A/N: Something's wrong, some times the spacing in my stories is messed up, like the last chapter in the beginning paragraph. I'm doing everything right, and saving it as a website and everything. And also, when I make those lines across the paper to separate stuff it doesn't work! What's wrong?? Send your e-mails to Serpentotheelves@yahoo.com

My fic Letters to Draco got taken off!! *sob* Damn losers at fanfiction.net. Heh heh! Just kidding. I love you guys. (…)

If you like comedy and cross-dressing, check out my new fic!

This chapter goes out to Brant; the dirty-est of us all!

PS: Everyone thank Bobbin, cuz she got this chapter out a lot faster! (Sucking up makes be write faster)

Disclaimer: Woo! I almost forgot this! Anyway, I do not own Potter. I do not own Draco. I do not own Narcissia. I DO, however, own the Shian Dhu, Master Vibes, and a pencil with a bunny-shaped eraser.

Hermione waited while Narcissia carefully studied her half-finished dress. Narcissia smiled and handed it back to her. "It will do for now," she said. "This has been very much fun. We'll need to do it again!"
Hermione summoned a weak smile and gratefully put her sewing materials away. She went for the library to finish her Ancient Ruins homework.
She hesitated at the door way when she saw Draco sitting at a chair reading a large book called Shian Dhu.

Hermione froze when he looked up at her. Hermione uneasly sat down, although she was pleased to see him. "Oh, it's you," she said, as though she found something unpleasant in her shirt. Draco laughed softly.
"So you survived the sewing match of doom," Draco said, smiling kindly.
Hermione smiled. "Yeah. I nearly got my thumb sewn up, though. I poked it to death."

Draco looked concerned. "Really? Let me see," he said, standing up.
Hermione smiled nervously. "No, that's okay," she said a little too quickly. "I'm okay." Draco continued to walk towards her. He picked up her hand and examined it carefully. Hermione squirmed uncomfortably. His hand was cold and strong. Hers was getting all sweaty.
Draco took out his wand and held it to her hand. "Admencus," he muttered. The cuts on Hermione's hand slowly began to fade away. Hermione blushed and took back her hand. "Thank you, but I could have done it myself," she stammered irritably. Draco smirked and went back to his chair.

"Whatever," he muttered.
Hermione blushed and silently pinched herself for acting like such a git. "Anyway," she continued, causing Draco to look up from his book, "how can you use magic? You're under-age."
Draco smiled sarcastically. "Now Granger, I thought you were smarter than that!" he mocked. "Haven't you spent enough time with the Malfoys to realize that we play dirty*? We got the Ministry to take us off that chart thing that they use. I have been using magic since I was all but three!"

Hermione squirmed again. She needed to start using her head! She carefully looked at her hands, trying to think of something witty and clever that would make Draco think that she wasn't an idiot. Hermione looked around the immaculate library, full of books on every subject you could imagine. On the lower spine of each book was the Malfoy crest; a silver snake intertwining a gold 'M.'

Draco seemed to notice what she was looking at. "Your dream, huh?" he said.

"What?" Hermione said nervously.

Draco smiled. "All those books."

Hermione smiled. "Oh, yeah," she stammered. She was being such an idiot! Losing her head over a boy! But a cute boy. A nice boy. A man. Hermione pulled three strands out of her curly head. She needed to get her head on straight!

Hermione jumped when Narcissia walked to the doorway. "Draco," she sighed, seeming almost bored. "Master Vibes is here."

Draco looked happier then he had in a while. "Finally!" he said, carelessly tossing his book onto his chair.

Narcissia looked at Hermione. "You may join Draco if you wish. He will be in the eastern side of the manor," she said.
Hermione shook her head and smiled. "Maybe later," she told her. "I have to finish my Ancient Ruins homework."
Draco looked a bit disappointed. "It's your funeral," he muttered, and swept from the room.
When both Narcissia and Draco had gone, Hermione picked up the book from where Draco had strewn it. As she flipped through it, she sat down on his chair. From what Hermione could gather, it seemed to be about a seventeen year old person who goes out to destroy an evil force that the people call the Shain Dhu, the Black Hill. Hermione read from the beginning, and not before long she was sucked into the spinning plot. After what seemed like hours, Hermione read the last page and sat it down.

