The Lord and Lady\'s Veelas

Pairings: Draco/Draco
Warnings: no lemony goodness, masturbation.
Summary: Draco and Harry awaken after their Liebzeit, and deal with the outcome of who their mate will be. Hermione also awakens, and heads off to her track meet, slightly disorientated.


The Morning After


I sat up in my decadent bed, a pile of sweating and magnetized flesh, gasping for breath. It was dark in my room, save for a candle that levitated magically by my bedside. Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried to register what the hell had happened, but thoughts proved useless as the throbbing piece of flesh between my legs took precedent. ‘holy fucking LORD’. My eyes shot to my private bath chambers, and without hesitance, brought my rubbery legs out from their soaked-silk coverings and made a mad stumble to the bathroom.

Once there, I delved into my pre-drawn bath-that strangely smelled of a musky red wine, and lowered my still shaking hand to my engorged member. ‘I don’t even remember having a hard-on this hard…in forever! Ahhgg, but why the Mudblood?!’ I cursed, and tentatively touched the head, and sucked in a breath of air through my teeth.

I took a firm grip of ‘Johnny Staff’, and closed my eyes, and almost immediately an image of Hermione’s golden body came to mind. I began rubbing absentmindedly as I thought of her long supple legs, that ass that looked like two pieces of a bubble-and my stokes became harder as I moaned aloud. I had always been an ass man-nothing had riled me up as much before. I loved nothing more than two cheeks that I could grasp and hold on to for the ride. Nothing but lips, and lord did she have lips. Large, full, and begging to be kissed.

In my mind, I saw her lowering herself to her knees, as her dark chocolate eyes traced over my torso in obvious desire. My breathing hinged, and I saw her lick her lips in anticipation. I thrust my hips towards ‘Dream Hermione’, and sucked in a haggard breath as I saw her take me in to her warm orifice. My strokes became harder, and breathing shallower. In my mind, ‘Dream Hermione’ was moaning as she trailed one needy hand down across her tight nipple, and lightly caressed her stomach, only to delve her hand to her aching wetness. My balls tightened, and I groaned with the knowledge that I’d cum soon.

My pace and breath quickened, as I watched ‘Dream Hermione’ frantically fingering herself with one hand, her other one fondling my balls as her mouth worked my cock fervently. She was moaning, her chest heaving as she earnestly rubbed her diamond-hard nipples against me, her eyes dark with lust. I choked on my breath, and my body stilled, and then quaked as my orgasm hit me. It was pure bliss for the expanse of two second, and then I keeled over in pain.

My eyes widened as I saw blood mix with my cum as it came out of my now painfully aching cock, and my senses screamed with a cold and painful dread. I grasped the side of the pool for support as my orgasm continued to empty into my ruined bath, and gasped for breath as pins of pain assaulted my skin. As the waves of pain subsided, I brought my head up and took in my surroundings.

Everything else seemed so warm and normal, but I was a quivering mass of cold yet again. Swallowing deep, and running a yet again shaky hand through my hair, I slowly hoisted myself out of the ruined bath. I tried to stand, but nearly fell in, sea legs and all, had it not been for the onyx towel holder I had insisted upon installing.

Giving a small smile at the thought of that tantrum, I stood still, hoping for my strength to return. After five minutes of just standing and taking calming breaths, I felt strong enough to towel myself off.

“What the hell was with the blood and pain in my orgasm?” I muttered to myself, and worked my silver towel up my legs. I stopped for a minute and regarded them. Hairless. ‘Would Hermione like hairless legs? Ahrg! Stop it. Don’t think about her. Don’t want another ‘happy’, do you?’ I asked myself scoldingly as my cock twitched at the thought of her name. Once dry, I slowly walked over to the mirror in the bathroom.

I haunted face stared me back. I suppose anyone’d be haunted too if they discovered their mate-to-be was the one they couldn’t possibly have. I ran another hand through my hair, which was cut in a ‘chili-bowl/roman-bowl’ cut that Pansy had insisted I looked absolutely cute in. Personally, I’d like it a little longer. ‘What exactly would Pansy say when she discovered who my mate was? We’re both purebloods and know the consequences of this. I wonder what father would say for that matter’ At this thought my body stilled, and I swallowed.

