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Chapter Eight

“...Upon futher deliberation, most of the judges feel that this shows moral fiber and merits full marks, Mr. Potter has been awarded forty-five points.”  

A blast of cheers for Potter were heard in all directions surrounding the Great Lake. Even most Slytherins had been entranced by the developing tournament, it had been a stubborn truth to admit. All of the spectators, including Draco, hung on to dear life spectating the magical projections of what was going on underwater. Seeing the image of Hermione tied down at the bottom of the lake sent Draco into a tense hope that Harry would rescue her within the next five minutes. 

Ron was down there too and that gave Draco even more of a worry. 

Bitting on his nails, Draco tried to convince himself everything would be fine. Surely Dumbledore wouldn’t force Harry to choose between his two friends. Draco should have kept some Gillyweed for himself in the case he needed to sneak into the task and rescue Hermione himself.

There was a lot of celebrating when Diggory got to Cho first. The explosion of cheers rang in Draco’s ears as the Hufflepuffs' faith in their golden boy was confirmed, yet again. That is until Krum, the big oaf, appeared and ripped Hermione free with his huge shark mouth tailing right behind Diggory. 

Draco felt a sense of relief wash over him that Hermione was rescued. That was before a tinge of jealousy seeped in that Hermione was selected for Krum. Had she meant that much to him? What would a Quidditch star want with his Hermione anyways? He had loads of options all over the world, Krum could be content with one of them. Just not Hermione. There was no way Krum saw how great she was in such a short amount of time when it took Draco years. 

When the task was over, Draco had to pull away from the crowd surrounding the Champions and their rescued partners. He was feeling utterly drained. Far worse than the first task, if he had to admit.  

Draco shouldn’t care about the outcome and he didn’t have to care. If you’d ask him, it was a lot of energy spent on worrying so much on this stupid tournament. He had been playing a part of Harry’s success which he would have never imagined wanting to actively help Potter out, but Draco also recognized that it was the only way to speak more and more to Hermione.  

He huffed out a tired sigh. Perhaps this small break would rid him of the stress of the Triwizard tournament. The next task wasn’t for two months, which allowed him to relax and focus on other things like school and friends...

Draco secretly hoped he didn’t (but wanted to!) stumble upon another clue to help Harry out on his Final Task. He quickly realized he didn’t know how else to approach and exchange words with Hermione if it was anything other than the Final Task. So although the dread of the work that came with supplying Hermione with bit of info made him hesitate, he admitted to himself that did want to talk to Hermione. He longed for her voice to be directed at him because the weeks following the second task, there wasn’t a lot of interactions between them.  

Draco mainly kept to himself in Potions and in Astronomy, got several detentions awarded to him for Defense Against the Dark Arts (Draco swore that Professor Moody was oddly targeting him), and continued his lessons with Snape in the evenings.  

It was a lot of quiet techniques of silencing his mind and emptying out thoughts. Draco thought it was like the techniques that Professor Trelawney encouraged them to do to open their inner eye. Draco didn’t know why he hated the practice in Divination but fully accepted it with Snape’s lessons.  

The meditation was the perfect way to settle his longing, whirling thoughts of her. Draco quickly figured out how to make his mind blank during Snape’s lessons (since Snape had accidentally accessed a rather innocent memory of staring at her), but he freely streamlined his emotions and memories in a calm cirlce, appreciating every single moment before stuffing them away in scattered corners of his head.  

Every morning and every night, Draco sat at the foot of his bed to meditate, trying to rid himself of any feeling, positive or negative, and just have her exist in his head. There were times when it felt impossible and then there were times when he realized Crabbe was right. Meditating did help him fall asleep and that only encouraged him to do it every night.  

On the occasion when Snape caught Draco unguarded, he was able to get through some of Draco’s classroom memories, particularly detentions.  

“Reasons why you’re often in for detention, Draco?” Snape narrowed his eyes at him.  

Draco inhaled deeply before giving him a small shrug, “I wouldn’t really know. Mad Eye is a questionable bloke, isn’t he?” 

“He’s called your father a traitor?” Snape cocked his head, “Odd thing to say about a former Deatheater.” 

Draco sensing Snape’s mood was turning sour, Draco hummed out a confirmation. He lightly scratched the armrest of Snape’s desk chair while Professor Snape paced back and forth in thought. Draco could hear him mumbling nonsensical things and looking at his watch, it seemed like his lesson was done for the day.  

“Can I be excused?” He asked. 

“Odd...” Snape said in a trance.  

Draco huffed, “He’s not exactly a normal type of wizard. Don’t know why Dumbledore allows him to drink on the hour.” 

“What?” Snape snapped his head in his direction.  

“He always slips a sip of something,” Draco furrowed his brows, standing up to stretch himself, “Haven’t you noticed? Whatever it is, smells foul on his breath. Like a rancid brandy and dung.” 

Snape looked even more confused and Draco took the chance to excuse himself, bidding his professor a good night.  

