A/n OK I'm srry for leaving u all like that I rlly am very sorry! Now after this chapter I'm having a problem with the chapter so if I don't' for a while if u want (hint, hint) u can read my other story! Lol OK well here u are! The conclusion to my cliff hanger! Oh ya I'd like to thank fierydragn and Zira cuz I love u guys!(betas) I love all of u!(reviewers) Anywho on with the show!

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Recap "Draco are you in there?"

Chapter 4 Your Highness

A masculine, male, muffled voice came from outside Malfoy's door. Malfoy turned whiter than usual, gulping the hard lump in his throat down.

"M-my f-father," was all he muttered before he jumped off Hermione. Hermione lay there stunned. "Yes, father! Just getting changed!" Malfoy gathered his clothes and threw on a pair of new boxers, looking frantically where he could hide Hermione 'A mudblood and a pure blood…. My father will kill us both!'

"Well hurry Draco, we must discuss something VERY important!" his father growled, not liking the fact that he was being kept waiting for his lowly son.

"Pick up your clothes and hide under the bed..." Malfoy hissed to Hermione who had now gathered her things up. Hermione could only nod. She was running what had just happened through her mind.

"What Draco?" Came Lucius' voice, he was getting louder, and by the sound of it, very angry.

"Nothing father, just muttering something about Potter and his prat friends." Malfoy looked at Hermione and nodded for her to go under the bed. After he could no longer see her or her hair, he scanned the room. There was the odd sock and shirt here or there. Oh well, he was a teenager, and let me tell you, we're not all perfect! (Anyway) Satisfied with the way his room looked, he slipped on his robe and opened the door.

Lucius entered the room and closed the door behind him, the usual scowl plastered on his face. He walked over to Malfoy, his robes nipping at his heels. Hermione could see Lucius' feet come towards her side of the bed. She slid under further to prevent him seeing her. She was shaking slightly, afraid of what me might do if he caught them together… or her naked under the bed to say the least!

Lucius scanned the room, finishing his analysis. He scowled again at Malfoy, "Pig sty..." He looked Malfoy up and down, "I thought you were changing?"

"Seriously, Father, is this all you have come for?" Malfoy asked in annoyance leaning on his back leg, tapping his foot.

"No, I've come to tell you that Voldemort can no longer fight in the war against the Mudbloods and Muggle Lovers." His father snapped.

"That's too bad, I guess we'll have to give up..." Malfoy made a very fake, sad look then smirked. He had never hated Mudbloods, or Muggles for that matter, but since he was Malfoy he was expected to.

"Hold your tongue, boy. This isn't over that easily." This time Lucius was the one to wear the Malfoy smirk, "If you have forgotten, you are the heir, therefore you are taking over in his absents."

"What! But I don't even have a dark mark!" Malfoy half screamed.

"And you think I don't know that?" Malfoys father sneered. "And don't raise your voice to me. You will receive training sometime after Halloween and get your mark after Christmas. But you will remain in school. We'll have midnight classes till 2, every night. I'll be sending an owl with what days."

"What if I don't want to take over for Voldemort?" Malfoy snapped cockily.

Lucius gave Malfoy a death stare. "And what if, boy," He paused. "You fall off your broom during Quidditch practice? Ever thought of that? Or maybe if you fall down the stairs to dinner?" Lucius glared down at his son dangerously.

'Oh my god! This isn't happening! It's just a dream! A crazy dream!' Hermione held her hand over her mouth. She wanted to scream. 'Why? Why must Malfoy of all people be the next Voldemort?'

"Point taken Father..." Malfoy sneered back, "and what if, after I take over for Voldemort, you go on a mission and never return? Ever think of that?" Malfoy snickered.

Lucius jumped at Malfoy, grabbing him by the collar of his robe, "Don't threaten me, boy!" He was losing his temper and fast. He didn't care of this was the soon-to-be new-Voldemort, he was still his son, his blood. He would be damned if he would speak to him with that manner. "I made you, and don't you dare think I can't break you!" Lucius' face was red with anger.

'WHY OF ALL BLOODY PEOPLE HIM! I mean, DRACO MALFOY! Come on, could things get worse?' Probably... Came another voice in Hermione's head. With a soft hit to her head for being stupid, she began to listen again.

Lucius took deep breaths and let go of Malfoy. He began to walk to the door, "Oh, and by the way," he stopped and faced Malfoy. "Don't leave your condom packages around." He pointed to the floor under the dresser, and said, "People might think things. Tell the girl that is in here I like her perfume." With that, Lucius turned on his heel and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Malfoy gave out a huge sigh. Hermione didn't know whether to scream, because Malfoy, her new fling, was soon to be new dark lord, or because Lucius sounded a bit over friendly with his comment about her perfume. Hermione wiggled into her under garments. Malfoy sat on his bed, sitting with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. "Son of a bitch." was all he could manage to say at the moment.

Hermione had gotten out from under the bed and gathered her remaining clothes. She was putting on her skirt at that moment. Malfoy turned his head he looked her up and down and smirked, "Beautiful..." 'Even if she is a stuck up, know-it-all mudblood.' He added mentally, 'Why, of all people, do I want her?'

Hermione was now doing up her blouse. She looked up for her eyes to meet a set of icy blue ones. Her eyes met his, and something clicked, she was unsure of what it was, but it felt weird and new at the same time. But the same old hatred she had always felt remained, but there was a lust for his body now. She wanted it in every way.

Malfoy kept his gaze locked on her. There was something in her eyes, an extra twinkle. Something he had never seen before. He could read everything she felt through her eyes; he always could. For instant, right now she was feeling hatred and some other feeling he had yet to name with her.

For once, Hermione was at a lost for words, all she could do was stare in Malfoy's deep ocean blue eyes.

"It's rude to stare." Malfoy smirked. Hermione snapped out of her trance. That smirk, that god-forsaken smirk! It was sooo sexy, yet very annoying at the same time! It drove her crazy!

"Well, your soon to be highness, I shall be seeing you." Hermione began to walk out the door doing up her blouse as she went. She stopped and looked Malfoy in the eyes, "Or maybe I won't." she paused, Malfoy could see a bit of a tear in her eye. Why it was there he had no idea, "I mean, come on. After all, I am just a mudblood." Hermione sighed, "You'll just kill me someday..." She gave a curtsey and left the room.

Malfoy stood there pondering about what she said. She was right, she was just a mudblood and he was a Malfoy, he would one day take over the world and rid it of mudbloods like her. Malfoy smirked and collected his things for class. He needed to hurry, his little session with Granger and talk with Daddy Dearest had made him late.

A/N I NO I NO! It's not wat u all thought! I'm srry but it works in with my story. Pansy is in very little of my story being that ummm let me put this nicely I HATE HER! Yes that's quit nice Well the next chapter will be written soon and I'm srry this one is short! Don't hit me .