A/N: Heey cool people! YAY! Ok, same as last time…don't own them, want to own Draco, blah blah blah…yeeeeah. I had pineapple. So I'm rather hyper. –teehee- moving on…Enjoy chapter 4! –hugs- and about the iPod, let's just pretend muggle objects work at Hogwarts, please? –pouty face-

CHAPTER FOUR – 21 QUESTIONS

Hermione stared at him, mouth open. "You're not mad?" She asked, "You're not upset or anything?" He shook his head.

"Actually," He admitted, "If you've never noticed, there always has been a certain amount of sexual tension between us." He shrugged. "Besides, I've always admired you, just never let it show. You've beat me in all of our classes, even potions!" He looked rather put out at that last one, and Hermione smiled.

"Well, only if you're sure." She said, tentatively. "I mean, this all is so strange!" She paused to as a house elf cleared their plates, then continued. "I've known you for 7 years, yet I know nothing about you except your middle name. It feels like we're declaring our undying love for each other, and that's just weird for me!" She got up and walked toward the couch, Draco following. "I think that before we say or do anything else we should at least get to know each other more."

She sat down on the couch, with Draco next to her, and they both turned so that they were sitting cross-legged facing each other.

"Ok," Hermione said, "Let's play 21 Questions." She grinned, and Draco consented. "Me first."

"What's your favorite color?" She asked.

"Pink."

Hermione gave him a look and muttered, "Always knew something was wrong with you…"

"I'm just kidding! It's blue."

"Uh huh…sure. Favorite film?"

"Queen of the Damned." He smirked.

"You've seen muggle films?" Hermione asked, surprised. He rolled his eyes.

"Yes! This summer I figured I might as well learn some things about muggles, and I rented a load of movies, 500 or something. Spent all summer watching them. It was actually rather fun…" He trailed off as he received a look.

"Ok, favorite book?" She asked.

"Um…probably The DaVinci Code."

She raised an eyebrow. "Muggle books as well?" He glared at her.

"Yes, ok, I like muggle things, happy?" She giggled.

"Favorite food?"

"Filet Mignon."

"Handcuffs or no?" She grinned as Draco nearly fell off the couch. "Just kidding, but hell, your reaction was worth it…"

Draco smirked. "I was going to say 'handcuffs'." She rolled her eyes and continued with her questioning.

"Favorite season?"

"Fall."

"Favorite song? Muggle one." She said, knowing it would be.

"Piece by Piece." He said. "I heard it in some movie, 'The Punisher', I think it was."

"Favorite musical instrument?"

"Piano, by far. Then violin." He answered.

"Ocean or Lake?"

"Ocean. Definitely Ocean."

"Birthday?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"October 19th." (A/N: I don't know if J.K. Rowling put his b-day in the books or not, but this is what it's gonna be. K? K.)

"Umm…" Hermione bit her lip. "I'm running out of questions. Oh, wait." She grinned. "Are you a virgin?" Draco blushed and mumbled something. "What?" Hermione asked, "I didn't hear you."

"Yes!" He said. "I'm sorta…waiting for the right person." He caught her laughing and warned, "Apparently it's going to be you, so I wouldn't be laughing." She sobered and frowned a little.

"Are you upset about that?" She questioned. Draco thought for a moment, then smirked.

"Well, I don't think so. At least, not if you're in good in bed as you are in school." He smiled slyly and wiggled his eyebrows, and then placed a hand on her thigh, causing Hermione to yelp indignantly and slap his hand.

"Bad Slytherin!" She reprimanded, trying not to laugh. "Ok, why don't you ask some questions?"

"Ok. Favorite color?"

"Green."

Draco smirked. "Slytherin color, you know, love." She rolled her eyes. "Ok, favorite movie?"

"Um…I have a few." Hermione said. Ticking off fingers, she listed, "Moulin Rouge, Phantom of the Opera, Beauty and the Beast, Lord of the Rings, Rain Man, A League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, The Grudge, uh…and like 10 more." She grinned apologetically as Draco shook his head in amusement.