What seemed like eons passed, and I nodded my head resolutely. I would tell father tomorrow, and we’ll work it out. He and mother wouldn’t abandon their only heir. With that thought in mind, I turned away from the mirror, and set off to bed again. There was a way, and I only needed to discover it.


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“Hermione?” I moaned, as my conscience seemed to mend itself together. Feeling slowly returned to the rest of my body, as my heart pounded relentlessly. My eyes shot open, and I saw the image of Mrs. Weasley looking down to me. I brought a trembling hand to my throbbing head, and realized embarrassingly that it wasn’t the only head that was throbbing. Suddenly awake, I brought my knees up to my torso as I struggled to sit up.

“Hey, hey now. Quit moving so much-you’ll only hurt yourself. Now that you’re awake, we can discuss some things.” she was saying, but I couldn’t help but turn away as my eyes narrowed in my fight to control my sudden arousal. Unbiddenly, my hand began to travel downwards to a needy part of my anatomy.

“And you really, do not want to masturbate, Harry.” Mrs. Weasley warned, blushing madly to her red locks. My hand stilled in its place on my cock, and I looked down then away as I blushed madly. ‘Was I just about to whack off in front of my best friends’ mother?’ I asked myself angrily, and bit the inside of my lip.

“I know you really want to relieve yourself, but due to the…Veelan…circumstances, you cannot without help of your mate. If you do, upon coming to an orgasm, you will feel intense pain. And bleed from your penis.” She added when she saw the look of skepticism on my face. I grimaced, and forced thoughts of getting rid of my erection out of my mind as I listened to her intently. She smiled as she realized she had my full attention, and continued,

“Harry, I’m going to fetch Tonks, Remus, Fleur and Charlie. They will be your secret keepers for the task, and I’ll send something to eat after you all are finished.” Then she stood up, dusted off her skirt, and began heading toward the cherry oak door.

“Wait! Why would I need a secret keeper? And what task?!” I bellowed, suddenly panicking. She just chuckled and replied,

“Well the secret keepers will know your mate, and the task is getting the lady in question. Seeing as you didn’t grow up with the knowledge of your heritage,” at this I felt a rise of anger “you will need extra help in understanding your nature. That’s what they’ll do.” And then she left.

My hands began clasping and unclasping my sheets as I became deep in thought. ‘Why can’t anyone know I’m a Veela? And why did they hide this from me for so long? Had I known of this particular trait, I could have done something-anything to prepare myself. Does Hermione even like me as a friend anymore?’

“Harry?” Fleur’s mellifluous voice intoned, as I caught a glimpse of her white-gold hair coming through the door. I let go of my pristine white, standard cotton sheets and steeled myself.


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‘That has got to be the weirdest dream I ever dreamt…including the one with pink rats and street preachers….’ I thought to myself as I regarded my reflection in the mirror. My dark brown curls were frizzy once again, and the earlier cold sweat I had endured proved to be vengeful, as it had matted a bunch of the curls against my head. Rolling my eyes, I disrobed and turned on the shower to the hottest temperature possible.

Upon seeing the steam rise in the shower, I stepped in, and drew in a harsh breath as the scalding water assaulted my skin. My stomach clenching, as it always did when I took these cleansing showers, I moved directly under the showerhead’s spray and began to rinse my hair. I liked these hot showers, despite my early apprehension. I feel so much cleaner afterwards, and I seem to clean my hair better this way.

Turning my back away from the shower head, I grabbed some of “Madame Zabriel’s Hair Replenisher for Dry Frizzy Hair” shampoo, and worked my waist length hair into a furious lather. I closed my eyes and smiled as I reached my scalp and gave myself a massage. If there was one kryptonite to me, it had to be massages.

“Hermione, hurry your ass up in there or I’ll be late for my pedicure! I’ll get your father to unhinge this door if I have to!” my stepmother number 3 shouted. I rolled my eyes and snorted as I brought my head under the showerhead.

“Sure, if you want to brave him when he’s woken up from his alcohol-induced slumber.” I retorted, and I could just see her thin lips tighten as she blanched. I smirked from underneath the showerhead as she let out an unintelligible shout, and worked my hair from the shampoo. Bunches of bubbles gathered at my feet, and I listened to the blue jay chirp from outside the bathroom’s broken window.