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- 

Sometime in the beginning of June, around his birthday, Draco received a large present from his parents, more specifically his Mum. It took a fleet of four owls to carry the hefty box but nonetheless, Draco was very appreciative that both Crabbe and Goyle had already left breakfast to go terrorize some first years so he could open his box alone and in peace. 

Amongst the tiny boxes stuffed in the package that Draco suspected were decadent gifts, he pulled out the sweets first and grinned at the neatly folded clothes he desperately needed. He had noticed his trousers were now looking a bit short. There was more to explore from the box, so Draco wrapped his arms around it and made his way out of the Great Hall, abandoning his half-eaten breakfast.  

Walking back to the Slytherin Common Room light on his feet, Draco came across Potter who was in the middle of the corridor. Once he was aware of Draco, Potter took a moment to stare directly at him.  

Draco continued to walk past Harry, without so much of a second glance before Potter called for him.  

“Malfoy!” He said, painfully. It took a lot for Draco not to sneer at him when he paused and turned around. 

“Potter?” Malfoy questioned curiously, amused that this interaction was happening. Potter hardly ever spoken to him first, that is, unless he had some fighting words toward something Draco probably deserved.  

Potter gulped, looking rather annoyed.  

“Spit it out Potter,” Draco teased, “I got a box of Sugared Snitches that I want to try before Crabbe and Goyle get a hold of them.” 

“Thank you,” Harry cut in abruptly, “I don’t know what’s going on but I must admit that if it wasn’t for your insight, I probably wouldn’t have completed those tasks.” 

“Just the second task, Potter,” Draco rolled his eyes, “No need to get emotional.” 

“The first as well,” He sent a hard stare through his round glasses, “Hermione told me that you mentioned the dragons to her and, if it wasn’t for her disbelief, she would have told me weeks before Hagrid had.” 

Draco felt a bit awkward standing there, “Right. Well, yes...” 

Silence.  

“She didn’t tell you about the dragons then, did she? As you said, Hagrid did.” Draco cleared his throat, “So I really don’t see how I partook in that assistance...” 

Draco took a good look at Harry. Like Draco, he had grown a few inches, his socks were showing a bit more than what was considered acceptable. As messy as his black hair was, causing him to look like a spoiled teenager, Draco could sense the humbleness from him. If it wasn't for Potter’s annoying Gryffindor attributes, Draco was sure that his scheming and defiance would have made Potter a decent Slytherin.  

But a Slytherin wouldn’t have had the courage to thank someone they considered an enemy. 

Draco blinked hard. He was thinking too much. 

“Why?” Harry finally said, as if he couldn’t believe it himself.  

Draco scoffed, “Believe me Potter, I don’t know either.” 

Harry looked pretty annoyed with something.  

“I hope you understand that just because you helped doesn’t mean I trust you,” Harry blinked those stupid green eyes at Draco, “Hermione thinks otherwise.” 

Draco’s heart leapt.  

“I suspect some foul play-” 

“How so?” Draco narrowed his eyes.  

“Oh, I don’t know, the Imperius curse?” Harry rolled his eyes as if it was a chore to list off all the terrible things he could do, “Blackmail? You’re threatening her?” 

Draco’s mouth fell open slightly. 

“You think I’m that advanced to master an Unforgivable Curse?” Draco scoffed happily, “I’m flattered.” 

Harry ignored his light teasing. 

“I’ve tried to figure out what you were up to but,” Harry continued, “But I spoke to Dumbledore, well he convinced me of somethings.” 

Draco rolled his eyes himself.  

Dumbledore.  

“That old crackpot...” Draco held in a snort, “He’s an interesting one, Potter but I must admit that I’ve had trouble with his one-on-one lectures. I’m sure you’ve had plenty.” 

Harry’s face was now void of any resent he was holding on to. Still holding on to his birthday box, Draco shifted his arm under the box, to pull out the tray of Sugary Snitches. He carefully took the lid off with his free hand and popped a golden ball in his mouth.  

The ball melted into a sweet fizzling treat.  

Draco approached Harry who watched him apprehensively, and lightly tossed him a Sugar Snitch. He pointed at Harry.  

“Mum sent me theses,” Draco informed, “My favorite Potter. See you around.” 

With that Draco continued with his day. He didn’t really speak much to both Harry or Hermione after. There wasn’t any tension between them that Draco could sense, per say.  

If there was palpable tension in the air, it was for an entirely different reason and it wasn’t exclusive. 

They had exams looming around the corner and Draco heard Hermione, once or twice, talking loudly in passing that she needed to set up a training schedule for Harry's final task.  

Draco had no idea how she was going to squeeze in training on top of studying and schoolwork. There was much to do, he had no idea how Hermione could squeeze in training for Harry in the thick of their studies. It was a surprise that Draco had a small gap of free time one fine warm afternoon that he was looking forward to. However his hope was quickly diminished, Draco received word to join Dumbledore for a quick cup of tea during the only hour he had to himself. Draco reluctantly agreed and dragged himself up to the headmaster’s tower.  

It had been a few months since Draco had last spoken to Dumbledore and if he racked his brain, Draco honestly had no real updates on the motivation of his father.  

