A/N: HI! I arrived home from Chicago, Illinois about an hour ago so I'm back to the keyboard for you all! Well, I would LOVE to update my life for you all, a few days ago (July 10th) I was attending my FIRST concert ever, Anger Management 3! Oh, it was a PERFECT first concert! I've decided Eminem is my favorite entertainer ever…he's just a frickin genius! I am really, really, really, sad though cause it's done! I've been looking forward to it for MONTHS and it's all done…but he goes to Europe next! I would LOVE to go see him in London (if he is going there) and go see him with Tom Felton, since Tom loves Eminem too (what a coincidence since I love them both). Could you imagine? TOM AND EMINEM at the same time…oh that almost might be wayyyyy to much happiness…almost, but I'm pretty sure I could handle it lol. But I don't think I'll be able to go to Europe…to expensive since I just bought the 83 dollar concert tickets and I have college coming up AND I don't have a job…yup…I'm doing well lol…but I don't care cause I saw Eminem! And he was brilliant! Oh gosh, if any of you have gone to the Anger Management 3 concert, or plan on going, or have ever gone to an Eminem concert, tell me in a review!

HBP IN THREE DAYS! (typed this on the 12th)

ON WITH THE STORY!

Chap. 29 Malfoy versus Neitzel

Well, Draco caught the snitch and won the game for the Puddlemere United versus Pride of Portree. The locker room after was loud with cheers, even though the win was in the bag, but victories are still always exciting.

Hermione and Ginny waited for Harry and Draco outside the locker rooms, both girls welcomed their men with kisses, the men were only too grateful. The couples went their separate ways after a few minutes of chatting. Harry and Ginny went back to the Burrow for a late, hearty dinner that was made by Molly; Hermione and Draco went back to the Manor for a late celebration sexual intercourse.

-Monday Morning-

Draco woke up at 8:00, as did Hermione. Draco completely forgot he was supposed to be questioned today, Hermione also forgot…because it was erased from her memory.

'Good morning, my love.' Draco said, rolling over to his left to see Hermione just waking up.

Hermione yawned in response, but then forced out a faint, 'Good morning.'

'I've got to go to practice now, what are you going to be up to today?' Draco asked, picking his upper body up from the bed. He was now sitting and facing the sleepy Hermione.

'I don't know…' She said in a stretch, 'go job searching.'

'What?' Draco asked in complete shock. 'Why? You just quit a bad job!'

'Yes, a bad job. I would like a new one.'

Draco sighed and then smiled at her.

'You are incorrigible.' He told her.

'That's why you love me.' She smirked.

'No,' Draco began. He leaned down and slid his arm around her naked torso and planted kisses on her shoulders and back, 'I love you because you're smart (kiss), beautiful (kiss), selfless (kiss), kind (kiss), incredibly sexy (kiss),' he then placed his lips at her ear and whispered, 'and you're a brilliant shag.'

Hermione giggled at his words and turned over so she was now looking up at him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of her. She began nibbling at his neck and ears, causing his member to harden and press into her hip.

'Ohhh…' he groaned, 'baby, you gotta stop…I won't be able to go if you continue, you know that.'

She laughed seductively and bit harder on a sensitive spot on his neck, causing him to moan.

'Oh, you're bad, you know that?' He told her, 'As much as it pains me, I'm pulling away from you, but you are in for it when I come back from practice and you better be home!'

Hermione just laughed as he left her. He walked into the bathroom, in all his naked glory, not taking his eyes from her. She simply smirked at him as he backed up into the bathroom to get ready. He shook his head and mumbled something that sounded vaguely like 'fucking minx'.

Draco came out of the bathroom showered, teeth brushed, face washed, and hair gelled (and still naked), about a half-hour later. He was immediately face to face with a still-naked Hermione. Before he could utter a sound she pressed her body up against his. His lifted her legs around his waist and clumsily made his way to the bed…well, he didn't make it to the bed and he went to a dresser which was closer. He forcefully planted her on it and crawled on top of her as they both pushed bottles of perfume, cologne, and make-up off of the dresser surface.

Both were panting and moaning as they attacked each other. Draco entered Hermione's warm wetness and began thrusting into her roughly and quickly. It didn't take long for Hermione to moan his name. And after Hermione began to bite Draco's neck some more and scratch his back, it didn't take him long to moan her name, either. Hermione's hands were running through Draco's blonde gelled locks as his hands were roaming her thighs and waist.

As Draco was pushing and pulling himself out of Hermione, his head flew up and caught the neon lights of a clock in a far corner.

'Fuck!' Draco shouted.

