red handprint on each side. One long and elegant, the other small, almost childish.

Several Hours Earlier

"Draco dear, show Hermione off, she's looking radiant tonight!" Radiant my ass.

"Yes mother." I mumbled under my breath, hoping she didn't hear the disgust.

"Miss Granger!" Is it torture Draco night or something? Jeez… A guy needs a break sometimes.

"Hello Minister," the girl next to me said sickeningly sweet, "How are you this is beautiful evening?" If she lays it on any thicker, he'll be covered in molasses.

"Wonderful, wonderful. I see you're with your new beau. Let me tell you now, when I saw the paper the other morning, I about died." So why didn't you? Would have done us all good.

"Why is that Minister? Are you not well?" They really say she's smart?

"Peachy, it was the article that got to me. Never did I think you would date Draco Malfoy. He doesn't seem like your type."

I could feel the heat radiating off Granger. The Minister may not know it, but he over stepped his boundary. I've only been forced to hang around her a little while, and already I know that nobody judges Hermione Granger. The out come is worse than a lifetime sentence in Azkaban. Even for me it was horrible. Why you ask? Because she took it out on me.

Back to Present Time

You might think that it's all good and dandy. You also might think she told the Minister off, said a few choice words and was over it. Well think again my mere muggle friends. She kissed me. She freaking kissed me. Do you have any idea how raw my lips are? I believe I used every bloody spell in the book she gave me last week. She kissed me! How appalling is that? I've been tainted, well not really, but still! She kissed me, am I supposed to be happy with that? No? That's what I thought, apparently, my mother didn't think so.

Back to Pissed Off Granger

"Gra—Hermione, what are you doing?" I tried to act embarrassed that my girlfriend was kissing me in public. You know the look; usually it's mostly girls who are doing it, like when they don't want to be kissed in front of their parents. You get the, 'Sta-op!… my parents are right there' speech to go with it. Apparently, I don't pull that look off very well.

"Miss Granger, you might want to stop, you are attracting a crowd, and I don't think you want to ruin your image, do you?" Damn you! Go ahead, make her angrier, now not only is she going to ruin her image, she is going to take me down with her!

Since I'm going out, I might as well do it in style. I grabbed Granger's arse and squeezed it getting a squeal out of her, making everyone around us stop what they were doing if they hadn't already and look at us. I felt her hands snake around my neck trying to cover her bluff, I think… Doesn't matter, cause I was liking it, so I put my arms around her waist pulling her closer to me. I smiled inwardly, cause I had no quills or any long sticklike objects in my robes.

Out of nowhere, Granger whispered in a breathing break, "Thank you Draco." She said it so quietly that I think only I heard her, I had no idea what it meant, but I went with it.

"DRACO!" Oh dear Merlin… My mother has seen us…

Granger broke away from me wiping her lips with the back of her arm and blushing. I turned around to the general vicinity of where I heard my mother calling my name and saw her. A tall streak of blonde and black coming straight towards me like a flash of lightning.

"Oh Hermione! I'm so happy! You finally turned my son around. Never would he kiss a girl of muggle descent in front of hundreds of reporters and important people. Thank you so much! You've really turned my Draco around." My mother was in tears by the end of her little speech.

"Mum…" I said putting a hand on her shoulder.

"Not now Draco, I'm having a bonding moment with Hermione." At the mention of bonding, I looked over at Granger and saw her getting the air squeezed out of her and pleading for help.

"Mother."

"Draco, did you not hear me? I'm having a-"

"Mother, Hermione and I have something important to tell you." My mother assuming the obvious released her death grip on Granger.

Smiling insanely, my mother asked, "So what is it that you needed to tell me?" Her smile growing unnaturally larger with each moment that passed by.

"We would like to tell you in the hall." No two seconds after I said that, the ballroom erupted into loud whispers. I think my father is about to faint.

When we got out into the hall, my mother practically attacked us with questions.

"Are you pregnant Hermione? Draco you pig! You'll be taking full responsibility!" I shook my head at her and watched Granger's face of complete disgust.

She furrowed her brows in thought, "Hmm, well no, I suppose you aren't pregnant, you are much more responsible than my Draco here, and have a lot more dignity. Hmm… No! That's impossible!" Her eyes opened in shock.