Father never fixed the window, justifying with a “How else will the bathroom ventilate on chili night?” I snorted at the memory, and worked a complete therapy conditioner (via Madame Zabriel) into my recovering hair. I lathered up a loofa, and rubbed its scentless soap all over me. I came to my legs and relished in their smoothness. I had laser electrolysis the year before, and hadn’t regretted it since; no more nasty razors. The only hair left on my body happened to be a finely arched set of eyebrows, my long eyelashes, hair atop my head, and a cute heart of pubic hair.

I rinsed my hair, and turned off the cooling shower. I squeezed out what little water I could from my hair, and stepped out of the shower stall. I grabbed a worn out gray towel, and dried off my body, grimacing as I felt my stomach rumble. ‘Guess I forgot dinner last night.’ I grumbled to myself, and I pulled my still wet hair into a ponytail, and dressed into a sports bra, black track t-shirt-that read “Northview Summer Runner”, my typical bikini style white cotton panties, and then my shorts. I brushed my teeth, and regarded myself once more. Hair was in place, and my skin looked a tad healthier.

Sighing, I exited the bathroom, but stopped myself from stepping on the newest collection of beer glass fragments on the floor. Rolling my eyes, I backed up and made a running leap into my bedroom (which was conveniently place a little to the left, but across from the bathroom). Once there I looked at the clock and winced. It was 8:44, and the meet started at 9:00. The meet was four miles from my house. I bit my lip, and raced to put on my socks and shoes, and set off in a sprint to the meet. If only my body alarm clock was working like it normally did…


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“Father, mother…we have to discuss certain things about my mate to be.” I said bluntly, after sitting down to my breakfast. My mother looked up at me in surprise-as I preferred to sleep in, and my father just raised a carefully manicured brow expectantly.

“First things first…. Who would you side with? Your son and only heir, or, with a deranged halfblood?” I asked, and nonchalantly moved my scrambled eggs around my plate. Mother’s fork clattered to her plate, and out of the corner of my eye I saw father’s knuckles turn white on his cane. ‘Great.’

“Why…Draco…why ask such a thing?” my mother asked, and I looked at her with my most sincerest gaze. Her face was white as her mind was whirling. I took a bite of the cold eggs, and once I swallowed I replied,

“Because if I am to disclose who my mate will be, I must first need to know who my allies are.” Mother looked taken aback, and she turned to father for help. He was just sitting there, his eyes boring into me until he stated,

“Have we ever given you a doubt as to who we care for? We joined Voldemort for your mother’s sister, Bellatrix. Crazy little bint fell for a married mudblood. He wouldn’t return the bond, so she killed him. Drank unicorn’s blood to keep herself from dying. Of course we’d support our deranged son in his quest to become bonded with his mudblooded mate.” I glared, and retorted,

“So whose side are you on?”

“Yours.” My mother whispered, and a few tears cascaded down her cheeks. She brought a handkerchief to her cheeks and patted them dry as she gave me a small smile. I breathed out a sigh of relief, and resisted the urge to comfort her. Now it was time for the next step.

“Father, would you know anything about how a male Veela would go about courting the Golden Trio’s famed femme fetale?”


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I sighed heavily and tossed the quaffle up into the air, then snatched it mid-fall again. Surveying the Weasley clan in the air, I held a grim smile. ‘What would they say? I can’t keep it from Ginny-let alone Ron. How will they react?’

“Aye, Ron, Gin! Come down for a sec!” I shouted, and grasped the quaffle firmly, feeling its fine leather texture underneath my fingertips. If there was one good thing about being a Veela, it had to be the increased sense. From where I stood, I could hear Ginny whispering to Ron,

“What do you think it is? He hasn’t been acting right since the party….” That was a good mile up in the air. It’s funny what details you miss as a human and don’t even realize. It’s like being quite hard of hearing, and then suddenly hearing everything around you.

“Aye Harry, what’s wrong mate?” Ron asked, and I couldn’t help but redden at the word ‘mate’. I shuffled my feet nervously and turned around as I beckoned to them with my hand.

“Let’s go somewhere quieter to talk.” I said and led them to the other side of the house. This side held the garden full of gnomes, so as I sat down, I started tossing them over my shoulder. They followed apprehensively in suit, as they shared a look of worry.

“Do you know what happened last night?” I asked bluntly, picking up a particularly fat and angry gnome. I gave him a look of disgust when he bit my thumb and tossed him into the sky.

