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Chapter Twenty One

The next day Draco tuned out the sheer outrage of the new decrees (something having to do with their uniforms and the inquiry of professors) as he spoke to Daphne over their morning tea and toast. 

The new set of rules was something he needed to quickly catch Daphne up on. Actually, he needed to catch her up on every single change since last year and Draco feared it would take him all day.  

Luckily for him, they didn't have to wait until their next Prefect meeting to elect Daphne in tobe Pansy’s replacement. Daphne was awarded the Prefect position as soon as she woke up this morning and she was expected to assume all duties immediately. 

It was assumed that they absolutely needed the help keeping the patrol hours low to not overwhelm the current titled students. Draco was just glad he didn't need to continue be overwhelmed, although he didn't mind it much when he got to escape and just linger around the Astronomy tower.

Daphne read off the list of the numerous amounts of Educational Decrees that have been implemented since the beginning of the year. Her eyes usually bright and cheery were now etched in criticism.    

“Is she mental?” She whispered over to Draco, rolling up the parchment of details she needed to cover before her first Prefect duty of the day: monitoring the first years during their mandatory break time after Charms.  

There was a terrible down pour of chilly rain and they were all expected to stay indoors for safety reasons. 

Draco glanced at the prim and proper view of Daphne. Neat, clean, and not a scuff in sight. 

Her perfectly set blonde hair was curled in at the ends and pushed away from her face with her usual black headband, not a strand out of place. Her cloak was pressed and pinned with her very own prefect badge. It was certain she had no cause to worry about the new uniform rule that was announced that day.  

That meant girls had to make sure their socks reached their knees and their skirts were a few inches lower. All shirts needed to be tucked away and all trousers had to be fitted. Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan were already in trouble for his usual slouchy laid back appearance. Umbridge had Finnigan’s belt tightened around his waist, a bit too far up, making him look like a disproportional grandfather.  

On the other hand, Daphne would have no trouble adhering to Umbridge’s rules. On the outside, she was the picture-perfect example of what Umbridge delighted on. Draco could have sworn that Daphne came back even more proper than before. Minus Daphne’s critical view, that is.  

It was that proper etiquette they taught at Beaubaxton.

She must have been struggling with her internal views if she hated it that much to beg to be transferred back. Draco had to admit, he couldn’t believe she was back even if Astoria, her sister, had been attending Hogwarts since the beginning of the year there was much to be said about Daphne’s absence.  

Daphne’s was perhaps the only one in Slytherin that understood him. Actually knew him. Something he didn’t realize he sorely needed and missed. 

Daphne shivered and hugged herself.  

“Forgot how cold it gets here.” She shook the arms of her cloak to better wrap herself with the only warmth she had on, “It’s still pretty warm down in France.” 

Draco quickly did her the favor and enchanted their bench to heat up so that she would have a source of warmth, "The rain isn't helping."

“Thanks,” She smiled, “I’ll need to owl in an order to Hogsmeade soon. I’d steal my sister’s fur lined cloaks but she'd claw my eyes out for them.” 

Draco lightly snorted. As they exchanged a few words, catching up from the months they hadn’t seen each other, a body purposefully marched up to them looking fairly intrigued as to why Draco was smiling widely so early in the morning.  

“Daphne,” Millie eye wide in shock, “I didn’t know you were coming back.” 

“Didn’t you?” Draco smirked “Weasley over there made sure that everyone knew yesterday. Couldn’t shut up about it.” 

A look of confusion struck Millie as she glanced over at Ron who was just entering the Great Hall with his two friends. His tired freckled face scanned around and brighten up the moment he spotted Daphne, giving her a gentle wave.  

Daphne perked up and grinned widely back at him.  

“Ron Weasley?” Millie Clearwater said in disbelief, “Why would he care?” 

“Well, he’s my boyfriend,” Daphne retorted, before sending her a blazing glare at Millie, “I would hope he’d care a little bit.” 

At that moment, Daphne stood up and gave Draco a quick thankful peck on the cheek before departing as if he was the catalyst of her beginning a relationship with Ron Weasley. 

“I’ll see you in class Draco,” Daphne announced, “I’m going to sit with Ron.” 

With that Daphne carefully flipped her perfect blond hair over her shoulders, giving Millie a purposeful glare, and marched over to Ron who was genuinely surprised at Daphne’s appearance at his side.  

It didn’t take long for them to settle into a sickly sweet display of devotion. It was in their eyes, heavy like honey as they doted on each other. Daphne would run her fingers though his red hair. Ron would feed her. Daphne would give him the smallest of pecks and Ron would respond with a pink face and his thumb caressing her chin.