"What Mrs. Malfoy?" My mum being the mother she is, pulled Granger into another huge, suffocating hug.

"I'm so happy! My little boy has a future with someone absolutely amazing." Now I wasn't really paying much attention until she said that. I was completely offended! I have a future without Granger in it!

"Mum, what the devil are you talking about?" She let go of Hermione to look at me properly.

"I'm talking about your engagement, of course." Whoa! Hold the owls! Who the fuck said we were getting married?

"Mum, we aren't-"

"Oh Rita! Have you heard my son's great news?" My mother turned around and asked the reporter right behind us. It looks as if she followed us out into the hall to try to get some goods on us. Since she could no longer turn into her animagus form of a nasty little beetle, she wasn't as discreet as she used to be, not that I mind a bit. I could never tell her animagus form from a normal beetle. For the past three years I've been watching my back, feet, clothing, and hair for bugs, until Granger told me about Rita when she found me searching everything before I would talk to her… Now that I know, I don't quite feel as paranoid as I used to be.

"No, no I haven't, but do tell me about it." She looked at my mother greedily. Within four seconds, the woman had her quick quill out, interviewing my mother…

Back to Present Time

Now, I bet y you're all wondering what is taking so long for me to get to my point. Well let me explain, I stopped my story here because you need to know that I am absolutely not marrying Granger, the thought repulses me. The only reason we said there was something important, was to get her to release her death grip on Granger. Also, to get away from all those reporters. Most unfortunately, that plan blew up in our faces badly. We will be healing from the blast for another thirty years. Now, back to the story.

A Very Happy Rita

Rita much to my horror ended up with over ten meters of parchment form just my mother's interview. She wanted to interview Granger, but my father stepped in and wouldn't allow it. Thank Merlin. What I didn't realize however, was that Rita persuaded him into an interview. How in the world she accomplished that, is beyond me.

"So, the question we all have on our minds. Mr. Malfoy, how in the world did you get out of Azkaban?" Hah, would love to see the old man get himself out of that one.

My father, being the man he is, gave such an Oprah talk show answer that I was amazed. "Now that is a good question Rita. The new guards of Azkaban felt that I was behaving quite well," What kind of bullock is that! When I went to see him, he was going off the walls screaming how he was going to tell his father about everything that the guards were doing to him and that they would loose their jobs. (Apple doesn't fall far from the tree, eh?) "So, they held a meeting and agreed that I should be let out on good behavior."

"Really?" Rita leaned in, incredibly fascinated. "They didn't even consider your previous background?" She just over stepped her boundary. It must be something in the punch, everyone seems to be doing it right now.

Back to Present Time

I don't quite remember the outcome because of what my mother and I were discussing. Nevertheless, we are getting much, much closer to why I believe men should never insult chicks. I would tell you why, but you ought to see for yourself. A hint? You ask for a hint? It would be quite nice of me to give you a hint, wouldn't it? Too bad I'm not nice huh?

Back to I Don't Really Know How Long Ago it Was Anymore!

"Mother, may I see you somewhere private, where nobody will hear us." I asked my mom grabbing her arm and pulling her along with me, not giving her a choice really.

"Alright, but you don't need to be so awful about it! Just… let me grab Hermione, she should know where we are going." Is there a conspiracy against me or something? Jeez!

"No, mother we don't have time"

She smacked me over the head and said something along the lines of you always have time for a lady. Since when she started believing that Granger is a lady, I'm not sure. Maybe it's the way she looks tonight; my mother did choose the outfit she is wearing. I told her about the horrendous clothing taste Granger has and she did a bunch of shopping, the girl now has enough clothes to last her until graduation. Well, by my standards she does, in Granger's exact words she had "Enough clothes to last me until I die." But we all don't believe that, right? That's right.

My mother finally reached Granger, on the other side of the room. I want to know how she got over that far, she just left us a few minutes ago… No, wait she didn't. I forgot she left about twenty minutes into Rita's interview of my mother. She was over talking to… Mr. Weasley? The Weasel's father? Why would she want to talk to him? I guess we will find out, mother is interrupting their conversation now.

