YAY! school's over for me

but so is this story. . . I'm sorry, but i'm out

so only 3 more chapters on this thing, but there's gonna be a sequal

And finally, Draco becomes Draco, instead of Jake

Sorry, but I'm gonna skip ALL the romance between the beginning and the ending of Draco and Hermione's relationship.

Secret Disclosed

Previously. . .

SNAP OUT OF IT! You're here to help Harry, not to enjoy life.

Hermione walked out of Starbuck and carelessly stepped out of the sidewalk. A familiar voice was heard from behind her.

"HERMIONE! WATCH OUT!"

Malfoy?

"Well, to start off, I'm Jake." Jake offered his hand for a hand shake.

What about that kiss you bastard?

"What's the color of your eyes?" Jake asked.

My eyes?

"It's brown." Hermione was confused, but answered with a straight face.

BROWN? What do you mean BROWN? Strange. . . I was sure I saw blue or green. . .

"Can I at least have your cell phone number?" Jake asked. ". . . If I can get your cell number and call you with it, it will feel more. . . Special."

"Well. . . That's too bad isn't it" Hermione replied coldly and shut the door.

Ouch. . . I did push too far.

Dear Hermione Granger . . . . . . .

I present to you this teddy bear. As long as you keep this teddy bear, I promise I will never pursue you and always treat you like the lady that you are. I promise I will be as harmless as this teddy bear.

I'm sorry for everything,

Jacob M. Alexander

"Ask him to the homecoming dance," Katy suggested. "I know he really wants to go with you."

"We'll see." Hermione shrugged.

ScotsBlonde06: Anyways, I need a date for Homecoming Dance. Take it or leave it.

JMAlexTheGrt: fine, I'll go to homecoming wit u

Draco sighed as the torture show called Homecoming finally came to an end. The clock struck midnight.
The doctor smiled. "You got into a car accident. You got hit by a drunk driver."

Shit! The dance is over!

Jake Alexander stood up and walked away from the dance floor.

Hermione Granger apparated right in front of him as he approached the doors.

They stared into each other's eyes in complete surprise.

"What the hell are you doing here now?" They exclaimed simultaneously.

"Slow down," she could feel Jake's chuckle from his breath upon her skin. "I've never seen anything so lovely. Now turn around, and bless me with your beauty, cutie."
Draco fell asleep.

Hermione couldn't resist the urge.

Well, this one will make things even.

Hermione leaned over and kissed the sleeper's lips. She scribbled something down on a piece of paper and left. She had forgotten all about the incident at the town hall.

She left on me.

Draco frowned upon noticing the piece of paper Hermione had left a note on. It had Hermione's cell phone number and a note saying "call me".

Draco shook his head and took out his cell phone. He clicked on "recent messages"; it had Hermione's text message and her number.

Way to give me something I already have.

Then Hermione had a dream, three months later. . .

"Wait!" Jacob halted as his teacher decided to add one last word. "I may never see you again, Draco. Let me see your true face one last time."

"Fine," Jacob, whose real name turned out to be Draco Malfoy, smiled.

With a flick of a wand, the man transformed himself. His spiked hair grew longer and smoother like silk and lay flatly backwards on his head. The dirtiness of his hair washed out as his hair color transformed into white, platinum blonde. The color in his skin washed away, leaving a cold, pale color. Jacob metamorphed himself into Draco Malfoy.

As Draco touched the ring and disappeared into thin air, Hermione Granger awakened from her disturbing dream in the arm of the man she fell in love with.

"Could Jake really be Malfoy?" Hermione wondered.

Now. . .

Hermione just had the best and the worst sex she ever had, all at the same time. It was the first time she had slept with her boyfriend of three months, Jake Alexander, and it felt great. But something strange happened. While making love, Hermione kept seeing Draco Malfoy, her archenemy, instead of Jake. She tried to shake it off by intensifying the passion, but the hotter she became, the deeper Jake went, more of Malfoy she saw. Worst of all, when she finally fell asleep, she had a dream. It wasn't a nightmare, but it felt like one. It showed that Jake was Draco Malfoy.