“You fell ill, and needed to rest.” Ron said plaintively, and Ginny rolled her eyes as she flipped her hair flirtatiously.

“No, I bet he was just feeling upset after what Cho did. The bint needs to learn manners, don’t you think, Harry?” Ginny asked, and this time Ron rolled his eyes. ‘Cho? Oh yeah…what’ll I do with her?’

“Not exactly. Look, what I say cannot be spread around. Do you understand?” I asked, and they shared another look as they nodded slowly. I breathed out a sigh, and started from the beginning, and ended with my meeting with my secret keepers. Ginny, for some odd reason, was infuriated.
“What do you mean she’s your mate! I bet someone put a spell on you…this cannot be true!” she ranted, and I could almost see the steam pouring out of her ears.

“No one put a spell on me. I’m going to need all the help I can get to be back on her good graces. Are you going to help me or not?” I asked, my patience wearing thin. I was fine before, but as Ginny had continued to rant about Hermione, I had begun to lose my patience and was flustered. ‘How can she have such and affect on me?’

“I’m with you mate…er…pal?” Ron said, and blushed. It was quite comical, really, and I had a hard time trying to hold back a smile. I turned to an angry Ginny expectantly, and she sighed with a roll of her eyes.

“Fine. Just don’t expect me to be nice to the bint is all.” She said dejectedly, and I smiled. Maybe, once I became Hermione’s friend once again, it can be like old times. Then I’ll court her and all will be good in the world-aside from Voldemort at least.


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“That’s five minutes late, Granger!” my coach yelled at me, his red mottled skin not holding his anger well. I was panting for breath by the time I had gotten there, and was seeing colors due to lack of oxygen and muchly needed water.

“Get to your starting mark, and be ready for your 400 meter sprint.” Coach said, and I gave him a bewildered look as he looked at me expectantly. Exhaling, I grabbed a cup of water off the table and raced to the track. Spotting my placement I jogged to it-my chest still heaving with exertion. The other runners cast me a dirty look, and I focused on hearing the firing shot. Our names were called, and then the gun man fired.

I set off, my legs pumping to stay ahead of the pack. The girl in blue, who was from Unity Christian was running neck-n-neck with me. Inhaling deeply, I pushed harder and managed to gain more distance on her. A few seconds passed and she was at my side once more. Narrowing my eyes with concentration, I pushed will all I had. The exertion paid off as I finished a meter ahead of her.

Parents supporting Northview cheered restlessly, and I limped off to my team’s benches. Leanna Willis glared at me from underneath her perfect platinum ponytail, her pristine dull green eyes shinning.

“Way to be a part of the team. You could have cost us the championship.” Leanna spat
venomously, her lip curling into a sneer. A few of her mindless ‘friends’ nodded in agreement, and one of her would-be boy toys jumped in.

“Granger looked a little Grunge-y this morning. Anything happen last night that you’d like to share?” Jaime Hallock intoned, batting his eyes innocently as his buddies chortled with laughter. Another friend of his patted his back and added,

“She may be loud, but she hasn’t been able to make a peep after last night.” There was more laughter. I ground my teeth, and kept my perfectly masked features set on the team’s track chart. I was up in ten minutes for an 800-meter. After that were a few other sprints and marathons. Looking for the ten-kilometer runners, I rolled my eyes as I spotted Leanna’s name. Figured. Looking down at my watch, I decided I had enough time to grab something to eat before things got too heated.

Looking at the choices at the concession stand (only two choices-too much sugar or too much salt) I opted for a big and salty pretzel. I finished the salty goodness just in time for my 800-meter, and finished in first-with no sign of the Unity Christian girl.

I hung back and walked around the track when it wasn’t my turn to run as I tried to keep up on my fluids. The others on the team either ignored me or made snide comments as I passed. The comments didn’t bother me that much anymore. The only hard part was biting my tongue for the remarks I wanted to make. Finally, I was walking by the coach after the five-kilometer run, and he called me over.

“Fantastic job Granger, you’re running like a real man…er” at this he stopped and looked flustered as he corrected himself, “Woman, I mean, and you haven’t let me down once. Except for being late, but that’s all in the past. I’m making you run the ten-kilometer in about eight minutes.” He finished, and Leanna shot to us like a raging bullet.

“What! But I’m the ten-kilometer runner! We’ve only got one slot!” she protested immediately, and I shrank back to keep out of the conflict. I’m no coward by any means, but I do know when my nose is to be kept out of things.