"Favorite food?"

"Strawberries!"

He laughed at her enthusiasm. "Song?"

"Love Medley from Moulin Rouge. But from a CD, probably…uh…I dunno. I like 'Uninvited' by Alanis Morissette, I guess."

"Alrighty then. Favorite position? Ouch!" He said loudly as she smacked him on the arm. "I was just kidding! Kidding! Merlin!" He backed away a bit jokingly, then resumed with the questioning.

"Favorite animal?"

"Tiger." Hermione said thoughtfully. "Tiger, wolf, and cat." She smiled.

"Favorite book?"

"Phantom. By Susan Kay. That or any book by Laurell K. Hamilton." She blushed as Draco looked at her. "What!"

He smirked, "Oh, nothing. I've just happened to have read a few of her books. Enough to know that the content is rather…graphic." He laughed at her expression. "Don't hit me again!" He crossed his arms around his head as she swatted at him.

"Moving on…umm…night or day?"

She wrinkled her nose. "Night."

"Half empty or half full?"

"Empty."

"My, my, aren't you just a little pessimist." He teased. "How about this…spoons or forks?"

Hermione laughed. "What kind of question is that?"

"Just answer it." He said seriously.

"Ok. Sporks. Fear the spork!" She shivered.

"Hermione!"

"What! I answered!"

He looked at her reproachfully. "You know what I meant!"

Hermione looked at him like he was crazy. "Ok, fork. Why do you want to know so badly?"

He grinned. "So I know what to get you for your birthday."

"Oh! You bloody little git!" Hermione cried, trying not to laugh. "Ugh, you're so strange!"

"Next Question," Draco said, "Bath or shower?"

"Shower."

"Ok, um…Love or money?"

"Love!" Hermione said, as though it were quite obvious.

"Black or white?"

"Black."

"What's your weakness?" He asked.

Hermione looked at him suspiciously, "Why do you want to know?" He sighed.

"I'm not going to use it against you, smart one!"

"Ok, then I guess it's…Oh, I don't know! Baby animals?" She guessed.

Draco laughed, disguising it as a cough. "Um, ok have you ever been on stage?"

"Yeah." Hermione said, recalling the summer of her 13th birthday. "I was in a community theater production of 'Annie'."

"Somehow I can't picture you as a poor little orphan girl," Draco mused, running a hand through his hair and smirking. "Have you ever been skinny dipping?"

Hermione started, then blushed. "Maybe." She whispered. Draco leaned closer.

"What?" He asked, putting a hand to his ear, "I didn't quite catch that." He was grinning like a fool.

"MAYBE!" Hermione shouted. Draco winced and pulled back, rubbing his temples.

"Well, I head that time…and I'm guessing that's a yes?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Um, well, I was only about 12 or so, and we had gone to the states to visit my Aunt and Uncle, who live in Texas. And there was this hot spring…and…yeah." She finished lamely. Draco just laughed.

"Alright, how do you want to die?" He asked, completely serious.

"Now who's being pessimistic!" Hermione pressed. "But, peacefully in bed at the oldest age I can be. Or," She said thoughtfully, "If life gets too rough, I've been told that cyanide tastes like almonds."

Draco gave her a look.

"What! You asked!" She defended. She crossed her arms and glared at him. "If you don't want a straight answer, don't ask the question!" She told him. "Now ask your next question."

Draco sighed. "Ok, fine. Favorite place."

"Like, what do mean, place?" Hermione questioned. Draco shrugged.

"I dunno. Like, the place you like to be the most. And if you say library…"

"Ok, then, not library." She laughed at the expression on his face as he wagged a finger at her. "Um, probably by the lake, just thinking." She looked toward the window, where they could see a small sliver of the lake which she spoke of. It's waters glinted in the sunlight, and Hermione suddenly sat up. "Hey, do you want to go down to the lake?" She asked, getting an idea. She looked at him and he shrugged again.