"Why would Draco be reading this?" she muttered to herself. The book had been dark, painful, and depressing, the only thing that Hermione had ever read that made her cry out loud. Hermione certainly did feel a lot worse then when she started. To make her feel better, she decided to go down to Draco after all. She followed Fenny (who was too happy to oblige) to where Narcissia had told her.
As she walked down the stairs, she could just barely see Draco's head. She walked towards him, smiling. He saw her and grinned smugly.

"Missed me too much, eh?" he crowed. His look of smugness quickly faded, however, as a sword flung by a large man ran through his chest.

***

Hermione ran down to where Draco was lying.

"Draco!" she wailed. "Are you okay!?" She began stroking his head.

Draco fought back a smile. The stupid git. "Mione, I'm okay," he said.

Hermione hiccupped. "You're alive?" she whimpered.

Draco nodded slowly and distinctly, like he was talking to a child. "Yes, I am okay Hermione Granger."

Hermione hiccupped again. "But the sword…" she began lamely.

Draco nodded again. "Magic," he said carefully. "This is sparring. It is fake. I am not dead."

Hermione brushed away her tears. "Oh," she said shakily. "I'm so stupid!" she cried.
Draco sighed and looked up at his teacher, Master Vibes, who was giggling to himself. Draco frowned at him. Vibes never knew when to be serious. Draco awkwardly hugged Hermione's shoulders. "S'okay. I'm sorry too,"

Vibes laughed, walking to Hermione. "What a sorry group of people!" he said smiling. "I am sorry too."
Draco grinned. "Hermione, this is Master Vibes. Vibes, this is Hermione. She'll be staying at our house for a while. Hermione wiped her wet hand on her sleeve and shook Vibes's hand.

"Pleased to meet you," she muttered quietly, looking at the ground.

"Now just get a grip and you can watch me fight," Draco said, forgetting that Hermione was very upset. He felt adrenaline rushing through him.

Hermione nodded and hurried over to a bench, sniffling to herself everyone and a while.

Draco grinned rakishly at Vibes. "I am sorry you had to see me fall, Hermione," he said, not taking his eyes off of Vibes's. "You will not see me do it again."

Vibes brought up his sword. "You wish," he muttered.
With a metal clang, the swords were brought together with fury. When ever Draco made a stupid move or came close to danger, Hermione gave a little worried squeak. Draco, who found it very funny, sometimes did stupid things to provoke it. Vibes seemed to have no end to his energy. Draco started to get hungry. It was time for lunch. He wanted lunch, he needed lunch, and required lunch immediately. He needed to end this. He mentally shouted at the little cheerleaders that were jumping around in his head. Draco jumped onto a large platform, waiting for Vibes to follow. When Vibes was in mid-jump, Draco held out his sword, running through Vibes.
Draco laughed and jumped down from the platform, helping Vibes up from where he had fallen. "I beat you!" he crowed.

Vibes scowled at him, then burst out laughing. "So you did," he said. "Draco, your skills are beginning to surpass mine. You will undoubtedly become one of the greatest."
Draco eyed him skeptically. "Vibes, just because I kicked your ass at sparring doesn't mean anything. I mean, you suck!"

Vibes stared at him for a moment, and burst out laughing. "Whatever you say, Master Malfoy," he said tousling his hair. "I'll see you next week."
Vibes disappeared with a sharp crack.

Hermione ran up to Draco and helped him pick up his sparring equipment. Draco laughed hysterically.

"What?" she asked, poking him. Draco continued laughing uncontrollably. "What!?" she demanded. Draco doubled over on the ground, shaking and laughing. "What is it, you little Slytherin!!??" she shrieked. Hermione finally gave in and started laughing too.

*Remember this? Gm & Jack: Dirty dddiiiiirrrrttttyy!!!

Aww! I didn't mean to make it so short but that just seemed like such a cute ending that it needed to stop there. I mean, you can't write anything else after that! It's sacrilege!

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