'I am!' Hermione cried back.

Draco stopped thrusting to laugh.

'No, I mean yes, you are, but-' he panted, 'it's fucking 8:50! I'm going to be late because of you, you little temptress!'

He kissed her lips hard as he pulled out of her.

Her sweaty body lay on top of the dresser as he tossed himself down from it quickly. She leaned up on her elbows and watched him as he threw on clothes. As he was pulling on pants he looked at Hermione.

'Oh god, you look so hot laying there…hot…and sweaty…FUCK!' He quickly looked away from her to grab his shirt and then throw on his robes.

Hermione was now sitting on top of the dresser, on leg up on the dresser and bent so her elbow was resting on it...her position showed off what Draco was just inside.

'Why are you fucking tempting with me so!' He cried at her.

She simply smirked at him.

He shook his head and ran at her, firmly kissing her lips.

'I'll be back around noon, be ready…' He told her with a dangerous smirk.

She nodded.

He quickly nipped at her chest before apparating to practice.

-Locker rooms-

Harry was grabbing his broomstick, just about to walk out onto the field when we heard something crash inside a shower stall. He then heard a number of curse words.

Harry rushed over to the shower and whipped open the curtain and saw Draco lying in a heap on the tiled floor.

'Malfoy? What are you doing in the shower? You're late!'

'I know! Now, help me up, Potter!' Draco spat back.

Harry dropped his broom and took Draco's right arm with two hands. Draco was standing up in no time.

'How the fuck did you end up in the shower?' Harry asked.

'I apparated here, what's it look like?'

'Why didn't you apparate somewhere normal?'

'I wasn't concentrating that hard!'

'Well, what else was so filled in your head that you couldn't think straight? And what the bloody hell is wrong with your hair? Did you fall on your head? Did you use a portkey? It looks like you were pulled through a storm, and fast! What the bloody hell caused you to be so late! Walker has been freaking out for the last twenty minutes thinking you are pulling more "not-showing-up-to-practice" shit. What took you so long?'

Draco was about to punch Harry for asking so many questions and not leaving him alone to help him settle out his horniness from leaving Hermione too soon…so he decided to make Harry shut up and tell him exactly why he is late and why he couldn't concentrate.

'Well, Potter, I did wake up on time, but my wife, your best friend, mind you, was quite the little vixen this morning! I mean, come on, the beautiful woman is naked and decides to pull me on top of her and then she decides to bite me! Bite me, over and over again in all my sensitive areas!' Harry's face screwed up more and more with every word. 'That little lady sure knows how to keep a man in bed! But finally I dragged myself from her feminine wilds and go shower and gel my hair, yes it was gelled, but then I come out of the bathroom and that little woman is still naked! She throws herself onto me before I can even utter a word of protest, not that I was going to protest, but you get the idea, don't you, Potter? Well, she pressed her beautiful, flawless, naked body against my own, so of course I just had to throw her on top of the dresser and fuck her good and hard, she had it coming to her, I warned her earlier on the bed…anyway, that explains my…what did you call it? My hair that looks like I was "pulled through a storm"? Well, as you now know, Hermione just pulled on it while I was on top of her. And as for my tardiness, I was busy shagging my beautiful wife. And as for my abrupt appearance in the shower, I told Hermione just before I left that I was going to "punish" her when I got home, so I was thinking about this afternoon's events and not of where I was apparating. Does that answer all your questions, Potter?'

Harry was open-mouthed and his face was white.

'You are sick, Malfoy.' Harry cringed.

Draco smirked evilly and left the locker rooms. But just before he walked out of the door he called back, 'Hurry up, Potter, or you'll be late…and we don't need that.'

-After practice-

Draco, after being reprimanded by Walker for being late, left the locker room with a smile. It was time to go back to the Manor where Hermione would, hopefully, be awaiting his arrival.

Draco was walking away from the locker room so he could apparate in peace without Walker or Potter harassing him, little did he know someone else would be harassing him instead.

'Mr. Malfoy?' A voice called to him.

Draco looked forward a few feet and noticed a tall, dark haired man wearing black wire spectacles. Draco could tell he didn't want to talk to this man.

Draco ignored the man.

'Mr. Malfoy?' The man asked, a bit more sternly.

'Yeah?' Draco replied, stopping his strut.

'May I have a word?'

'Not until you tell me who you are.' Draco replied.

'My name is Nikolaus Neitzel and I work for the Ministry of Magic.'

'Ahh…' Draoc sighed with a smirk, 'it's my day to get questioned, is it?'

Neitzel did not like Draco's smart reply.

'Your wife tell you that?' Neitzel asked.