Hermione stayed immobile on her bed for hours, unable to sleep. She didn't know what to do with what she saw. The dream seemed so real. Jake, like Malfoy, was a blunt and cocky asshole who couldn't stop talking. Jake was indeed more caring and romantic, but Hermione never knew Malfoy well enough to be sure that Malfoy wasn't, at least with his own pure-blooded kind. Hermione hated Malfoy, though. The thought of Jake being Malfoy disgusted her. But despite this, the feeling of being in Jake's arms comforted her.

We've been together for three months, through the good times and the bad. If he had a secret he would have told me!

But if he was Malfoy, he wouldn't have told me that. He would probably wait for me to let off my guard so he can kill me; he might even do it now.

How am I supposed to find out? I can't just ask him, can I? He would accuse me of being doubtful of our relationship. Damn it, he's so insecure. It would crush him if he thinks that I would rather trust a dream than his word.

Unless I can get him to drink. . .

Hermione came up with the best idea possible. She needed to get out of the bed, but she had no excuse. The plan required hours of preparation and she had to go now. But she didn't want Jake to feel suspicious of her leaving in middle of the night. She looked around her bedroom, the bedroom where she made love with Jake for the first time. The room was so dark; she could barely make out the ceiling fan's outline. It was the curtain's fault, she thought. Jake had bought her some thick, rose-patterned curtains, claiming that Hermione's apartment needed some color. The thick curtains kept any light from penetrating at all, prompting Hermione to think if he gave it to her so no one would see him murdering her at night. The thought of that gave her goose bumps. The only light came from her glow in the dark clock. It told her that it was 5 A.M. She had found her excuse.

"Hey," Jake grumbled. "It's still dark out!"

"That's because of your stupid curtains," Hermione faked a smile as she got up. "It doesn't let any light in."

"Hey," Jake chuckled. "You said you liked them."

"Maybe I lied." Hermione winked at him.

"What time is it?" Jake asked.

"It's five in the morning," Hermione replied.

"Maybe that's why it's so dark, Hermione." Jake said playfully.

"Well, I always wake up at five," Hermione smiled. "It's a good student's habit."

"It's a Saturday morning!" Jake complained.

"Doesn't make a difference," Hermione kissed Jake on the forehead.

"What are you gonna do when you start living with me?" Jake chuckled. "You better not wake me up at five every morning.

He's already thinking about living with me?

"How do you even know I will live with you?" Hermione asked slyly.

"Ah!" Jake pretended to look angry. "I am utterly heartbroken!"

"We'll see," Hermione smiled and kissed her lover's lips. "Here, I believe this will make up for it."

She spread her legs and got on top of Jake's naked body.

Let this be the last time I'd sleep with a stranger. I just hope his guard is down also.

Jake approached Hermione's apartment that night and rang the door bell. Hermione had left her apartment immediately after they made love, telling him to come over for dinner. Jake never felt as nervous as he did in his life.

Actually, he had felt this nervous before. Jake began to remember Hermione and his first official date. His car had suddenly died and he couldn't use magic because people were watching. He ended up calling the auto shop and asked Hermione to pick him up for their date instead. He hated being picked up, especially by women.

The date itself wasn't too bad. They ate pizza and went ice skating. His situation with Hermione was almost always tense, from the first day of Hogwarts to the high school homecoming dance. He was glad they could have some regular old teenage fun for once.

Things did get tense, though. His body froze when Hermione drove him home. He never expected himself to be dropped off. He wanted to walk Hermione to her door step. He just walked out of the car. But he fame to his senses right before she drove off. He ran right into the car's path and stopped her. She screamed at him, rolling down her window.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Look, ok," I panted. "I'm sorry about that; it was kinda sudden."

"Bloody hell that was!"

"Look," I kept talking and talking. "I'm sorry but it's hard for a guy to be romantic when he's the one getting picked up and dropped off by his date, ok?

"I mean, think about it. My conservative thinking is telling me that it's your car so you're the boss. I should respect your stature because I'm sitting in the passenger seat. I should let you do what ever you want because it's your damned car!

