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The glowing was back. As were the black eyes. A small part of Hermione's brain realized that they must change when he was feeling intense emotions. But she decided that that didn't really matter at this exact point in time, as there was an 'ex' (hint hint) Death Eater pointing his wand at her, and he was severely pissed off. However, the better part of her attentions were focused on the god like creature that was defending her, from his own family. He was not happy, she could tell that much from his body language. He was crouched tensely, wound tight, his features screwed up with rage. His platnium hair hanging in his face, he began to speak, slowly and with untold amounts of anger.

"How dare you. How dare you try to kill the one thing that has brought your only son, and heir, might I add, out of a coma, and back to health. Have you not considered the effects your attempts to keep the bloodline 'clear' would cause? I would die, Father! Might as well just murder me as well! And you would be sent to Azkaban. Again," he finished with a growl.

His dear father's resolve looked shaken, and his wand lowered a fraction of an inch. Indecision was written clearly on his features, and then Narcissa came into the conversation.

"How long, Lucius? When will you ever give up this silly blood prejudice? Soon, purebloods will be so inbred that our children would be marrying their cousins. That causes birth defects! Pureblood means nothing. Ms. Granger here is the smartest witch of her age, and extremely gifted in magic."

"I, I... I'm sorry Ms. Granger. I just reacted on instinct. My wife and son are correct. I would accept anything if it meant that my son would be okay," Lucius apologized.

Hermione was thunder struck. Lucius Malfoy had just apologized? To her? Mudblood Granger? The world was ending...

"I accept your apology, Sir, but I fear your son may have not. With him being taken over by the veela, he is still very upset with you. You are in danger now, but I think I can distract him from you and lead him out of the room." Hermione said this in a professional tone, in full Healer mode.

"Yes, yes, of course!" The Malfoys replied willingly.

Hermione bent down a little bit, but it didn't take much becuase she was so small and he was probably 6' 2" at full height. And she began to whisper in his ear, too low for his parents to hear.

"Come on, Draco," she said, enunciating his first name liltingly,"He didn't do anything, I'm fine. You and I need to go back up to the 2nd floor to your bedroom. This conversation here is done."

He perked up as soon as her warm breath hit his ear, and he listened carefully to what she was saying. His pose softened and he stood up. Hermione kept whispered to him telling him about different, happier places than where they were at that point in time. She put her hand on his arm and began leading him out into the hall, ignoring the electricity running though her skin, beginning where their skin touched. He followed eagerly, and soon they were out of the sight of his parents. They quickly made their way back to his bedroom. When they arrived, she gave a breath of relief, let go of his arm, moving to walk away. He wasn't going to have this and his strong arms wound around her waist and he pulled her back to him, nuzzling his nose into her neck and softly kissing it.

Startled, she tried to get away. He would not relent, though, and she soon gave up. So she stood still, and tried to ignore the nice feeling of soft lips on her skin. Suddenly, he lifted her up and carried her over to the oversized armchair that sat by his fireplace, settling her on his lap, and restarted kissing her neck, slowly moving up the side of her face, and back down. She had squeaked in surprise when he lifted her, then sighed. She shouldn't have been quite so promising in her whispered nothings. Realizing she was going to be here a while, she settles in, getting comfortable.

Just then, Draco begins to go back to normal. He looks surprised at seeing Hermione in his lap, but not disgusted.

"Hello, Granger, could you please explain to me what could have possibly happening to make you end up in my lap?" He asks pleasantly.

"Oh! Um, your dad threatened me, and you defended me, then we came back up and you ambushed me, still in your veela form." Hermione explained.

Just then, a nondescript brown owl tapped on the window. Realizing that she was still on Draco's lap, she blushed and scurried over to the window, opening it and letting the owl in.

Taking the letter from the owl, she gave it a treat and sent it on it's way. Opening the letter, she saw a bunch of unorganized writing. It was one of the special 3 person letters you could buy at Flourish and Blotts. It read:

Ron

Harry

Ginny

Hey 'Mione! We're sort of worried, because we were all going to go out for drinks after work yesterday, but you never showed...

Yeah, we went to the hospital, and they said that you gone on a house call. I don't think that they had where you went correct though, because they said something aout the Malfoys. Ridiculous, right?

Mione babe, where are you? I was at our flat last night, but you never showed up. I'm gone on business trips so much, it's hard to 'get together' when you don't show!

Shut up with your stupid innuendos! No one wants to here that! Anyway, owl us, we're getting worried,

Love, Ginny, Harry, and Ron

"Ronald, that douche" thought Hermione. She was technically still dating him, but she had been planning to break up with him after work yesterday. He had been cheating on her with Lavander Brown, the skank, and was only still with her for the extra sex.

Shaking She quickly scribbled a reply, telling Harry and Ginny of her predicament, knowing they would understand. They had been married a year now, and were trying to get pregnant. Harry was now head of the Auror Department at the Ministry(he was Draco's boss!), and Ginny worked in the Department of Magical Creatures. She knew all about veelas and would get Hermione's predicament. She might even be helpful.

She then wrote a seperate reply to Ron, saying she had found someone else and that he didn't need her anyway, he had 'Lav Lav'. She admitted that she had exagerated about the found someone else part. Really she had be found by this someone and was forever bound to him. Eh, details, she thought.

All this time, Draco had been observing her, but now he got bored and was reading a book. However, he looked a bit pale and sick. Hermione figured that this was because he wasn't right next his mate.

"Malfoy, do you feel alright?" She questioned, seeing if he would give her an honest reply.

"Erm, I'm feeling a bit faint," he then smirked."This time for real."

"I'm sorry, I should be nearer to you, I guess. Do you have any books?"She questioned.

"Yes. Take your pick." He replied, looking better already at the idea of having his mate closer.

She then noticed the large cherry wood bookshelves that were located along the walls of the lavish room. The walls were a manly color of stormy blue grey, and the canopy bed, bookshelves and dresser were all made of cherry wood. There were some expensive and beautiful peices of art on the walls, and matching blue drapes were closed over french doors that led out onto a balconey. Hermione needed natural light to read, so she went over and thrust open the curtains, to a breath taking view of the sprawling gardens of Malfoy Manor. She half opened one of the doors to let in fresh air, then went and picked out a book. It was about veelas, so she could learn more about her mate. As she sat down in the closest chair to him, he cocked an eyebrow.

"What?" she asked defensivly.

"Hmm, I just thought you would sit in the chair with me. It's big enough, and I really am not feeling well right now." He said innocently.

"Oh fine..." she said.

She then moved to sit in the chair with him. Her body was pressed up to his, and she could tell he was letting off pheremones to make her sleepy. She suddenly didn't feel like reading and she snuggled into the chair, and since he was so close, him. She blinked sleepily and closed her eyes. Just as she drifted off to sleep, she felt strong arms wrap around her cradling her small form, and a head rest on top of hers. The feeling of safety and of comfort was the last thing she felt as she fell into a comfortable sleep.

AN: Hey guys, I just wanted to let you know that I hate short chapters too, so I tried to write more in this one. Also, I loveeeee getting you guys's reviews, and I am super appriciative of the people who give ideas of their own. I would like some ideas for later in the story, so please, if you have any, I'll take them into consideration. Hope you all liked Chapter Four!

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