Draco raised an eyebrow.

'No, she didn't. A friend said something to me about getting interrogated my the Ministry, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't accuse my wife of ratting out your Department's secrets.'

'I'm not accusing, I was merely curious to how you knew about being questioned…you are the spouse of a former Mysteries Department worker.'

'I don't like your tone about my wife, so how about I just go along with this little escapade, follow you to the Ministry, get the spotlight put on me, and then go home?'

'Fine with me, Mr. Malfoy, follow me to my car.'

Draco begrudgingly followed.

-Ministry of Magic-

Draco sat, arms crossed, broom at his side, in a chair in Room 7 of the Department of Mysteries. His blindfold from the elevator was taken off about five minutes ago. He was now waiting, wand confiscated, for someone to come question him.

The man named Nikolaus Neitzel came into the room.

'You're questioning me?'

'Yes, since your wife no longer works here, I am in charge of questioning. Albeit, she only questioned one person, but it's one more job I have to do now…but I am glad today is your day, Mr. Malfoy. I have a feeling that the Ministry will make a breakthrough with you.'

'And why is that?'

'I have a feeling, I suppose. Fudge said you were very promising.'

'Well, question away.' Draco spat.

'When was the last time your Dark Mark burned?'

'What?' Draco was a little thrown off by this question. He didn't know the Ministry knew of his mark. 'I don't know. Probably the night Voldemort was killed.'

'He-who-must-not-be-named.' Nikolaus replied.

'What?'

'Do not use his name.' Nikolaus ordered.

'I will use whatever name I please.' Draco replied.

'Let's try this again, with a different question. When was the last time you saw your Death Eater father?'

Draco smirked.

'The last time I saw my father was just before I sent him to Azkaban…the same night the fucker was killed. My father is now dead, also.'

'I know that.' Nikolaus replied.

'Then why did you ask?'

'I didn't ask if he was dead, I asked the last time you saw him, not stop changing the subject, I can keep you here a long time if I so desire, Mr. Malfoy.'

'No, you can't.' Draco responded sharply, 'I can leave whenever I want, but then you'll drag your ass up my driveway…and who wants that?'

Nikolaus wasn't taking Draco's mockery very lightly.

'You better watch yourself, Mr. Malfoy. I can easily have you arrested for disrespecting authority.'

'Oh…okay.' Draco muttered sarcastically.

'Next question, when was your last Death Eater meeting?'

'I told you, I was last called by the fucker the night he died.'

'You are twisting my words, Mr. Malfoy. You are avoiding the truth. I asked you, "when was your last Death Eater meeting?" Would you like it explained in simpler terms? When did you last go to a group gathering in which other Death Eaters, like yourself, were present?'

Draco narrowed his eyes. Nikolaus already formed an idea in his head that Draco was guilty of something and he was pressing the matter. Draco did not appreciate Nikolaus Neitzel whatsoever.

'I'm not a Death Eater.' Draco gritted through his teeth, while his fists tightened.

'You have the Dark Mark, do you not?'

'Yes.'

'You have been called by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named before, have you not?'

'Yes.'

'You have attacked wizards trying to stop Him, have you not? Like a Mister Harry Potter? You attacked him the night He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was killed by Mr. Potter, did you not?'

Draco was shocked. How did this official know what happened down in Voldemort's lair that night?

'Well, you seem to have many facts trying to prove I'm guilty of something….however, you seemed to have misplaced the post-it that said "Harry Potter was under the Imperius Curse by Voldemort whilst Draco Malfoy attacked Harry Potter".' Nikolaus was about to speak, but Draco continued, 'Your fact-checkers also forgot the post-it that said, "Draco Malfoy sent his own Death Eater father to Azkaban. And you forgot to read the note that said, "Draco Malfoy fought off his father's own Cruciatus Curse".'

'You also bowed to Him that night,' Nikolaus replied boldly as if the statement Draco just made meant nothing.

Draco quickly thought back to that night.

'Let her go. If you kill her, I swear to God I'll kill you.'

'To God, eh?' Voldemort spat, 'I AM THE ONLY GOD YOU SHALL HAVE!'

Voldemort dropped a gasping Hermione to the floor and strut over to Draco.

'BOW TO ME!'

Draco looked over at Hermione, a tear falling from his eye, and bowed in front of Voldemort.

'Yes, my Lord.'

As Draco bowed, Hermione slowly started to regain consciousness. Her eyes opened to see her fiancé bowing to Voldemort. Then she saw Voldemort raise his hand over Draco's prostrated body.

'Draco!'

Draco raised his eyes, but too late.

