Here it is...(drumroll, please) CHAPTER 4!

I don't have a lot to say...but if you like this you may like Magical Marriage, my other story...although it's pretty different. Happy reading!

Disclaimer: 100% based off of J.K. Rowling :)

Hermione and Draco entered the door cautiously, seeing how harsh it had been when they were deciding their password.

"This is...nice." Hermione noted, trying to stay partly-civil to Malfoy, but definitely didn't want to become his "best friend".

"Yeah...nice. Which bedroom do you want?" Malfoy answered.

"It doesn't matter to me. Look, this one is green, do you want it?"

Draco looked confused. "Why would I want it?" He asked, purely confused.

"Well, it's...it's green, and I thought that was your favorite color, since you're a Slytherin."

Malfoy laughed. "That's complete nonsense. It's like saying that your favorite color is red, since you're in Gryffindor, or a Hufflepuff's favorite color is yellow."

"I guess...my favorite color is turquoise. So, which room do you want?"

"I'm indifferent."

"Okay. Can I, uh, take this one?" Hermione asked.

"Sure...do you really want the green one, though?" Draco questioned Hermione back.

"No, well yes - I'm going to use my wand to change it."

"Ahhh. Okay, I'll take the other one and I'll change it to fit my style, too."

Hermione nodded, and then went into her new bedroom. At the very least, Voldie had had some mercy and given all the couples different rooms. She quickly changed the paint color to a very pretty turquoise and took the silver drapes off of the large window. She then changed all of the furniture to a more girly sort of look and added a large clear chandelier that was NOT gaudy. Lastly, she exchanged the carpeted floors for beachy-feeling, worn down, hard-wood floors. She then took a moment to look out the window; she had chosen this room because of the view. It looked over the lake that was settled a little behind the Malfoy Mansion, and now this building.

After feeling satisfied with her work, Hermione decided to take a look around her floor. It was very big, with a large living room in the center. Off of that were her and Draco's rooms, two guest rooms, and a large bathroom with an attached jacuzzi and rain head shower; the floor in all was extremely luxurious. Hermione then ventured over to the kitchen, which was nice and big and had a large breakfast table with a window behind it that also looked out over the lake. The kitchen itself even had a small bar-height countertop to sit at with stools. Off of the kitchen was a dark blue dining room, with wondrous light green molding that reached the middle of the walls. Off of the dining room was a magnificent library, Hermione's dream library. It was even kind of hidden, because you really couldn't see the door since it blended into the molding in the dining room. She seated herself on the cozy red chairs, and started to think.

Draco was still shocked that he had gotten paired with Hermione. He loved her, and that was even more shocking to him. He had always hated her, but now he was suddenly deeply in love with her. It was hard to resist not telling her the truth.

As Hermione drifted off into the way of day-dream land, she started thinking about this crazy law. It was horrible that her and Draco were paired. I hate him. He hates me. We might as well just talk it out. We have to have two kids in the next two years, and that takes 18 months. We have 24 months. 6 months, so about 3 in between each kid.

Math soothed Hermione, and she quickly found herself in a world of algebra and dimensions and all. She shook herself awake, and then got up to go find Draco. They needed to talk this all out.

"Draco?" Hermione called.

"Come in." He answered, from his room.

Hermione anxiously opened the door to his room, which he hadn't changed at all yet. "I...I think we need to talk."

"Yeah, me too." Draco nodded.

"I hate you, Draco, and I need you to know that. But I want your help. I want you to help me try to escape." Hermione explained.

Draco gulped. Should he tell her that out of nowhere, he loved her? What would she say? "Ummm...are you sure?" He settled with.

"Seriously? No offense, but I don't want to hang out with you or anything! The faster, the better." Hermione laughed.

Draco looked hurt. "Right...ok."

"Draco, are you ok?" Hermione looked worried.

"Yeah...it's just..."

"Oh no." Hermione said calmly, panic rising. "Oh no. Oh no. OH NO. Please don't tell me you like me. I don't like you, Malfoy. I can't get attached. We'd end up having kids and then start fighting again. I can't. I just can't."

"Can't you try?" Draco realized he was admitting he liked her.

"No, I can't. I'm sorry."

"Fine, I'll help you. I'll give you a hint, if you try to like me. Take some time and just TRY. Just try to find some attraction for me."

"Ok."

"I'll tell you the information I know. You can't get out. It's not possible. They've got us locked up. Don't try to open the door. If you do, you'll be killed. Also, if we don't show affection for each other by tomorrow, they'd slaughter us like pigs. I'm dead serious."

Hermione looked terrified. "Thanks...Draco."

"Hermione." He nodded his head in return.

The two of them looked at each other, both terrified for what was to come.

I am SOOOOOOOOOO sorry I haven't written in so long. It stinks, I know. I seriously just get busy with all sorts of stuff and can't always write. I'm getting caught up though, I promise!