Author's Note: I'm very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, sorry! I had meant to update. I would sit on my ruddy bum day by day and think-- what can I write? Yet, I had training for tennis and had to get my grades back up. But, here it is and expect a new story up in the next to weeks! Love you all!

Nemo Autem Mei Amor

Chapter Eleven

"It can't be undone Mr. Malfoy, as I've told you thrice already," she said, pouring the tea for the Malfoy before sitting down before him. She poured her own tea after, seating herself lazily onto the couch. She knew grey eyes were watching her seriously and would refuse to even budge until she told him how exactly his son had gotten into this predicament, whether or not it was for concern of his son's well being or for his reputation, it was still highly amusing to her. Sipping her tea she placed it back down and met his eyes before nodding to the tea, "in my country, its rude for a guest not to drink or eat what it placed out in front of them."

"You're point?" he asked. She hid a smile as his eyes turned darker in annoyance.

"My point it, Mr. Malfoy, you're being rude," she answered watching as he picked up the tea before sipping from it.

"I apologize," he leaned forward slightly before speaking again, "What country are you from then?"

She smirked. "China," she answered easily, "a sad yet beautiful country."

"So, I've heard," Lucius said, nodding.

It became silent once again and she lifted her tea with both hands, cradling it while peering into it. This had been his third visit to her and each time he wanted more answers from the beautiful Asain seer. However, she would only give him to much before he left and he would always come back expecting just a little bit more. He only found out that Draco's curse was delivered under a powerful wizard he didn't know and wouldn't know until the very end of it-- what she meant by end however, Lucius was still trying to figure out. He also found out that he shouldn't worry because nothing he did would do any good and if he, or anyone else he knew (she stressed this part), should interfere then it would end even worse then expected.

"Mr. Malfoy, are you listening to me?"

He looked up at her from his tea and frowned. "I'm sorry, I must've been daydreaming, please repeat what you said," he responded politely before removing his frown and smiling at her.

"Ah, daydreaming," she repeated, a odd glint in her brown eyes before she brushed away her dark hair from her face. "How's your son Mr. Malfoy?"

"Draco," he repeated kindly, "I haven't received a letter from him in quite a while. I expect he writes to his mother though."

She nodded.

"Why are you asking questions for answers you already know?" Lucius demanded.

She smiled, almost serenely before pouring them both some more tea. "That question, Mr. Malfoy, is almost the same as asking me why I continue to live as I do despite knowing the time of my death," she said, her smile unmoving as Lucius looked at her looking with no reaction to this comment except for his brow which had inched slightly and unnoticeable forward in shock. "Also would be the same as asking me why I keep stalling in telling you what you truly want to know."

Lucius eyes narrowed into a glare, "tell me."

A laugh escaped her and she leaned forward, taking Lucius' hand and trailing her long finger against his palm. His hand twitched as a reaction and she looked up at him before letting go and leaning back. "Your wife is planning something and it'll ruin your son if she continues what she's doing," she said, looking out her window and down towards the empty an park, "you should stop her."

"Ruin my son," he repeated, standing, "How?"

She looked at him and smiled, "I'm afraid, I can't see that yet."

"Thank you," he said, placing his cloak back on, "for the tea."

"Your welcome," she said, "be careful of dogs in the future."

He opened the door, "dogs--"

"Randy!" a woman's voice cried but it was too late, Lucius had a dog on top of him and it was, well, randy.

Her smile faulted as she crawled into bed a yawn escaping her while she neared Malfoy who already was under the covers with his back to her. She had gone to take a shower and at least expected him to be awake when she had gotten out. However, she couldn't say that she was unhappy about making up. For one her body was completely back to normal without drugs numbing any pains and she had received any sharp pains at her side. Also--

She moved under the sheets and Malfoy moved, falling onto his back with a sleepy eye open. She stared back, a small smile on her lips, suddenly becoming nervous. Her face felt hot every time she thought of how he kissed her and lying next to him made it even worse. He just closed his eye again, turned his side and pulled her body towards him causing her to make a noise of surprise before sighing and resting her head back onto the pillow with her eyes closing-- missing the smile on his face.

Also, he was there and oddly, it comforted her.

When she woke up Malfoy was sitting at the edge of the bed, apparently he had woken up a while ago because he was rubbing his hair with a towel. She sat up rubbing her eyes before sucking in a sharp breath of pain, her hand automatically went to her side and she tried to breath in once more but the pain hit when she breathed in. She vaguely noticed Malfoy at her side, touching her shoulder and saying, "Freckles, you alright? Hey, I'm asking you--"

It stopped and she breathed in deeply, leaning into him and cutting him off while feeling scared. "Madame Pomfrey told me theres no medicine for it," she muttered, "she said I'd be OK."

"Like hell you are," Malfoy said, "come on, lets bring you back to the Hospital Wing--"

"I'm fine, Malfoy," she said, moving away, "It'll go away in a little bit, she said I pulled my muscle."

Malfoy raised a skeptical brow, "no medicine, huh? She could heal that thing with a wave of her wand without making you suffer."

"I think it's punishment."

"Oh, I get it."

Her face went slightly red. "What do you mean?"

"You obviously ticked her off," Malfoy said calmly, running his hand into his hair and making it neater, "Why else would she do that to you?"

"Its your fault," she snapped, "you damn prat."

"Prat-- How is it my fault?" he asked, poking her back when she poked him.

"Because your-" she poked him again "-the reason why we got into a fight!"

"Then you-" he poked her "-don't whine about you pulled thing!"

"It's a pulled muscle and its not my-" poke "-fault you were the one worrying about me!"

"So, I can't worry about you know?" He poked her and she drew in a sharp breath, slightly shocked.

"You really were worried?" she asked, gripping the hand that was poking her repeatedly now.

He blinked before rolling his eyes, "yes, you moron." He used a free hand and flicked her forehead.

She laughed, covering her mouth as Malfoy asked her what she was laughing about before shaking her head and calming herself. "You're just funny, Malfoy," she said moving her hand to wipe a lock of hair in her face

She froze when he stopped that hand with his own. "I don't like being called funny," he said, looking her in the eye before smirking, "you could be more nicer with something like interesting or sexy."

He dropped her hand and tossed his wet towel at her, it fell over her face and she regained her shock. For a moment--

She tried to calm her heart.

--He looked like he was going to kiss her. "Sexy?" she snorted, taking off the towel, "yeah--"

His lips touched hers softly and she gasped as he pulled away while he smirked even more. "Your damn right I am," he said, tucking in the hair she had wanted to move away a while ago before getting up and grabbing his school tie. She gazed at the clock and cursed when she realized she only had an hour to get ready and finished her potions essay. She simple retorted ("shove it up your--") and rushed even further when Malfoy told her it wasn't very lady like to speak that way.