"Sure, why not." He stood up and stretched, walking to the portrait. "Oh, and by the way, Harry, Ron and I have—tried to solve our differences, so you needn't worry about us fighting and insulting each other all the time." Draco told her. Hermione smiled as they climbed through the portrait.

"I had a feeling. You didn't say anything mean while we were all walking in the halls, so I figured you guys were talking while Dumbledore briefed me on my…powers." Draco snuck a sideways glance at her as they walked side by side down the halls, which were empty since everyone was in class. He moved a little closer to Hermione as they walked, passing by staircases and portraits.

"Draco," Hermione said suddenly, facing him as she walked. "What are we? I mean," She went on, "It's too early to say we're dating, since I'm assuming we will be, so how do we label ourselves? This is all going so fast!" They pushed through the doors leading to the lake, and walked into the warm September air.

"I'm not really sure," Draco said carefully, "But I'd like to you know that I really am going to try. I mean, it was so easy to become friends in what, two days? I'm sure we can become more. We'll probably end up 'dating' before the week is out!" He finished. "I don't want to make you feel like you're rushed. Harry told me that we have a year to complete 5 bonds, and he told me them as well. I want you to be comfortable around me if I'm your mate." They stopped beneath a weeping willow, a secluded area not easily seen with a great view of the lake. Hermione sat on the grass, and patted the space beside her, where Draco lowered himself.

"I know this is moving really fast, but when you think about it, a year is a really short amount of time to complete all those things. We have to trust each other and most of all love each other." He bit his lip. "I've really been happy that we're friends now." He told her. "And I want you to feel the same. It must feel strange, though, to suddenly be told you have two weeks to find someone who you're going to spend the rest of your life with, and then have that person turn out to be your worst enemy for the past six years of your life." He suddenly took her hand, and entwined her fingers within his.

"But I think that somehow all of this soul-mate business has sped up the process." He smiled, and she did as well, looking down at their hands. "I feel as though I've known you forever, and I really think I'll have no trouble falling in love with you." He said gently.

Hermione moved herself so that she was in front of him, leaning slightly back onto him. She let go of his hands and put them around her, so that he was holding her gently against him. Resting her head on his upper chest, she sighed and put her hands over his.

"I know how you feel." She said softly. "It just seems so…right. That's the only way I can describe it." She looked out at the lake, watching the tiny ripples that spread across the surface. "Even if I've only known the real you for two days, I trust you. And I think you're right about the Veela bonds. Only two soul mates could become this comfortable within the time span of two days." She smiled, and laughed.

"You know, we never did finish asking each other questions." She snuggled closer to him, and he wrapped his arms tighter around her. "Want to keep going?"

"Sure." Draco said, sounding happy. "Was it my go?" Hermione nodded. "Ok, then. What's your favorite ice cream flavor?"

"Mint chocolate chip."

"Favorite holiday?"

"Ohh, Halloween!" She smiled.

"Birthday?"

"August 23." She stopped and stared off into the sky, smiling goofily.

"Penny for your thoughts." Draco said, lowering his lips to her ear, watching the brilliant display of color with her as the sun began to set.

"If someone had told me a year ago that I'd end up today lying in your arms watching the sun setting and playing 21 questions, I would have cursed them into oblivion." Hermione tilted her head back and turned her head slightly so that she was facing Draco. "But now," She said quietly, "It's the only place I feel I should ever be." And she then kissed him.

A/N: Awwwwww…I know, aren't they just so cute! He is so totally my ideal boyfriend…assuming I had a boyfriend, of course, lol. Anyway, new chapter in a few days! I LOVE YOU ALL! –hugs- And sorry about any grammatical errors, I don't have an editor person…Send me a message if you wanna be it! And for anything that doesn't work with what J.K. wrote, I'm sorry if it bugs you, but this is my story…'till we meet again!