A/n Thank you everyone for reviewing my story. I loved reading all the reviews.

About the appartion (sp?) and stuff, I did say that I might write things that never can or will happen in the story. I did say that, didn't I? 0.o

Here's the next chapter. Hope everyone enjoys!

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Chapter 4- flirting with my enemy

" You might catch flies, you know." he looked amused as all she did was blink.

" As much as I like you being on top of me and all, the jail floor is pretty cold." The word 'jail' snapped out of her trance, and she leaped away from him, growing angry for thinking of how handsome he looked.

" What do you mean jail? Who are you?" she questioned, hands on hips.

" This is the jail" swishes and flicks restored the jail to it's original form.

" And I'm your kidnapper. The one and only Harry Potter" Harry grinned as he saw when realization glowed in her brown eyes. Yep, now he knew she had deep chocolate eyes.

" Kidnapper? Harry Potter? You're a Deatheater!" Hermione's voice shook with hatred.

"Something like that. I don't have the dark mark but a lightning bolt on my forehead instead. I'm trusted the most by Voldemort." Not having a mark didn't make Hermione feel any safer around him.

" Why am I here?"

" Why? You're my special guest of course." Harry said the words like it should have been obvious.

" Look here, Deatheater" she spat the word " I'm not going to be a guest. You must be stupid to believe, I'll believe I'm you're guest. Why am I a prisoner here?"

" Oh ye of little faith. Of course, your my guest, sweetheart. I never took a prisoner before you know." Hermione snorted, right she was going to believe him.

" Don't call me sweetheart. Deatheaters don't have a heart."

" You wound me. Anymore of your insults and I'll die" his voice dripped sarcasm and humor at their argument.

" Drop dead then. If you brought me here for information, your not getting any." she said determinedly.

" Gryffindors are brave aren't they, 'Mione. I didn't bring you here for Voldemort or getting back at that loser headmaster of yours. No, those were just advantages." he said.

"Let me go. I don't know why I'm here but you let me go, now." she demanded, pushing against him as his hands closed around her waist.

"You're a rude guest" he whispered, close to her ears.

" You're a bastard, a killer, a f' king..." she stated, trying not to enjoy the way his hand stroked the strands of her hair.

" You're pretty, beautiful. You still don't know why you're here?" he tried to keep his smile at bay, when he saw the conflicts of emotions pass her face.

" No. And I don't want to. Just let me return to school. Don't Deatheaters go to school to learn more stuff to use against the school and to get inside information." She pushed his hand away from her hair. As she said the words she thought of Malfoy. He was probably friends with Potter.

" I'm 19. I finished school two years ago. I've been working full time for the dark side for the past two years." he said as he brushed a finger over her cheek. Hermione brushed his hand away like it was a pesky fly.

" Yeah, instead of being an auror or some other good, decent, helping others career person, you had to be a murderer and an idiot that scares innocent people while they go on with their normal lives."

"... No... I was a marked person since the lightening bolt was placed on my forehead." he replied " And didn't I tell you not insult me. It hurts my feelings soooooo much hearing it from the girl I so adore."

" I don't think so. You could've chosen the other path but you didn't." She accused. She remembered a poem she read when she was little. The Road Not Taken it was called by Robert Frost. It was about making choices in life, about taking the path you wanted, not following others. Hermione made a snorting sound. She didn't believe Potter for a second. Everyone had choices.

Harry grinned. He liked the way she stood up to him and the way they argued. She might not know it, but in a way they were flirting. She pushed away from him and ran to the cell door. He didn't stop her. Hermione kicked pushed, pulled but it wouldn't budge.

" You know, I think escaping has taken a toll on your mind. You might need a wand to open it." he pointed out.

" I don't have my wand with me." Hermione ground out the words between clenched teeth. Harry shot her "I know" look. The bastard wanted her to admit she was stuck here and her only way out was him.

" Let me go. I'm not a threat to you." Her hands clenched into fists., anger coursing through her body.

" Well, you are now. If I let you go people will know how I look. Besides you're the smartest witch in your year, that means you're a good solider to Dumbledore and a threat against Voldemort." he stopped for a moment. Then a gleam creeped into his emerald green eyes.

" I'll let you go in one condition."

" What?" Hermione asked, suspicion hung onto the word.

" You have to..." Hermione held her breath waiting for him to say it. Fearing it might be something like killing or hurting others. Her heart skipped a beat at his finished sentence.

A/N - Hope this chapter is long enough. The poem is owned by Robert Frost and Harry potter by Rowling. Read and Review please. I loved the past review and hope for more. So R&R. Apple Blossoms.