Hallo again! Here is my second fanfic, and I'm wondering which one I should go with. Please review and let me know if I should stay with this, "Dirty Snake (Freak in London), or both. Enjoy (I hope)!

DISCLAIMER: They're not my characters.

Draco saw the woman step out of the shower over his shoulder. Her short brown hair was plastered to her head and water rolled down her body. This was a sight that used to turn him on, but ever since her, it only reminded him of what he no longer had. A face appeared in his mind, and he closed his eyes. A petite woman with long, curly, dark auburn hair; eyes the color of chocolate (mmm, chocolate); a fine nose and proud chin; and smooth porcelain skin. This woman's eyes didn't just sparkle – they radiated warmth, trust, life... love. Draco felt a pang of longing. He loved waking up to this face. Just looking at her sent chills running down his back. He thought about what she looked like coming out of the shower, her eyes framed by long lashes covered in little water droplets... sparkling rainbows surrounding her eyes...

Draco opened his eyes to see two blue eyes looking into his. These eyelashes didn't hold water droplets; they stuck together. He couldn't have known as he had just met these eyes last night at a club. Suddenly, he noticed Blue Eyes (he could never remember their names) was talking to him. He decided to pay attention, just in case she was making plans involving him.

"- Grab something to eat, and then catch a show –"

"Nope. Not going to work," Draco interrupted. She looked surprised. "I'm leaving to go back to work tomorrow. I need to get my stuff ready. Now."

Blue Eyes looked hurt. "But, Draco – "

"Sorry," he lied. "Besides, I live in England. I'm not missing my flight because you wanted to spend time with me." It was another lie. Malfoys did not use Muggle contraptions like airplanes. Why fly when one can Apparate?

She lowered her eyes and whispered, "I see."

"About time. Now, if you please, I need to get going."

He walked out of the bathroom, adjusting his tie. Quickly pulling on his jacket, he threw down a generous handful of American money on top of her clothes, picked up his bag, and left. Draco felt a little better because he was pretty sure he had been rude enough to make her furious.

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Hermione was at work. She had been at the Ministry for just over a year, and was the youngest Auror in 137 years. Only two other people had time to care – Professor Dumbledore and Draco. No, scratch that. Draco didn't give a damn. That asshole didn't care about anyone except himself. She grew angry at herself for thinking about him again. All of a sudden, an inkbottle exploded, covering her hand and half of her desk in black. "Damn it!" she muttered. "Scourgify." The black ink disappeared, revealing her mahogany desk. "Reparo," she said at the inkbottle. The glass flew back together, uncovering a small carving in the corner of the desk. The eye of the serpent seemed to be glaring at her. "Oh, shit." As she watched, the eye turned green and began to glow. "Double shit." She pressed her fingers against another carving, this one of a star, and waited for Dumbledore to appear.

With a 'pop', Dumbledore Apparated to the chair in front of her desk. "Yes, Hermione?" he asked. She pointed at the serpent, now starting to slither into letters.

"D-T-H space E-T-R space G-R-M-L-D space P-L-C," Hermione spelled out. Dumbledore sighed. The serpent carving was now moving along the outer edge of the desk, moving faster and faster, quickly making its way towards the middle of the desk. Hermione looked up at Dumbledore, who nodded, and with a 'pop' was gone. Hermione stood up, grabbed her wand and cloak, and followed Dumbledore to Grimmauld Place.

A/N: So there you go. Any reviews welcome (please keep flames to a minimum). Thanks again!

-Kat