“Willis! Get back on the bench! I’m the coach here. Go and throw a javelin or something.” Coach scolded, his Swedish face mottled red again. I rolled my eyes, and stood there catching my breath.

“But I’m the long distance runner! This is SO not fair!” she whined, and I resisted the urge to clean my ears out from the squeak. Coach put his meaty hands on his chunky hips, his face totally red with anger, and yelled,

“Willis! On the bench or off the team!” Leanna pouted, and casted a glare at me as she walked away. I made my way to the track once more, and spotted the Unity Christian girl. She was talking to a friend of hers and gesturing wildly. She seemed to spot me, and the other girl turned around. I was stunned by the resemblance I saw from one girl to the other.

Both had minky dark brown hair, huge brown almond shaped eyes, full lips, voluptuous build, and athletic legs and arms. Both were glaring at me. ‘Great. Twins. And the sibling rivalry has been put on hold to take me down.’

“Hi. My name’s Hermione. You ran quite well earlier.” I said politely, getting into my place and doing some stretches. The Unity Christian girl (whose sister’s team was named Kenowa Hills across her yellow t-shirt) simply snorted.

I raised a brow to her and intoned,

“I’m sorry, did I do something wrong?”

“You took my medal.” She spat, and her sister nodded sympathetically.

“I didn’t take anything. I won first place in all my races though.” I said nonchalantly, and resumed a runners position as the gun man came to the starting line. The Kenowa Hills girl glared at me and whispered,

“Well let’s see who the real runners are.” Not two seconds after that, the gun was fired, and we were off. The Unity Christian girl, Kenowa Hills girl, and I stayed neck-n-neck until we hit the 9-kilometer mark. I wasn’t used to running this long and this hard consecutively. I casted a look to my two rivals, and noted they were in just as bad physical condition as I was.

I pushed harder, and so did they. We were on our last lap when I began seeing dots of colors dance before my eyes. Swallowing anything I could in my dry mouth, I raked a set of nails across my arm in attempt to stay awake and running. The pain jolted me, but the action had given them enough time to get ahead of me.

I pushed with all I had, and got a meter in front of them as we were nearing the finish line. They then appeared right next to me, and in a few seconds were ahead. I finished in 3rd place out of eight. They tied. Gasping for breath, I stumbled over to the water cooler and shakily grasped a paper cup.

“Ugh! If only they had let me run, we would have won!” Leanna’s voice boomed from my team’s benches. I gulped down my water and poured some more, then slid down the wall next to the table. Her voice was becoming louder-or so I noticed in the back of my mind as I sipped water and ignored the dizziness that threatened to overwhelm me.

“Shut your mouth Leanna! She was our best shot at winning, and you know it.” I heard my coach’s voice yell out, and I opened an eye to see him yelling into her face. I smiled softly, and some of my unease vanished.

“That was some good running, yes?” Mr. Zimmerman asked, coming to sit down next to me. I gave my old German employer a smile, and nodded weakly.

“All but at the end.” I admitted, and sipped my water. He gave me a clearly doubting look, and shook his head.

“Ah liebchen, nein. That is not right. I saw the other girls who won…the ones in blue and yellow?” he questioned, and I nodded in agreement. He then continued,

“Yes, yes. They only ran about once or twice before. Their family is big in the sports circles. They’re about eighteen…unlike someone else I know.” He said, with a dangerously familiar twinkle in his eye. I looked down at my near empty cup and sighed.

“I lie about my age in the wizarding world; why not lie in the muggle?” I asked and he patted my hand.

“Because I cannot have you lying to me, you understand?” he said, and I gave a small smile. I didn’t have any friends, but it was still good to have a surrogate Dutch uncle hanging around. I sighed as I shakily stood, and went to Coach, who was handing out ribbons and the like.

“Here you go Hermione, great job today. Just don’t show up late.” Coach said with a content smile (somehow we managed enough points to be in second place for all conferences), and he gave me thirteen blue ribbons and one green. I turned around and joined Mr. Zimmerman as we walked to his store-however corny the name-Die Über Subs.

“I wanted to thank you, for helping my grand-niece get ready for wizarding school. She was elated when she fit in with the first years last year.” Mr. Zimmerman said proudly, and I gave a small smile in return.

