"Whomever decided to give humans the skill to predict should be sentenced to death," Draco muttered and Hermione laughed.

"Draco, you might be wrong," she said between giggles and he slapped her arm roughly.

"Hermione, this is serious!"

Hermione nodded, her eyes focused on the road. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Draco cross his arms over his chest and sulk. She smiled slightly, thinking about the many ways she could reassure him.

"I know you're serious, you're always dead serious… However, we can't just smudge away the bare facts: things like this just don't happen. It's like we're in a horror movie, which someone keeps on pausing, thus leaving us in the dark."

She lectured him on bits of logic, but he didn't mind. He just liked the sound of her voice, the way it somehow always soothed him.

"Yeah, horror movie," he muttered.

Hermione gave him a reprimanding glance as she ripped her keys from the car.

"Come on, you have some apologising to do," she told him, grabbing his arm and pulling him out of the car.


"Harry, Ron! Draco has some things to tell you!"

Draco blanched and covered Hermione's mouth, a comical expression on his face as he glanced around him.

Too late, Potter emerged, with a silver baseball bat clutched in his left hand.

"Oh? Now you want to say shit? Malfoy, I'm going to kill you!" he shouted and Hermione stepped between the two boys, her lips pursed into a scolding scowl at Harry.

"Harry, he merely wants to apologise," she said icily, and Harry sighed exasperatedly, setting down the bat.

"Fine, Malfoy, spit it out," he muttered, obviously wanting to bruise Draco.

Draco shrugged his shoulders, "I guess it's partially my fault that you were suspended, so my apologises…"

Hermione clapped her hands, gazing at Harry expectantly.

Harry gave a small groan and nodded in reply. "Apology accepted," he grumbled.


"Looking back at me, I can now see that I never got it right," Hermione sang as Draco sorted through his clothes.

"What I really meant to say is I'm sorry for the way I am. I never meant to be so cold, never meant to be so cold…"

"Crossfade?" Draco guessed, and Hermione smiled brightly at him.

"Yes, right!" she answered, and Draco chuckled softly.

"Wow, you're sure happy today," he said and Hermione sat on her dresser, smiling at him.

"I'm happy because you learned how to apologise, and that you're still here, and not in the ground," she said, and he smiled back at her.

"See if you can remember this song," he said, and Hermione raised an eyebrow at him.


"When you're taught through feelings… Destiny flying high above, all I know is that you can realise it--? Who is that?"

Draco gazed at the girl curiously, and saw her eyes light up again with realisation.

"Lacuna Coil's Swamped!" she said, and Draco smiled a genuine smile at her.

"It's just a melody that bleeds in me, hard to believe that I've let it go," they sang in pure harmony and chortled at the end.


Draco was 'sick.'

Hermione gave him a devious glance, deciding she had to wake him up.

Draco tossed feverishly, and Hermione stopped at the bed, leaning forward to gaze at his face, trying to see if he was acting or not. She reached out her hand and pressed the palm on his forehead, and pulled back, startled that Draco actually did have a fever.

"Oh God," she muttered.

Draco opened his sapphire orbs, and Hermione could see the pain clearly in them.

"Do you need some water? I think I can stay out of school to take care of you," she said softly, and Draco nodded, smiling slightly at her.

Hermione hurried down the stairs to the kitchen to grab some washcloths and a glass of water, wetting the cloths and ringing them out to they wouldn't drip on the carpet. She walked up the stairs slow enough to not spill the water, and she was still in her pyjamas, the huge black ones with a bunny's face on them, the bunny bright pink and bearing fangs.


She set down the cloths on the foot of the bed and pushed the glass to Draco's mouth, forcing him to drink the water down.

Draco finally swallowed some of the water, and Hermione set down the glass on her nightstand next to her alarm clock and pressed the back of her hand to Draco's cheek, and she still felt the heat, but he was becoming cooler.

