Let's go on! And I don't own any of the song lyrics I used. Thanks for reviewing, soccerisawesome19 and HaleyBlack'Cile'coldfire.

Over the next few weeks, things continued as I expected. Draco adapted to the world of Muggle things swiftly, and even seemed to appreciate them. A few days after Draco had mentioned getting his wand, I thought about it, and less than a day later, two wands lay in the same place as the Invisibility Cloak had, this time with a note from my OC and all of her friends:

Stay strong, girl! Hope he's not giving you as much grief as the boy on your pages! Oh, and the other wand is for you. No matter what he thinks of you as a person, one pureblood will always help another – that is, if they're not already rivals. F.J xxx

PS: The others each want to add a sentence...

H.P: Hope my cloak went to good use, and don't take any crap from him!

R.W: Fern's probably the only one missing him here, so tell him that none of us want him back, or anything...

H.G: You'll know how to handle him if you wrote him – just remember that he's all from you.

So I had to deal with that, too. Draco and I did watch the two Deathly Hallows films. He actually seemed more interested, because this was something he knew nothing about. When it got to the Harry/Hermione dance, he commented "I always thought those two made a good couple. Even though I don't like either of them."

"They're not together." I told him. "Didn't you know? Hermione's with Ron and Harry's with Ginny."

"Wait, Potter's dating the Weasel's little sister?" Draco said. "That is so weird! So where's she, then?"

"Hogwarts. It's just those three on the run."

Draco still shared my bed every night. I stopped minding, even when the weather got warmer and it got a little too warm in the bed.

As time passed, we discovered that we could move further away from each other, the bond between us as writer and character becoming less defined. Draco didn't have to tag along with me to everything any more. He still used the Invisibility Cloak, though, usually to give me a shock.

I all but begged Draco to teach me magic when his wand came back, along with mine. I didn't know how that wand could have chosen me, but the note coming with it assured me that on the page and in my head, it was definitely mine. He only taught me a few basic charms, though. I'd soon mastered Wingardium Leviosa and Petrificus Totalus (not that I used it), but not much else. Still, I had some fun using the swish and flick wave, and as a result, making my books or photo album fly.

It seemed that, even in a world where magic didn't exist, getting the right tools made things happen. Although, I had to wonder why real magic worked for me, when I couldn't think of anything strange that had happened in which I could have been performing accidental magic.

Speaking of magic, there were powerful forces at work. At a psychic's comedy show the year before, the psychic had told me that I made too many decisions with my heart. I didn't know whether to take that seriously, since it was supposed to be humourous, but he also could read a card I'd written on without opening it to see what I'd written.

Now, it seemed my heart was messing with my head. I'd always had that huge crush on Draco. Although he seemed to enjoy annoying me, he was nowhere near as bad as I knew he could be. And if I was going to make another reference to something related to the world he'd come from, I thought I'd been falling in love, falling in love, falling in love...with Draco Lucius Malfoy. OK, so maybe I wasn't in love with him yet, but it would've taken only a bit more liking for him before it became total love.

I didn't know for sure, but I thought that either he knew, or he liked me the same way. When we were in my bed at nights, he still liked to play with my hair, or stroke it. A few times, he trailed a hand from the top of my spine to my tail-bone to make me shiver, but it also felt kind of nice.

And speaking of hair, he'd sometimes look at my hair and say "Is that the best you can do? Look, I'll do it. I'm not leaving this house with you if you're happy looking like that all day." He experimented with different hairstyles, and they always looked perfect. Maybe he only did it because of keeping up appearances. But he could just pull my hair back into a neat ponytail or something. Plus, whenever he did my hair, he was always really gentle with it.

Draco stopped having to go to uni with me. He produced forged references and things out of nowhere, and got a part time job at the local mall – it didn't sound like much, but he told me that if he did OK on the job he was doing there now - "And any moron could do that" - he might well get promoted.

But one day when he wasn't working, I heard him talking to someone. "So I've got everything? Done it right? I thought I had, after all, it was my best – oh, she's just come in...sure, I'll keep you owled."

I decided not to ask, assuming he'd found a way to contact the world he'd come from.

It was only after taking my iron tablet when I found out what he was doing. I always dissolved the tablet and drank it with juice. So I put some hot water in with the tablet and left it alone for a few minutes, before putting the juice in and drinking it.

Still, nothing seemed different until a few minutes later. I was reclining on the couch, reading a Jodi Picoult book called Between The Lines that had a strange likeness to what was happening to me now. I wasn't paying any attention to anything around me, until two hands landed on my shoulders.

"What the hell?" I shrieked.

"Sorry, couldn't resist." Draco said, sounding amused. He was obviously wearing the invisibility cloak. "You just looked so in your own world. Did I scare you?"

"A bit." I said involuntarily. I gasped, wondering why I hadn't said my usual scoff of "Like you could."

"Please tell me I didn't say that out loud." I muttered.

"Oh, you did." Draco pulled off the invisibility cloak, with that sexy smirk on his face that gave him that bad-boy charm. He stood over me. "I'll explain why in a minute. I just wanted to ask you, do you, by any chance, think the same way as Swish and Flick in that song about me?"

"Yes." I said, again involuntarily. "I mean..." I floundered, trying to come up with something else. For some reason, I had to struggle to cover up. "Not the Dark Mark line, or..." I came up with at last.

"That's only because you've already seen it." Draco said. He thrust a piece of paper at me. "If you see yourself as 'I' and 'you' as me – that one only in some cases – would you think these thoughts?"

He'd written a bunch of lines from songs on YouTube, with plenty of lines from the actual song Draco Malfoy at the top. They were the only ones who had him in second person. All the others referred to him in third person.

I want you to deflower me.

I love the way you talk with your sexy British drawl.

You're the hottest boy in Slytherin, you make me go wild with your come-hither grin.

I want you even more.

Like the Patronus charm, I'll be your protection, just as long as you give me affection.

I'll be your most devoted witch.

I love Draco and he's all right.

Take any boy, just keep your hands off Malfoy...just keep your freaking hands off Malfoy.

I'm hoping that Draco knows that I'm in love with him.

In marriage I'll be really wealthy.

I won't wear too many clothes, cause Draco's not too fond of those.

Draco's my type, I love the guy.

I looked up, and my voice spoke without my consent. "Yes, except for the one about marriage."

I wasn't sure if it was possible for Draco to smirk any more. "Well, well, well, it seems that the author has fallen in love."

"Are you going to tell me why I keep involuntarily answering your questions with complete tru – oh." It became clear in a flash, and I scowled. "How did you get that?"

Draco shrugged. "You mean the Veritaserum? I managed to contact my world, and being a Malfoy, I have connections. A friend of mine gave it to me. I just slipped it in your juice. Pretty easy, really."

"And to think I trusted you!" I fumed. "How could you?"

Draco flopped down next to me and took my face in his hands. I knew what would happen next, and I was powerless to stop it.

He kissed me.

For a moment, the world dropped away as the pureblooded Slytherin wizard kissed me. He tasted almost sweet, and our lips moulded together as if they always belonged together – not that any other boys' lips would have felt the same way of course.

When we finished, Draco finally said. "I just wanted to make sure that you thought about me the same way I thought about you."

As the effects of the kiss wore away, I started to scowl again. "Well, Draco Malfoy, Veritaserum was not the way to do it! I'm going to my room, and don't talk to me until I say you can!" I walked off to my room, hoping to get over my hurt pride, embarrassment, and also to get my feelings sorted out.

I always planned for me and Draco to start a relationship, but the fact that Draco was able to get hold of Veritaserum was a spur-of-the-moment type thing. Tell me what you think in your review!