“Exams start in a week and the term is about two weeks away from finishing,” Dumbledore pointed out cheerfully, “How prepared do you feel for your upcoming exams?” 

Draco merely shrugged, “Fine, I suppose. Can’t say I’m looking forward to them.” 

Dumbledore chuckled, “And lessons with Professor Snape?” 

“Alright, I suppose.” He responded, with a loose shrug.  

“Heard it been more than alright,” Dumbledore motioned over to a tray that just appeared out of thin air. He clapped his hands delightedly and smiled, “Ah it’s here! May I offer you some tea? Chamomile with some pixie liver?” 

Draco’s face reacted to the tea which only amused the headmaster.  

“It’s not real liver,” He chuckled, fixing himself two cups, “It’s the name of the pixie flower root, gives a nice soothing effect. I find it best during stressful times, like exams?” 

Intriguied, Draco politely took Dumbledore's tea and sat himself on the edge of the guest armchair to take a sip. He immediately felt less tense around his shoulders once the hot liquid hit his stomach, spreading the warmth throughout his body.  

“Getting along with Harry and Hermione?” Dumbledore asked out of the blue. Draco nearly scalded himself at the shock of Dumbledore’s bluntness. Dumbledore smiled widely, letting out a small chuckle and explained.  

“Hermione came in one day and asked about the first task,” He simply shrugged, “Harry was in here too, confused as to why it seemed you would want to help him out.” 

“I don’t,” Draco earnestly said, “I don’t want to help Potter.” 

Dumbledore pressed his lips together to withhold a smile in.  

“I suspected as much,” He gave the student a knowing look, “It was quite the task to convince Harry to let the actions of others to speak for themselves and know that it is in human nature to have the ability to change.” 

Before Draco came up with the words to answer, he went on.  

“Snape’s told me a great deal of the leap in your occlumency abilities, quite impressive,” He smiled proudly, “I believe it’s a great weight off your shoulders to know you possess the ability to protect those you love now.” 

Draco remained still, hearing the tick of the grandfather clock off on the side where he couldn’t see it.  

“Professor,” Draco slowly began, “I don’t understand why you remain so faithful in the chance of a change...” 

“Yes?” Dumbledore said, urging Draco to continue. 

“I haven’t explicitly announced my allegiance to you,” Draco gulped, “And yet, you have full faith in me. What.... what if-” 

“What if you decide on something entirely different?” Dumbledore finished.  

“Yes.” 

Dumbledore took a moment to think, “I suppose you’re referring to the time I said that one day you’ll have to choose what path to go on.” 

“Yes, Sir.” Draco nodded, setting down his tea, “How will I know? For certain, I mean.” 

“Going against generations of family beliefs and traditions is no easy feat and I can assure you that right and wrong, depending on perspective, is hard to distinguish if a person was brought up very differently than most,” Dumbledore wisely said, watching the deflated demeanor of Draco “Allow me to extend this offer to you Draco. Even if you choose to go a different route, one I would advise against, know that if you were to ever change your mind, I will be here to welcome you back with open arms.” 

Draco didn’t understand how foolish this man could be. Is this how Professor Snape was able to sneak his way back into the good graces of Dumbledore? 

Perplexed, Draco couldn’t help but ask.  

“Why?” He shook my head, “Why would you risk so much just to have me back if I betrayed your trust at all?” 

“Because,” He began, “One thing the other side will never know his how to understand and forgive because it requires love to do so. You know that love is powerful in the way it manifests within us.” 

There was something in his expression that told Draco he knew more than he could ever suspect.  

“You talk about love as if it is comparable to magic.” Draco gulped. 

“That’s because it is .” Dumbledore grinned, “A theory I like to sometimes divulge into is that love was the first kind of magic that awoke within us. Primal. It can also explain why sometimes some muggles seem to be born with magic running through their veins despite having no hereditary connections to our world. Controversial to some, but I do believe to some degree that every single person on earth carries a bit of magic within themselves. Some are just better equipped to expel and train that magic. Of course, it’s just a theory but I’ve seen and experienced what wonders love can do to a person. What lengths they are willing to go through for those they love.” 

It felt like Draco heart hollowed out and began beating with nothing inside. 

“Some find strength in their love for their family. It is no surprise to me that your mother has gone through such lengths to protect you and your father as well.” He took a deep breath, “It is only natural you also would want to see no harm come to them even if it means turning to the alternative. It’s something your father would have a hard time doing, and your mother, well, has had a questionable alternative based on her upbringing. I ask you know, Draco, what kind of love do you think is worth fighting for?” 

“My family of course and-,” He immediately replied, “and...” 

Dumbledore raised his brows waiting to see if he could piece together his revelation. Draco felt uncertain for the first time in his life and it was terrifying. Is this how his parents felt? At the tip of his tongue was Hermione’s name and Draco couldn’t think of having her suffer because of him. Is that why his parents sacrificed so much? Could he sacrifice himself to make sure Hermione could live comfortably and happily? 

An image of her delightfully dancing with Krum at the Yule Ball flashed through Draco’s head. She was dazzling and deserved nothing but that for the rest of her life.  