"Mr. Weasley! How lovely to see you again! How long has it been? I daresay at least three years. The Quidditch Championship right? Top Box? Yes, yes I thought so." He just kind of nodded his head; it looks like he's had experience with women like my mother, who talk incessantly. After going on about how she just loves how Granger and I got together and what a great influence she will be on me and how she hopes the Boy Wonder and Weasel will grow to like me just as much as they seem to like Granger, she seemed to get to her point of interrupting them. "Now Charles is it?"

"No, it's-"

"The real reason I came over was to steal Hermione away for a bit. I do hope you don't mind much." The look on Mr. Weasley's face was great, obviously neither George or Ron told him what was going on. It's too bad Granger interrupted my fun.

"Mister Weasley, I will explain everything to you when I get the chance. I thought George may have told you already, but he obviously kept his promise to me. You raised a great young man. However I do need to go. Tell everyone I said hi, tell Mrs. Weasley that anything she hears about Harry and I is not true, and that I would love to still get some fudge from her… and… and…" She looked down almost unable to say whatever it is she wanted to say, "Tell George I do still love him and miss him. Also, wish him luck on the new line of jokes he is launching this week."

Mr. Weasley smiled kindly almost like he understood the pain she was going through, "Of course Hermione, but it looks like you have a family of Malfoys waiting for you, best not keep them waiting." He smiled warmly at my mother and I, the first person to do so all night. Kind of strange really, the one and only pureblood family I look down upon and mock, still has enough dignity to look at me with respect. I almost respect him for that, almost. His freak son George has to go and ruin it by still having Granger's complete attention.

"Yes Hermione, don't keep us waiting. I've got plans." She shot me a look of disgust but covered it up quickly with glee when she saw my mother slap me across the face.

"Draco Malfoy! Don't you dare speak to her like that! If I ever hear you talk to her again with that tone of voice I will personally take away every bit of inheritance money you will get and give it to muggle charities!" -Gulp- T-th-that would be… horrible, awful, degrading, unfair, doesn't she love me?

"Mother, you wouldn't?" Oh mommy…

"You can bet your life that I will." Oh someone fuck me!

"Fine, fine, you won't ever hear me talk to her like that again." But when we get back to Hogwarts, it's a totally different game.

We finally made it out into the hallway, and I could finally talk to my mother without interruptions.

"So, what is it that you needed to tell me dear?"

"The mudblood and I are absolutely not getting married." That was it, she blew a fuse, head gasket, and… many other things.

"And Why The Hell NOT?" She was pacing furiously back and forth. Granger and I just stared at her, watching her move from one side of the hall to the other.

"Because… we aren't. It's wrong, immoral, and… everything else bad!" I don't think that made her very happy, but oh well.

"Hermione, tell me, do you find it wrong and immoral?" She turned on Granger, and all she could do was whimper in fear. My mother was going crazy, her hair became disheved and her eyes seemed to look red to me.

"Well, yes ma'am I do… Malfoy and I just were not made for each other, he thinks I'm a low life mudblood Gryffindor."

"Well you are!"

SMACK!

Back to Present Time

Well there you go folks, the first of two smacks have gotten me, now I believe you ought to stick around and wait for the second one. Wait, you are going too? Sadistic bastards.

Right After I Got Smacked

"OUCH! What in bloody hell was that for? I didn't deserve that at all."

"Yes Draco Malfoy you did, didn't I tell you not to talk about her like that?" …so…?

"Mrs. Malfoy it's alright, I would rather him call me mudblood than Hermione. It's so much less personal. Besides, he does it all the time in school, it's weird when he calls me by my given name."

"He does what!" My mother turned around to look at me again, "How dare you call her mudblood, after everything she's done for you! I would smack you again, but I think I'm going to give Hermione the pleasure of doing it."

"No, no, Mrs. Malfoy, I couldn't do that. I don't like hitting, I think it's wrong." Ahhh! You don't tell my mother no! What in the world is bloody wrong with you?

"You either do it or I tell Headmaster Dumbledore that you cheated on your O.W.L.S in the fifth year." That scared Granger out of her bloody wits. She moved right in front of me and raised her hand while mouthing what looked to me like 'sorry'. She gave me a very pained look and with all her might smacked me.

"Owe! Granger, what did you need to hit that hard for? She wouldn't have cared if you lightly tapped me on the cheek!" I don't think I need to tell you, how much it hurt. My mother didn't even smack me that hard.