“It was no problem, really. Just had to tell her what to say and what not to say. She cannot-without harmful repercussions-let on about her muggle heritage. She will not lie to them, but perhaps it is best not to let on.” I said, speaking mostly from experience…


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“My name’s Draco by the way. What’s yours?” the blonde haired boy asked, and held out his hand. I had struck up a conversation with the boy and we seemed to click right away. I grasped his hand with mine and replied.

“Hermione. Hermione Granger.” I said, and shook his hand. His brow rose.

“I haven’t heard that surname before. Where are you from?” he asked curiously. I had smiled naively and replied,

“Well I guess that’s because I’m new to this. I mean I’m just now learning about the wizarding world.” His eyes widened.

“You mean you’re muggle-born? A Mudblood!?” he spat and backed away. I raised my head defiantly in confusion.

“I’m not born into magic parents if that’s what you mean.” And it all went down-hill from there.


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“You okay-you looked a little spaced for a minute.” Mr. Zimmerman asked, his brow furrowing in confusion. I shook my head nonchalantly and retorted,

“Must be the lack of sugar. I only had a pretzel to eat and forgot about dinner last night.” He shook his head as he let out a dramatic sigh.

“Hermione, ‘Mione, ‘Mione…. You know better! You’re a growing girl and need meat on them bones! Just imagine how many more boys will be chasing you afterwards!” he enthused, and I reminded myself as of why he was homosexual. He had no taste in girls. None. Whatsoever.

“More? I never even got one..wait..okay, I got one to chase me. But that was it.” I conceded, and he smiled wide.

“Yes, and now you just need to open up a little more, and you could have another. And another!” he enthused once more, and I shook my head as we reached his shop, and he opened up the door.

The shop was empty, and the lights had only just been turned on by me. He pushed me to a raised red stool, and threw a towel over his shoulder.

“So what’re you having?” he asked, and I smiled back. Same old jargon.

“What’re ya’ buyin?” I asked, and he laughed.

“I suppose you’ll have your usual then.” He said and I nodded. He went about preparing my sub, a one footer with roast beef, pepperoni, garlic baloney, pepper jack cheese, cheddar cheese, lettuce, pickles and jalapeños. It was my favorite, to say in the least.

Once the feast was put out in front of me, I began to chow down. He then presented an envelope, which I pointedly ignored-thinking it was my last pay check. I finished off my sandwich, very full, and opened up the envelope as he opened up shop. Inside was my regular pay check along with a receipt. It was for a week paid in full at the Leaky Cauldron for room and board. Surprised, I shouted to him,

“You planning on spending some time in Diagon Alley?” He came back from the back room and smiled.

“No, you are. You’re fired. Literally. Now go have fun and be a kid in the wizarding world. You got a week of paid vacation.” Mr. Zimmerman mock-scolded and I looked at the paycheck once more. It was triple the amount I usually got.

“Mr. Zimmerman, I can’t accept this! I’m no charity case!” I protested loudly, to which he retorted with a,

“Neither is my grand-niece. Consider it a early Birthday present, seeing as I won’t be able to send anything good then.” I shook my head, and, determined to have the last word, retorted,

“Now I’m gonna have to come and help you on Spring Break. Thanks a lot Mr. Zimmerman.”


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A/N: Phew! Okay..No…More…Long…CHAPTERS! I want Hermione and the boys to begin interaction, but I need this done with first. I’m not trying to make Hermione a Mary-sue, and I’m sorry if you got that impression. She will have her faults, because she is no saint. I was just trying to show the contrasts of their backgrounds. Draco had decadence, Harry had a homey life, and Hermione has had it rough-n-tough. It was suppose to shape their character and how they deal with things later on. *shrugs* I promise a Hary-Hermione-Draco interaction next chapter. HOPEFULLY that one won’t turn out as long

cold1-Will be explained soon enough. Got the idea from Mistress Vamp’s Hot Chocolate Dreams & Caramel Fantasies.

Mgrossi-I hoped I explained my point of view/explanation in my A/N, I really wasn’t trying for a Mary Sue.

Vblum12- Thanks for the encouragement…To be honest though, I don’t know where I’m taking the story, so feedback is ALWAYS good.

HappilyJadded-*laughs* That’s where it looks like it will be going, but I’m not sure as of yet. Your vote does count though.

Cindy-You’re awesome!