Dumbledore who usually looked bright and cheerful was sullen, his hands clasped around his cup.  

“When the time is right,” He began, “You will know. It will be as clear as crystal and when that day comes, and it will come, throw yourself fully into it.” 

“Will you still understand if possibly... no matter t-the side I choose?” Draco asked.  

Dumbledore didn’t hesitate to nod.  

“It won’t change my offer to you” He informed.  

Draco stayed silent for a while and looked out the window.  

“I heard they’ll be putting more dragons into the maze for the third task,” Draco mumbled, looking expectantly towards his headmaster, “It was all the talk during lunch today.” 

“Indeed,” Dumbledore nodded, “Unfortunately, I don’t have any information to divulge-” 

“I didn’t mean to ask for any, Professor,” He quickly apologized, “I can’t help but to be intrigued by the speculation.”  

“I heard, more specifically, that it is a free for all, meant to test all the abilities of the champions. So I believe it is only right to step back and allow Harry to try his best. No matter the outcome. That is not to say you have to step away from Ms. Granger if you think you have some information worth sharing...” 

His eyes flicked back to Professor Dumbledore and it was then when Draco caught sight of it, that curious glint in the Headmaster's eye. Draco realized Dumbledore must have seen it. No. Perhaps he might had felt it. With the rush of realization, Draco took back the tea to take a lukewarm gulp to relax himself. With a final sip, Draco bowed his head humbly and excused himself.  

Professor Dumbledore bid him a good night, and Draco ran almost straight back to his dorm, about to run a hole into his carpet to rid himself of a racing heart. But, instead, he sat at the edge of his bed, slowed down his breathing, and allowed his feelings to just exist before throwing them into the back of his mind.  

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- 

Exam week came fast. Despite the frenzy of studying, there were two free days to look forward to after exams were over and before the last task. After spending a copious amount of time studying, Draco had no doubt that in his mind that he would crush all his exams, however, he was not immune from the anxiety of waiting for scores. 

He had found himself double checking, even triple checking his final Divination exam. He had to be thorough enough to earn the highest exam score. His pride wouldn’t allow him less. Even if Draco thought Divination was a bunch of hogwash, it didn’t stop his father from criticizing every point that he wasn’t able to surpass Granger on.  

Still, it was no surprise that Draco had selected to not continue Divination studies in his fifth year. After a horrendous year of failing to predict anything of substance, Draco concluded that it was not in his future. Pun intended.  

That said, Draco studied as much as he could to understand the theory of what they have been taught in class. Theoretically,  Draco thought, there was no way he would get any points docked off in his written exam since it was all based off his book. 

Being the last student in class on a perfectly beautiful Wednesday afternoon, Draco walked over to Professor Trelawney and she happily took his exam. 

She immediately frowned the moment her hands touched the scroll, “Curious.” 

Relieved that Draco only had one more exam to do later on at night, he had time to entertain her. It's not like he was going to return to her class ever again.  

“I can see you’ll receive full marks, but you won’t return.” She cocked her head, “Interesting choice.” 

He shifted his weight around his feet uncomfortably. She hadn't unrolled his exam scroll to know how he did in his exam.

Draco cleared his throat, “Can’t really say Divination is my forte. I thought I should pursue other subjects of mine that align more with my interest. Career and stuff... yeah.” 

“You don’t have much belief in the art of Divination,” She smiled sadly, “It’s disappointing too see considering how clear your destiny is.” 

Draco blinked hard once.  

“Pardon?” 

“You have your Astronomy Exam today, I suspect.” She asked, “Professor Sinistra taught you about other galaxies and universes as well, correct?” 

“Yes,” Draco narrowed his eyes unsure of where she was taking this. 

“It’s curious that you are not receptive to Divination seeing how intertwined this destiny tangled itself in you and in other universes.” She sighed out, deflating as Professor Trelawney began to rip up his exam scroll. Draco nearly had a heart attack. “I thought you would have lean more into it.” 

Draco stood stunned silent for a moment, seeing the bits and pieces of his hard work scattered all over Trelawney's desk. He shook his head urgently, “You talk like this- this is fate, like a prophecy.” 

“No dear,” She shook her head, “There are things more certain than a prophecy. Like... knowing the sun will rise every day. That’s how certain your future is.” 

"And what exactly is this future?" Draco narrowed his eyes, holding back the full potential of a glare to burn a hole into his professor. Trelawney, the kooky person what she was, stood up from her cluttered desk and paced around, mumbling to herself how she could explain it simply to him.  

“Let’s start with this, the mysteries of time and space tell us that there are an infinite number of universes, versions of this very world. It could be that in half we don’t exist, in some other halves we are muggles, there might be some where we are not even be human at all.” She paused, watching Draco carefully in hopes that he was following. He was, but how much of it was interesting him, he wasn’t sure. “What I sense in you , Mr. Malfoy, is that in every version that resembles our world there is a common occurrence with you, especially how love affects your path.”  

She then scrambled over to her desk and pulled out a deck of cards. Tarot. She shuffled quickly and pulled out a few cards. Draco never really paid attention to the meanings of the cards when they came upon chapter ten in their Divination books, so he didn’t bother looking at the face of the cards (He was secretly elated she didn’t have any tarot card readings on her exam.). 

