Yes! Yay for me! I have internet back finally! And I'm all ready to go on this story! XD Isn't it amusing how Hermione's dream involved sex, yet Draco's dream involves only emotions? (Well slightly, he's a dirty boy) XD Read and review my lovlies!

Her brown eyes filled with unshed tears, and he could see she was trying to hide them from him. She turned her head away.

"Please, Draco. I need you. I need you to protect me."

He stared at her.

Those words. He had never heard those words before. Never had any woman uttered them to him. Never had anyone told them they needed him.

He turned her face toward him and wiped her tears away with his sleeve.

"I..."

She avoided his gaze.

"I know you're in love with Pansy. I know she's expecting your child. I just... I can't help myself around you."

And then she was in his arms, sobbing into his shirt. The strange thing was that it didn't bother him one bit. If anything, he liked this feeling.

She was his, and he was hers.

"I love you Draco. Please don't leave me here alone tonight. Please... stay... make love to me."

"...make love to me..."

...make love to me

"Make love to you? Over my dead body, Malfoy."

Hermione sighed for the millionth time that morning. Wasn't it her luck that a muggle had found him and banged on the door, saying that this handsome man must belong to her? Wasn't it just worse that the muggle, (an old senior woman from downstairs) had pointed out how much more handsome this boyfriend was then the last one? Wasn't it just bloody icing on the cake that the whole time they were moving him into her flat that he kept uttering the words, "Make love to me." ? On top of it all, she had had to think of a legitimate excuse for why her "boyfriend" was out in the street in the early hours of the morning. She couldn't say he didn't belong to her because she'd be branded off her rocker to leave an ex-Death-Eater and probably You-Know-Who's heir out amongst innocents.

So, in the end, they put him on the couch and the neighbor went off satisfied that "Ms. Granger's boyfriend had had a small drinking spell and fell asleep while getting the mail."

Right.

She yawned. Did she dare go to bed with him on the couch?

She didn't get to answer her question, because an own tapped at the window.

She let it in and untied the unfamilar bird, and untied the parchment around it's leg.

BLOODY HELL!

"Dear Ms. Granger, it has come to my attention from very reliable sources, that at this very moment the well known playboy Draco Malfoy is in your flat. I commend you on your part in helping defeat He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and with your credidentials and Mr. Malfoy's, I believe you will make an amazing super-couple. Witch Weekly requests an interview with you and your new love. We will touch down on past relationsips, and everything else. I have already mailed Mr. Krum and Ms. Parkinson for their opinions on this matter. Hope to hear from you soon, Wanda Cleansweep, Editor in Chief of Witch Weekly Magazine."

She choked, and almost fainted when she head a voice demand what she was reading from behind her.