Back to Present Time

"Draco, you know I didn't mean to hit you that hard, right?" Don't even start with me Granger… "Don't give me that look, you know I had no choice!" You had a choice, you just chose the wrong one!

"Yah, right. Just leave me alone."

"I-I can't Draco." Draco and can't? What the hell…

"What do you mean you can't and why did you use my name? I know I let it slip a lot and let you get away with calling me Malfoy, but never do I want you to use my real name."

"Because Draco," She got moved from the spot she was kneeling on and started crawling towards me seductively. When she finally reached me she moved her hands up my legs with her body following until she had herself placed between my legs.

"I…" She started crawling up my body, her lips coming near my neck, nibbling on my ear, "Love…"

She didn't just say that, did she? Oh Holy Hannah, she is now trailing her fingers across my neck and down my Adams apple to the hollow of my throat, once she reached the first button on my silk shirt, she unbuttoned it, kissing down my chest seductively.

"You…" She had unbuttoned my shirt entirely and was now focusing on my clearly shaped and defined abs. Kissing them and licking, even a bit of biting.

"G-granger, don't you think we should… umm… yah know, talk about this?" She looked straight into my eyes, and within a second, she ripped my pants open and forcing the zipper down.

"Why Draco, afraid of a bit of action? Afraid you might like what a mudblood can do?" She was forcing my pants down my body, me, being the hormonal driven male that I am helped her. But she slapped my hand back.

"No Draco, I want to do this all by myself." Fine by me…

Her short nimble digits were fingering the hole in my boxers, unbuttoning the button. She was bringing her mouth down near Him, He was almost twitching in anticipation.

She abruptly stood up and started walking away.

"What the fuck Granger, why did you do that? Don't you love me?"

She turned around quickly and smirked the smirk I know all to well, it was my smirk, and said, "April Fools, Malfoy, April Fools."

I looked over to the calendar and saw that it was March 31, what was she talking about? But then I looked over at the clock and saw that it was currently 12:07 AM, it was April 1st.

AHH! Sorry it took me soooo unbelieveably long guys! I planned on writing this fic on the way to North Carolina and back while I was on February break, but alas I had no muse, I hated being broken up with my boyfriend, life totally sucked for me, I just plain wasn't in the mood. And then I got back home and I got my laptop! So then, I of course didn't think I had the time cause I was too busy playing on my laptop, and then OVA came up, Olympics of the Visual Arts, what it is basically is schools from ALL over New York State competing against one another in art type stuff, I was in Fashion Design, and we got second place, we didn't even think we were goinng to place... we were competing agianst 17 other high schools, but 27 schools had entered! But anywho! Now school has piled up unbelieveably, I had break over Good Friday and Easter, but my teachers felt that since we were having a 4 day weekend, we could handle all of the work, wrongo! I had no time, between working stuff out with my ex, working on the ball gown for OVA (was supposed to be made out of paper) and then going to my mom's Easter dinner, and then back to my dads, I had no time, and then I missed Tuesday for the actual OVA competition, and last night as I was finishing this up, I was told my grandmother is in the hospital, and they can't figure out what is wrong with her so they are transfering her to another hospital... ANYWHO!

Onto the personal thank yous to my loooovely reviewers!

JadeCowan2: I'm so sorry you were confused! I thought it was easier to tell them apart... but I guess not! I'm so sorry!

Black Rose Black Heart: Holy crow, I believe I've confused every one of my reviewers!

Alenor: Yah, I hope thhey are published also! Oh wait.. what am I saying? I can control the story...

Jesska-14: Yes he can be an ass! But I wouldn't have him any other way :)

Lucifer's Lair: I'm glad you liked it.

CrystalMidnightRose: I loved that poem, it was so sweet. My ex and I have worked stuff out, and we are like, best friends now. Always talking and stuff, but now it's hard... cause how do you get over someone you see and end up loving more each time you see them? Anyhow, I'm sorry I confused you! Everyone seems confused!

SugarnSpice522: Yah, the mall was fun...

MagicalWishes25: Sorry I didn't get anything about Blaise in this chapter, but I think I'm gonna add him to the Epilogue! I also hope you don't mind me telling everyone to read your story...

Fiona McKinnon: Yah, Malfoy can be a prat and Skyler is an awesome name too! I've got a cousin with that name...

Applola Snipp: I'm so glad you liked it! I hope you keep reading:)