Trelawney looked back at her student once she laid down enough cards. Her face scrunched up in disappointment, as if she had wanted to see a slight variance to this certain future she kept pestering him with.

“I will admit that each world that you exist in is complex and nuanced. However, as suspected in every universe your love is there, racing through your veins, pumping through your heart. Its strength does not waver, no matter whether she accepts or rejects you. I’ll be honest, in the majority she chooses another, if you must know.” Trelawney revealed.

“Don’t I have a choice in the matter?” Draco asked, "Love is a choice too."

Draco, crestfallen, felt a frown forming. 

“I cannot predict the outcome.” She repeated, “I can’t. I cannot be certain what version of you presides in this world. The only thing that is certain is that in each universe you inevitably fall, and it is a faith as certain as death.” 

He froze, a chill coursing up and down his spine.  

“I’ve never had such a concrete vision of a student,” She looked down at her cards, “Such a paved path... no matter the choices, your heart will surrender.” 

Draco raced out of Divinations reeling. He even thanked Professor Trelawney as he stumbled away. The feeling of unease dominated his thoughts, walking towards the Great Hall for Dinner. Draco thought it was difficult enough to take his Potions exams when Hermione was around and Professor Snape was looming over them.  

He couldn’t imagine what Astronomy would be like with Hermione near him again, after Professor Trelawney got in his head.  

Somehow, in a mist of motions, Draco managed to sit himself down at the Slytherin Table feeling terribly disorientated. He had just plated a few buttered scones scanning around the Great Hall when he had the misfortune of locking eyes with Snape. A shooting pain arrowed through his forehead, catching him off guard.  

Swirls of Professor Trelawney’s prediction replayed, filling his foggy head.  

Draco inwardly groaned, losing appetite just as he bit into a forkful of roast.  

He looked up in annoyance to find Professor Snape sitting at the teacher's table, looking wildly upset. Draco sighed, knowing that Snape would probably want to talk about the memory he had just witnessed in Draco’s head. He didn’t want to. Draco needed a break. It was all too much to deal with with not enough time to process it. The last thing Draco wanted to do is have to rehash the odd experience with Snape. It's not exactly something he would love to share with his Professor. Besides, Draco had an amazing streak of lessons with Snape before exams began and nothing went wrong. Snape had nothing to worry about. It was just a prediction after all. Since when has Trelawney ever been correct on anything? 

Draco forced his fork in his mouth in order to look normal, no, feel normal. The roast tasted like nothing while Draco tried to twist the added stress into something more productive. Pouring his thoughts into this final exam, he reviewed his star chart on the side, hoping that he wouldn’t catch Snape’s eyes again. Draco rearranged his memories around in hopes Snape wouldn’t poke around places he didn’t think of before, deciding to place anything concerning Hermione in the stars of his Astronomy homework. He had plenty of memories of staring at them, having plenty of moments of zoning out and simply enjoying the spectacle of creation in front of him. Surely nobody would dig past mind-numbing hours of star gazing.  

Draco huffed and took a last bland bite of mash before heading up to the Astronomy tower. Hopefully getting there early he would be able to find a prime spot and finish as fast as he could. Draco didn’t know if he could see Hermione straight in the face due to the primal fear in him instilled by Trelawney. As if looking directly at Hermione would kill Draco because he couldn’t bear the thought of her refusing him and choosing someone like... Ron or Harry. Or worse, Krum. Draco sneered all the way up to the Astronomy Tower.

Professor Sinistra was surprised to see Draco a whole thirty minutes early.  

“I can’t give you your exam just yet,” She looked out the sky. The sun had just set and still had the sky glowing a bit, “But you can choose your telescope and set up while you wait.” 

Draco, mentally preparing himself, pivoted on his heel and marched over to the school's telescopes.  

“Oh Ms. Granger! You're here early too!”  

Draco’s heart sank. Caught off guard, he fumbled mindlessly around, hearing the same instructions being repeated to Hermione. He even felt her footsteps approach him, spiking the rate of his heart. He felt the intense need to run and be anywhere but here, but his legs stayed put the moment he felt her warmth right next to him. He flinched once her face came into view. 

She smiled gently, “Hello.” 

His jaw firmed up and he couldn’t respond. What if he opened his mouth and the words ‘I love you’ poured out. He stayed frozen while Hermione’s lightheartedness slowly disappeared, taking in his scowl.  

“Aren’t you thrilled exams are almost over?” She softly asked, carefully watching his stiffen mood.  

Draco gulped.  

She waited a moment for his response and then it seemed like she understood his cold silence. She blinked rapidly and stepped away, seemingly stung by his cold stare. However, Draco couldn’t help himself. He refused to have her leave with the worst impression of him. 

“Overjoyed,” He softly blurted out. Hermione’s big brown eyes flickered up towards him and her smile carefully eased back in. She bowed her head and then took her place at a window not too far from his. Once Draco grabbed the best telescope, he was careful to make sure he had chosen a spot where his back would face her. He needed to concentrate. He needed to receive top marks and that would be impossible to do if she was within his peripheral vision.