"But I'm the guy. My other conservative thought is telling me that I should be the one making the moves. I've always been the one to make the damned moves! I know that. You know that. You were probably sitting there, silent, waiting for me to bust something out.

"But I couldn't, ok? I'm sorry! I couldn't do anything sitting in that car of yours. So I'm out here now having a little outburst, embarrassing the crap out of myself. Just so I can somehow. . ."

"Jake," Hermione interrupted me. "Shut up. I don't wanna hear it. I don't wanna hear you whine like a baby. Just stop talking."

My jaw dropped in dismay.

"If you wanna kiss me," but she gave me a warm smile. "Just do it. Or walk away and forever hold your peace."

"Haha" And I thought I finally realized something.

"What?" She asked.

"You told me that your eyes were brown." I chuckled. "I don't know what you were talking about, but I just realized. It's blue, and it's beautiful."

Yup, we stared at each other for a while and finally had our first official, voluntary kiss. I later found out that she wore colored contacts and felt really stupid. But I thought it was pretty romantic.

But what's the occasion here though? She's actually making me dinner. What are we doing? Celebrating us making love for the first time?

Hermione opened the door and smiled.

"Come in."

Jake looked around the plain old apartment of Hermione. It was indeed one of the most boring, dull looking places Jake had ever laid eyes upon. It had no posters, flowers, art works, dolls, or anything. Jake had never paid too much attention to Hermione's apartment before. He regretted looking around because it was truly a turn off.

"Come over to the kitchen," Hermione said. "I've got an expensive bottle of wine."

"Hermione breaking the laws," Jake was now impressed. It was one of the things Draco liked about Hermione, her willingness to break, or bend, laws for her self-righteous benefit. She usually had a good reason for everything; but, to Draco, a law breaker was a law breaker. To Draco, Hermione was just another bad girl wearing the outfit of a nerdy maverick.

"I'm already an illegal immigrant," Hermione smiled slyly. "What's the difference if I break a law on drinking alcohol?"

"But I'm not an Illegal." Draco lied, edging closer to Hermione, feeling the heat.

"Well," Hermione chuckled. "It's not like you don't already drink."

"But they don't know that, do they?" Draco played with the buttons on Hermione's blouse. He unbuttoned the one on top and began to tinker around with Hermione's bra.

"Well, you can tell them that I forced you to." Hermione put her hand on Jake's chest, feeling the lean texture of his body.

"Hmm," Jake smiled and pressed Hermione onto the refrigerator door. "By force, you mean like this?" His fingers rolled upward past her neck, toward her cheek. His hand held her softly, yet powerfully. He kissed her.

Surprisingly, Hermione broke away from the kiss. She turned her face to her side and pushed him back, looking at his feet.

"Not right now, Jake." Hermione was breathing hard, as if she was in some kind of a trance.

There was a brief period of awkward silence.

Damn, I hate awkward silences.

"Um," Draco tried to break the ice. "Should I leave?"

"Oh," Hermione snapped out of her trance and looked up. "No, don't leave. Have some wine." She offered him the wine bottle and a wine glass.

"Alright," Jake chuckled, feeling a bit strange as Hermione poured some wine into the glass.

"You can go sit down," Hermione nervously pointed at her dinner table. "I'll be right over."

"Ok," Jake ignored the fact that Hermione was acting very strange and walked toward the dinner table. "You got table cloths, overly large one by that, but they look nice."

"Thanks," Hermione returned what seemed to be a fake smile.

Man, just because we had sex, it doesn't mean things have to be weird. How did she manage with that Weasel in the first place?

Jake sat comfortably on a chair and sipped his wine; it did taste quite well. Hermione walked slowly over to the table and sat down. She stared into Jake's eyes like an interrogator, making him nervous.

"Jake," Hermione initialized the interrogation. "What is your real name?"

Jacob M. Alexander.

"Draco Malfoy," Jacob M. Alexander systematically answered. His jaws dropped immediately afterwards.

Shit, I drank Veritaserum.

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