'Abolesco!' Voldemort hissed.

Draco did not move for a few seconds, but then his head turned to see Hermione. She saw fear in his eyes, and then he collapsed to his knees and then fell flat to the floor.

Draco squeezed his eyes tight, pushing that memory away. He almost died, and worse… he almost lost Hermione.

'You have no fucking clue to what you are talking about.' Draco snapped.

'Ooh, getting a bit upset are we? Angry that Mr. Potter came out of the Imperius and defeated Him, while you lay on the ground, defeated by your own Dark Lord?'

Draco stood up violently.

'He is not my LORD! I helped kill him! I was there! Talk to your precious Potter if you fucking want, but I am not staying here in this hell-room! I don't give a fuck about the assumptions you place on me! You can talk all the shit you want about me to your little official co-workers, but you'll never have enough evidence to accuse me of a crime of loyalty to the Dark Side, because there isn't any! I never was loyal!'

'Mr. Malfoy, sit down.' Nikolaus said threateningly.

'Oh, go fuck yourself!' Draco cried.

He grabbed his broom and was about to leave, but the door was sealed.

'You can't leave without the blindfold. It's charmed.'

'Then give me the fucking blindfold, I just want to leave.' Draco spat.

Nikolaus waved his hand and a red blindfold magically appeared around Draco's eyes. Draco blindly left Room 7 and somehow made it to the elevators, once inside, the blindfold dropped from his eyes.

'Fucking spies…' Draco muttered,' they think they know everything…they don't know shit.'

Once Draco was out of the elevator and in the Atrium, he went to the front desk and stated his name into a monitor. It took a few minutes because the magical monitor had to make sure Draco checked out with the Ministry, and was able to leave. About two minutes later his wand dropped down into a crevice of the monitor. Draco took it out and left the building quickly. Once he was clear to apparate, he did quickly.

'Hermione?' Draco called loudly once he appeared in the foyer of the Manor. 'Hermione!'

Hermione came out of the conservatory, looking a bit forlorn.

'I made sure I was home at noon, Draco…but you weren't here. You are an hour and a half later than you said. I could have spent longer job searching.'

Draco didn't say a thing. He just glanced her up and down. She was wearing a blue tank top and white slacks. Her hair was down loosely on her shoulders, just waiting to be fingered through.

'Draco? Aren't you going to explain yourself?' She asked, her hands moving to her waist in fists.

'Yeah, sorry, baby. After practice your former boss stopped me and took me into get questioned.'

Hermione's upset face turned into one of pity and anger for the Ministry.

'What did they ask you?'

'Stupid questions that they thought they had facts on. Everything they said was twisted and made me look bad, they didn't spy hard enough the night Voldemort was stopped, apparently. I walked out of the interrogation, that fucked up Neitzel, or whoever the fuck he was didn't know when to shut his mouth.'

'You walked out? Draco! They are just going to take you in again!'

'I don't care! They don't have shit on me!'

'They'll find stuff.' She said softly. 'They'll find out about that foolish club you joined.'

'It wasn't a club, Hermione. It was just a few people getting together to talk things through. It's failed anyway, it doesn't matter.'

'It matters to the Ministry. They'll find something wrong with it and take you in for more questioning, this time in front of the Wizengamot.'

Draco shook his head in disagreement.

'Don't worry, love. There is more information out there from the night Voldemort was defeated to prove I'm innocent, rather than guilty, of anything they throw at me.'

'I hope so.'

'The fucker hinted at shit about you, too.'

'Like what?' Hermione asked sullenly.'

'He assumed you told me about the interrogations and shit. I told him off for you, baby.' Draco told her softly as he walked up to her and kissed her forehead.

Hermione wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned into his kiss.

'You know, this morning I apparated into a shower in the locker rooms.' Draco stated.

'What? Why?' Hermione asked with a small chuckle.

'I was distracted.' Draco said nonchalantly.

'With what?'

'With thoughts about you…'

Hermione looked up into his eyes and smirked.

'You do know what you did this morning wasn't a very nice thing to do, don't you?' He asked with a mischievous smirk.

'I knew what I was doing, and I know it wasn't nice…'

'Remember how I said you were going to pay for being a temptress?'

'I do indeed remember, but didn't you already "punish" me on top of a dresser?' She asked innocently with a playful smirk.

'That was for making me want to shag you senseless in bed…I've got to punish you now for making me want to shag you senseless…a second time.'

Draco's carnal urges took over his body and he and Hermione attacked each other in the foyer, crawled up the stairs together, and then had good, rough sex…err…they made love…on thecarpet in their second floor hallway.