When it was exactly nine o’clock, the sky sufficiently darkened and enough students had trickled in to set their telescopes up. Professor Sinistra walked around handing out exams and anti-cheating quills. Draco wasted no time, quickly jumping into the questions. He read and checked his work meticulously so that he left no room for doubt. 

There was some degree of difficulty towards the end of the exam questions. If it wasn’t for the brightness of the full moon, it would have been easy to finish up. However, Draco spent a great deal of time squinting past the rays of a full moonlight. Neptune was already a hard planet to chart, even worse when the moon’s shine was blocking it.  

Still, he was confident enough that his chart and answers were more than good enough to land him perhaps one of the highest scores in class. He had tracked the position of Neptune from their last assignment and calculated its position in the sky and the time that had passed. It should be close enough.  

He rolled up his exam quickly and pulled his telescope away from the window. He had caught a glimpse of curly hair just exiting and he felt a sense of relief that Granger was no longer in the room. Confidence flooded back into him as he made his way back to Professor Sinistra and handed her his exam and her quill. She unrolled to scan it and raised her brows.  

“Impressive, Mr. Malfoy,” She smirked to herself, “I expected Neptune to be the thing that stumped my students.”  

Draco gave her a polite smile and excused himself, “See you next year Professor.” 

Proud that he had impressed, Draco skipped down the stairs of the astronomy tower and faithfully bumped into Granger who was pacing around nervously at a landing of the spiraling staircase.  

His pulse rose to his face. He didn't expect her to be waiting. 

“Oh, Granger.” 

She snapped out of her trance and looked helplessly at him. He felt his heart gush with every thudding beat. 

“Waiting for Potter and Weasley?” He asked nervously, as he sidestep around her. He had full intentions to continue walking as if he had things to tend to.

“Yes,” She nodded, “Well no . Actually.” 

As Draco took a few steps down trying to meditate to ease the racing of his heart, Hermione followed suit. She was of no help. Hermione only managed to distract him with the scent of sweetness that overwhelmed his mind, and bright brown eyes that made it impossible to look away.

“I was wondering what you got for Neptune.” She reached out and placed her hand on his shoulder to stop him from racing ahead and it was then when he understood what Trelawney meant by surrendering. Her gentle touch ignited a long awaiting spark in him. 

There was no way he could refuse to see it now. His flaming heart humbly belonged to her, and it would do whatever she asked for. Draco's pace slowed down considerably waiting for Hermione to catch up.

“Neptune?” Draco painfully repeated, gulping down a tight knot in his throat, “What about it?” 

“Did you see it west of the moon?” She bit her lip and he clenched his jaw.  

His eyes flickered down to her lips, “No, no... I didn’t see it.” 

Hermione let out a long groan, as if Draco had just ruined her night.  

He scrambled to explain.

“I mean,” Draco began, “I didn’t physically see it. It is west of the moon. It was just impossible with the light of the full moon.” 

“Did you guess then?” She asked, “I figured it was there based off of the position of Venus, but I couldn’t give the exact degrees... oh I’m so upset.” 

“No,” Draco shook my head, “I just remembered where Neptune was in our last astronomy assignment and-” 

“And you calculated its course based off that.” She closed her eyes gingerly, “Of course, why didn’t I think of that?” 

“I dunno,” He quietly said, “I’ll be off-” 

“Wait,” Hermione stopped him and he was more than willing to stay as long as she wanted him around, “Can I walk with you?” 

Draco remained stunned in silence, but she was unwavering and confident that he knew she wasn’t asking on a whim. He nodded once and they both slowly started down the staircase.  

They were quiet but only for a moment.  

“I never got to thank you,” She finally said, “For the tasks... and how you helped out.”  

“Oh,” He nodded, not sure of exactly what to say.  

“I had a few arguments with Harry about you,” She admitted, affirming Potter's growing suspicions of him.

“You don’t have to,” Draco interrupted but delighted in the fact that he was being talked about without being around.  

“Well, actually, I felt silly for trying to convince him about you when, I’m not really sure what’s going on.” She let out a small, exasperated sigh, looking expectantly at him, hoping he’d fill in the gaps that she was missing. 

“What do you mean?” He stupidly asked.  

“C’mon, don’t make me spell it out,” Hermione let out a light dry laugh, “You’ve changed. ” 

“How so?” He pushed back.  

“You know how ,” She narrowed her eyes playfully, feigning annoyance before breaking out into a big smile, “To be honest, it was a little jarring at first. You were a nasty kind of bully, especially last year.” 

“Should I apologize?” Draco asked, wondering if perhaps it was foolish to think that Hermione would just forget all about the harassment the years before.  

“No!” She piped up, “No, not unless you want to.” 

Her face flushed a deep red.

"Oh," Draco gulped, "I mean I'm sure I deserved that punch you gave me last year."

Hermione let out a dry laugh of disbelief, as if she couldn't imagine the bravery it took to punch him in the face.

