Ok, I can see that we are having some problems with the SATs. Harry has to take them (the American ones) in order for the rest of the plot to work…you'll have to wait though. Even still, it's my story, and if I want to put in SATs, I will. So if you see SATs anywhere in this fic, I'm talking about the American ones.

Chapter 4:

Stars of Love

Hermione caught Harry's hand as they were being ushered into the Transfiguration classroom by McGonagall for their last class of the day.

"We need to talk, Harry."

Harry looked at her coldly, angry words on the tip of his tongue about to tell her to stop butting into his business. But the words stuck in his throat when he brought his eyes up to meet hers.

"Okay," He replied quietly. He glanced at the classroom door to his right, "What about class?"

Hermione shrugged. He stared at her in disbelief. "You're skiving off Transfiguration?"

The brown-haired girl smiled, "This is more important."

"More important." He echoed. "What could possibly be more important than class?"

Hermione gave him an exasperated look, and pulled him off into the other direction.

Walking into an empty classroom, the brown-haired girl drew up a chair for herself, and watched as Harry did one for himself, wandlessly.

After a few minutes of silence, she spoke. "Why are you doing this, Harry?"

"Doing what?" He replied, icily.

"Pushing us away, you act like you don't care…"

"That's right, Hermione," He spat out in the same cold voice, "I don't care. The entire summer, you guys did nothing but pity me. You've known me for six years, you know that I hate pity above all else. Everyone expects me to be their little savior, and yet, they refuse to let me in on anything; they try to control me. Oh, let's not worry about Voldemort, Harry Potter can take care of him—that's his job, right? And Hermione, I am so fucking sick of it. I'm not their savior, why must they place the weight of the world on my shoulders?"

Hermione looked at the man in front of her, sadly. "You're right, Harry. They shouldn't do that to you." She paused for a minute, thinking about what Harry had said to her, before speaking up again. "What were you doing with a laptop in the Great Hall the other night?"

Harry grinned wryly. "Ever the sly one, aren't we?" Hermione blushed slightly. After looking at her face for a moment, Harry reached into his bag and pulled out his organic chem book, handing it to her.

Hermione's jaw dropped. "This is what you were doing?"

"Yeah, that and arranging to take the SATs over Christmas." He answered nonchalantly.

Her eyes came up to meet his. "You don't plan on staying in the wizarding world after graduation, do you?" She whispered, somewhat to herself.

The dark-haired man rolled his eyes, "Let's see if I even get that far…" He trailed off, looking out the window.

"What do you mean?"

Harry sighed, "What's the point? What reason to I have for staying in this hellhole?"

She leaned back in her chair, smiled and crossed her legs, mischief flashing across her face, "Draco Malfoy."

Harry gaped at her. Hermione snickered, and answered his stare, "I've seen you two together…"

He pulled himself together and grinned with an evil look in his eyes, "We make you hot, don't we?"

"Harry Potter!"

Harry just laughed and ran out of the room, ducking under her outstretched arms, a look of outrage on her face.

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Harry strode past the transfiguration door briefly hearing McGonagall lecture about multiple object transfiguration, a subject they had begun a few weeks ago. Much to the Professor's astonishment, Harry has mastered the concept within a couple days, faster then Draco, who was at the top of the class, or even Hermione, who had become a little flustered in that class ever since.

He walked swiftly down to the lake and sat down, deep it thought. How can I do this to Draco? I care for him a lot, but I can't stay here. It's not where I belong. How can I choose between Draco and my dreams?

His musings continued in this vein for quite some time; he missed dinner and barely noticed the sun go down over the forest or the moon rise hours later.

And once again his thoughts were interrupted by smooth lips on his. Harry inhaled deeply, smelling the cool scent of vanilla and kiwi that was Draco. He pulled the tall blond onto his lap and flicked his tongue over his lips, Draco opened his mouth for Harry; his tongue exploring areas already memorized. Their hands ran over each other's hard bodies until they were gasping with desire.

They made slow, fierce love under the stars until dawn broke, the waves washing over their sweaty bodies.

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Yay! They did it! Sorry this one is so short (the writers block is kicking in again—I will gladly welcome any ideas), the more reviews I get the longer the chapters will be…I haven't gotten one flame yet, well, kinda. It wasn't a real flame ;) Anyway, thanks to all my reviewers, I love you guys!

Btw, how you spell "blonde"—is it with or without the final 'e'? I've seen it both ways. Personally, I've liked blonde for girls and blond for guys (like Draco's blond hair) heh. But is one way for England and one for America? Again, please review—they are my slashy food…

-elvenblades