Author's Note My avid readers, I am sooooooo sorry for not updating sooner, and I know this update is short, but I promise I will update again by the end of the week.

School's been just a little insane lately.

Also, I forgot to say sooner, but I do have a teaser trailer for this fanfic up on youtube. And the last few seconds is a promise.

Linked Destinies: A Sequel to Only Draco's Mudlbood

Chapter 5:

Draco's eyes narrowed at Ron slowly as he watched him scarf down the meal like it was not meant to be tasted. He did not even bother to glance over at Crabbe and Goyle, knowing they were doing the same just slightly quicker than the redhead.

"Potter," he said tightly. "Remember when I said I was glad Weasley was here to provide some comic relief?"

Harry glanced over and nodded. "Yes…"

Cold grey-blue eyes level with his. "I lied."

Harry pursed his lips to keep from laughing, but the smirk on Draco's face ruined it. He started to snicker.

The three stooges looked over at them blankly. Food still in his mouth, Ron frowned at them. "Wha…?"

A disgusted look grew on Draco's face and he glared at him. "Tell me, Weasley. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"

Without bothering to look at him, Ron began to answer. "Well… yea… I dot hv aothur…"

Harry shot him a look. "Ron, swallow."

Ron took one look at Malfoy's face and did, almost choking on his food. "Uh, yeah. I mean, it's not like I have another mouth to kiss her with, right?"

Draco cocked his head slightly as raised an eyebrow. "You don't?"

For a moment, Ron stared at him. He glanced at Harry and then back at Malfoy. A nervous laugh escaped his lips. "That's a joke, right? You're messing with me."

The look on Malfoy's face did not change.

The smile faded on Ron's. "You are just kidding…?"

Harry started shaking his head. "Ron…"

A smirk broke through onto Draco's face. "Perhaps we should keep you around." He wiggled his eyebrows. "It might be entertaining."

The attendant opened the door to the room and carried Hermione and Ginny's luggage inside. The girls followed slowly, glancing around at the nicely furnished suite with a balcony overlooking the lush green mountainside.

Hermione's eyes widened and her mouth gaped slightly. "Oh, it's beautiful."

Ginny grinned and walked towards the balcony and pulled on the door. She frowned and pulled at the handle again.

"Um, excuse me," she began. Then she stopped and tried again. "Excusez-moi?"

The attendant turned around and gave a small bow. "Wee, mademoiselle?"

"Pourquoi cette porte ne s'ouvrira pas?" (french for : why won't this door open? )

"Nous prenons toutes les précautions nécessaire pour vous protéger la mille,'' the attendent responded politely.

Ginny glanced over at Hermione and frowned thoughtfully.

"My French isn't perfect, but I think that was something about them taking all the necessary precautions to protect us."

Hermione sighed and sat down on the bed, looking at her hands. She glanced at the clock at the bed stand thoughtfully, not truly noticing the time. Then, out of the corner of her eye, something caught her attention.

Ginny attempted to tip the attendant but he refused saying something that was probably very appropriate in French, but Hermione was not listening. Her eyes were on the envelope, more specifically the words printed on it.

Dearest Hermione

A smile started to form on Hermione's face. Perhaps he hadn't forgotten her after all.