"You did," She agreed, "But I am not that sorry about that, is that bad?"

"No," Draco felt a small smile form at the corner of his lips. 

"Oh now I feel awful for not feeling bad!" Hermione playfully cried out. 

Draco chuckled and somethign about it made Hermione glow as if she were proud that she had managed to make Draco Malfoy laugh. Her. A ordinary muggle born. 

“Draco,” She slowly said, and he just about died at the way she said his name, “I know I doubted you so much this year and maybe I still do, deep down inside.” 

“You don’t need to trust me, if that’s what you’re getting at,” He began.  

“No, not that,” She hesitated, “I mean for a while I thought you had a hand in knowing what was going on in the Tournament. Ron even thought it was a huge possibility that it was you that put Harry’s name in the goblet.” 

"Both Weasley and Potter really overestimate my magical abilities. I'm still learning like you," Draco snorted and Hermione laughed along too.  

“Yeah, Ronald and Harry can be senseless as times,” She sighed, “For all I know it could have been, oh who knows, Rita Skeeter or.... Professor Moody rigging the entire Tournament.” 

Draco felt a genuine smile spread over his face and Hermione pointed it out.  

“Ah, there it is,” She pointed, “That smile.” 

Disturbed, Draco forced himself to sulk again. He protested, “Okay so you saw it. That’s enough.” 

Her gaze remained on him, appreciative in nature. It was almost the same look she had when he first saw her. Really saw her. Looking at the Great Hall ceiling counting the stars of constellations but this time her wonder and amazement was being directed at him.

“Okay,” She sighed filling in the gap of silence, “So, do you have any guesses as to what is hiding in the maze?” 

Draco, feeling a tinge of betrayal, raised his brows, “Is that what this is Granger? You want to know if I have any information about the third task?” 

“No!” She quickly retorted, looking quite remorseful, “No! I’m sorry! I- I didn’t mean to make you feel like I was fishing for more information.” 

She flinched at some internal dialogue in her head and then proceeded to give him a long look.  

“I can see how it would look like that,” She pouted, “I just wanted to pick your brain, I suppose. I thought maybe professors would be in the maze to, maybe to duel but then it might give an advantage to Harry and Cedric so...” 

“You think having Snape in there would be to Harry’s advantage?” Draco incredulously said.  

Hermione hopped off the last step of the winding staircase and turned left into a corridor (whereas Draco would usually head straight on for the Slytherin Common Room). Draco had no sense of direction at the moment, but he didn’t really mind. He would follow Granger wherever she led him.  

“Ah- ha ! So you see it too! He’s horrid, isn’t he?” Hermione pointed a playful finger at him. 

Draco quickly reflected on his past summers with Professor Snape and immediately felt a sense of defensiveness.  

“He’s purposeful.” He pointed out.  

“Clearly he has his favorites.” Hermione rolled her eyes.  

“Suppose that he does.” Draco stuck his chin out, “Perhaps for good reason.” 

“That’s not fair!” Hermione scoffed, “An educator shouldn’t have bias towards any student or at least show any sense of it.” 

Draco pressed his lips together, “Well it’s kind of hard to favor someone like Potter.” 

“Draco!” Hermione snapped and fell into a fit of giggles, “That’s awful of you.” 

“I mean,” He sighed, “Hypothetically speaking, if professors already think he’s great, then how can they help him improve? Giving him a round of praise for an average performance isn't really in Potter's best interest, is it” 

Hermione cocked her head to the side, “I suppose you’re right, but still, Snape isn’t fair towards Harry.” 

“You had to fight tooth and nail to prove yourself here,” He pointed out, “And if anyone outside of Hogwarts were to pit both of you and Potter against each other in a duel, I don’t doubt they would bet on Potter based on name alone. Doesn’t seem fair now does it?” 

Hermione contemplated for a stretch of time as they walked in silence down the long corridor.  

“Who would you bet on?” She asked thoughtfully and without a second of hesitation Draco had his answer.  

“You,” He blurted out, feeling a sense of embarrassment as well as freedom admitting it so bluntly. She turned to him and pointed again. 

“There is it,” She mysteriously said, “That thing...” 

“What thing?” Draco nervously asked.  

“It’s not just a change... its...” She shook her head and they both stopped walking, slowly coming to halt. The corridors were still lit by fire but just barely. The magical flames were dimming, close to burning out and the flicker of the flame, bathed her in a deep warm glow. It must be dangerously close to curfew and Draco didn't care if he had to explain what he was doing far from his own house to a stupid Prefect or a Head. He relished in the moment taking note of the light freckles on her nose. Five of them exactly. And how her brows were turned down in a curious look, her lips parted in thought. Draco was mesmerized.  

He could see it plainly now.  

How in every universe he falls.  

Whether he continued to denied feelings or not, Draco would find Hermione in every version and become enslaved by her smile. Draco imagined how hard it would be to fight against it, he found it just as impossible as refraining from taking a breath. Draco could also see how allowing himself to fully feel would end up in disaster, walking a fine line of disrupting the pristine bloodline of a Malfoy and losing his family for a rare chance of sharing a precious moment with Hermione.  Like this one. Feeling elated and lucky beyond belief she was actually walking with him, all while he stared openly at her. 