"Do you feel a bit better?" she asked him, and he grabbed her hand that was still pressed against his cheek and interlaced his fingers with her own. Hermione bit her bottom lip, feeling her cheeks heat.

"I feel a bit hot," he choked out, and Hermione reached for the washcloths with her free hand and brushed back his bangs to place them on his forehead.

"You'll be all right, it's just a summer thing. Many people get fevers," she said, and Draco brought her hand to his lips, kissing her fingers. Hermione closed her eyes and placed her head on something firm-- his chest-- she realised, and Draco released a long groan. Hermione opened her eyes to gaze up at him, her chocolate curls tousled and messy.

Draco's icy sapphire eyes were gazing into her honey-brown ones, and he smiled at her, releasing her fingers. Hermione had to prevent herself from groaning in disappointment to her surprise, and Draco leaned forward, and Hermione pushed the washcloth back to his forehead when it landed on Draco's lap.

Draco smiled drowsily at her and murmured, "Are you an angel? I don't see your wings, where are they, you bushy-haired beauty?"

Hermione inhaled softly, Draco's left hand cupped her chin and pulled her face up to his, claiming her lips with no kindness at all, and Hermione gasped, surprised at his intensity.

He has a fever, he isn't thinking straight, she told herself, but she didn't pull away, because part of her enjoyed his roughness.


"Oh well, guess she's late," Ginny said to Lavender, and Paravati scowled.

"She's probably with Malfoy," Lavender said with a shrug and Ginny almost had stars in her eyes.

"Oh, don't they look so good together?" she asked dreamily, and Paravati waved a petite hand over her face.

"Ginny, we better be going," she said, and Ginny blinked, forcibly kicked out of her dreamland.

"Ok, I just hope she's having a good time," she said quietly and followed her friends inside to class.


"Draco, stop," her words were muffled against his lips, and he abruptly pulled away from her, the hurt shining in his eyes.

"You aren't an angel, are you? You're a bloody fallen angel…" he muttered, running a pale hand through her chocolate tresses.

"Fallen angel?" she asked softly, her voice squeaking.

"Yeah. You were once one of the Light ones, but now you've fallen," he said softly, his sapphire eyes glazed over.

"Draco, are you all right?" she asked him, reaching out her right hand to feel his cheek.

"Fallen… No, I can still see a glimmer in your eyes," he muttered, more to himself than her, and Hermione furrowed her brows in worry.

"A glimmer? Draco, you need to rest your head a bit," she said, and he crept forward, gazing into her chocolate eyes, his face blank.

"Glimmering hope," he murmured, and Hermione felt her heart pound as he leaned forward. He brushed his lips against her forehead and she blushed a deep red as he kissed her skin down to her mouth, claiming her lips even harsher than before.

Hermione was lost in his sapphire eyes, and she leaned forward, kissing him back gently, pressing her forehead to his, and she closed her eyes slowly.

Draco finally pulled back from her, gasping for air. Hermione placed her head on his chest, wrapping her arms around him, feeling safe in his arms.



"Mum! Take a step to your left!"

Hermione laughed and sidestepped just in time to avoid a chandelier falling on her head.

"Emma, stop abusing your skills," Draco said from behind a book, and Hermione smiled, shaking her head.

"Dad, it's fun!" she giggled, her platinum curls moving with her.

Draco rolled his eyes, Hermione sat down beside him on the couch, smiling at him, while their daughter was having fun breaking things.

"I like your plot idea, but there's just one thing missing," Draco murmured to her, and she saw his mischievous grin.

"What's missing then, Draco?" she mirrored his grin, and he closed the book with a flourish and pinned her hands over her head with such speed that she barely had time to gasp when he claimed her lips.

"The blond hero," he murmured, pulling his face from hers, kissing her forehead softly.

The end?

Hi, you guys… I know, it's short, but I needed to finish this story.

I originally planned this to be a long fic, but I had no other ideas… Please don't kill me! I'll continue LAO when my beta tells me I can! I swear!