It was then when Draco had the most terrifying intrusive thought. Loving her will be one of his deepest sorrows and the arrow that brings down the Malfoy name. It solidified another fear. It was either her or no one. There is no one else for him. Stuck in the trance that this witch had cursed him with, Draco examined her every detail in awe. Her mouth moved again, forming letters and words that he couldn’t hear because nothing but the loud beating of his heart muffled the words she was saying.  

“Malfoy!” Hermione nudged his shoulder lightly and he snapped out of it.  

“Yes?” 

Hermione looked bewildered, her eyes were slightly wide, and her cheeks flushed once more.  

“A-are you okay?” She gulped, “You looked blank for a moment there.” 

He shook my head, “It’s... um, exams. Running on fumes with the late nights. Did you get proper rest?” 

Hermione didn’t respond immediately but nodded slowly. 

“I guess I didn't,” She agreed. They began to stroll once again, and Draco relished every second of it. Hermione was beyond curious and had a great time picking at his brain. They might have discussed something over some mundane war in the History of Magic, but Draco didn’t care. She seemed genuinely intrigued and surprised how much Draco knew at the top of his head.  

And just as impressed as she was, their nightly stroll was cut off abruptly. She pointed out that the Gryffindor common room was just up the stairs they were about to come across. Hermione lingered for a moment, fiddling with her hands.   

“I should go before the stairs move-” 

As if on cue, the sound of brick moving filled the air and she deflated. 

“Oh, rotten luck,” She winced, “It takes about five minutes for it to return.” 

“I can wait with you,” Draco offered, thankful for the extra minutes allotted to him.  

Hermione looked stunned but grateful, “There it is, again . That thing.” 

Draco shrugged as if he had no idea what she was talking about.

"Aren't you afraid to be caught past curfew?" Hermione tilted her head to the side, looking up at him through her lashes. 

Draco cleared his throat, "We have exams as an excuse."

"You know Gryffindor is nearly on the opposite side of Slytherin," She pointed out, "How will you talk you way out of that if you're caught."

"I won't be." Draco assured her, smiling.

“What’s the Slytherin Common Room like?” She asked suddenly, “I can’t really imagine them when I heard they were in the dungeons.” 

Draco thinking of the decadence of the Slytherin Common Room alone, smiled.

"It's not a place that can be fully described," Draco began, "I think it's more like, you have to go for yourself to understand."

Hermione deflated, holding in a pout, "Can't really picture a place you're deeming indescribable."

“Would you like to see sometime?” Draco blurted out.

Hermione’s cheerful face dropped suddenly, “What?” 

“If it's an invite you want, I don't mind giving a tour.” He offered again.  

Hermione stumbled and stuttered on her response.  

“I-is it even possible?” She laughed nervously, “I mean d-don't you guys have like mudblood jinxes or stuff like that to keep us out?” 

Draco closed his eyes, “Don’t say that word.” 

Hermione paused, a tense silence fell over them as the hint of a difficult past was brought up against once enemies.  

“I asked earlier if you wanted me to apologize and if there is one apology you absolutely deserve it’s this one,” Draco admitted, “Truly, I’m sorry I ever called you such a nasty name, Granger.” 

“Don’t say-” 

“Really I am.” He honestly said, “You don’t have to accept it but please know that I regret every nasty thing I’ve said to you.” 

Hermione chewed on her lip, “I don’t want you to sa-, I mean... I don’t want you to call me Granger.” 

There was a heavy pause and the staircase started to move again, softly thudding when it was back in the path towards the Gryffindor Common Room.  

"Draco?" Hermione had taken a few steps up backwards, not taking her eyes off of the smitten boy. Draco placed both hands on the banister almost as if he were caging her in when in reality, he was holding himself up from his knees buckling under his own weight. She had said his name. He intently observed her while she analyzed his reaction to the subtle suggestion she had imposed. 

First names. She had asked him to call her by her first name while she freely used his, her voice dripping with the sweetness that Draco's ears buzzed in delight. Had he not realized how great his name sounded in her voice?

“I-I should go,” She gulped, “Good night.” 

“Good night,” He called back. She whipped around expectantly, and he gave her a cheeky smile, “ Hermione .” 

Despite suppressing her smile, Hermione glowed, rushing towards the Portrait of the Fat Lady. She soon disappeared behind it and left Draco feeling simply taken by her. He wheeled around ready to head towards his own house, feeling completely weightless, when he bumped into the most unexpected person.  

“Malfoy?” 

“Weasley.” 

The fierceness of a hot-headed Weasley is something even Draco knew to be wary of, especially one that was just arriving back from what looked like a long difficult exam. Draco couldn't really explain why he found himself at the foot of the staircase that led to Gryffindor at this hour of the night. Nor was he foolish enough to believe that this particular Weasley didn't see a single incriminating thing. Still, Draco hardened as Ginny gave him a long fiery look, before rounding around him and rushing up the stairs. Draco took it as a sign to get out of there as quickly as possible.