It was really no surprise that the entire Gryffindor table was stunned but not as much as the rest of the school who rubbed their tired eyes as if it was playing tricks on them.

Hermione sat stiffly next to Harry who was dozing off not giving his friend another second of thought. 

“I-I didn’t know,” Millie whispered out. Draco shrugged and got up, hoping to get a bit of time in the library this morning. He had it in mind to finally get ahead on this self-assigned task of finding out more about this Department of Mysteries.  

“I’m off,” He lightly announced, gathering his things and shoving one last buttered roll into his mouth.  

“W-where?” Millie sprang into action, stepping into his path to stop him. It seemed like their interaction wasn’t enough to satisfy her. Draco chewed the last bite of his roll thoughtfully, arranging his bag on to his shoulder before he took the roll from his mouth.  

“Library,” He simply stated, swallowing. 

“I see,” Millie blinked up at him as if she was trying her best to telepathically tell him she wanted to spend more time with him. She didn’t need the power, not when it was written all over her face, “Do you have a lot of work to do?” 

“Yeah,” Draco said, feeling Millie following him out. He glanced over his shoulder to find her not so far behind. Draco also noticed immediately that now instead of the school looking at Ron and Daphne, they were now pointing out the other pair who was now making their exit from the Great Hall.  

The sight of Draco and Millie was nothing new. They had been seen at the Library studying together and chatting after Draco’s Quidditch practices. Draco didn’t understand the attention they got but he supposed they saw something that he couldn’t.   

“I can sneak in some snacks for us if you’d like,” Millie offered as they strolled in the chilly air of the corridors, fires roaring in order to begin warming up the castle, “I have a few assignments to finish off for Transfiguration, too.” 

Draco stopped right as he reach the Library. It was a dark gloomy morning thanks to the rain, making it seem like it was a lot earlier than it was.  

Draco yawned and shook his head, “Actually, I want to study by myself.” 

“Oh.” Millie deflated.  

“You should go back and eat a proper meal.” Draco gave her a small smile, “I know I dragged you out.” 

Millie nervously shook her head, “You didn’t. You’re just too polite to admit that I followed you out.” 

Draco was stunned at her bluntness and the way she began to crumble in her own admission. It looked like she felt the weight of her own pity as tried her best not to frown. There was something that pulled at Draco’s emotions. Perhaps it was because she was the reflection of what Draco wished he could do.  

He wished he could openly pine and long for someone and not have it questioned or seen as blasphemy but even the fear of that large possibility of rejection kept him in order.  

And he had to respect Millie for being so blatant and obvious.  

He might have been taking pity, but he felt for her.  

“Would you like to walk with me?” Draco offered, he still intended to study alone but he couldn’t say no to her crestfallen face. 

Millie winced, “What?”  

“For company,” Draco shrugged.  

“We’re already here,” Millie chewed on her lip, pointing at the Library doors.

Draco gave her an encouraging look, “We can walk around a bit.” 

There was a slight pause of silence when Draco quietly began to walk slowly past the library. Millie watched as Draco began to walk backwards as if he was waiting for her to follow. She quickly caught up. Draco could spare ten minutes of his time to entertain her, she was pretty harmless.

He chewed on his lip, “Millie.” 

Millie turned to him in a snap, “Yes?” 

“I heard that Ravenclaw is going to have a Halloween after party. Tonight.” Draco smiled seeing how surprised she looked, “How would that even work with Umbridge on the lookout?” 

"Ravenclaw ingenuity." She answered. 

"I don't doubt it," Draco nodded, "After The Three Broomsticks, I'll believe anything you tell me."

Millie paused but smiled widely, “If you come, I’ll let you in on our little secret.” 

Draco smiled back, contemplating a rough idea of a plan. 

They continued strolling around. Millie went on about her essays and her own work while Draco’s mind was on the task he meant to tackle that morning. He wanted to continue his search of the Department of Mysteries. With the constant absence of Dumbledore and not much direction, Draco felt like he was searching for a needle in a haystack.  

The amount of books about the Ministry he had checked out from the library even had Madam Pince suspicious of his interest. She had prodded him for more information to narrow down the search for him, but Draco didn’t know how to be direct without revealing that he was looking for information on the Department of Mysteries or even the Unspeakables.  

Madam Pince was startling to wonder exactly what he was looking for every time he turned in the books she helped with the biggest frown.  

It didn’t take a legilimens to see that Draco hadn’t been successful in his search.  

“So technically it really is a strict Ravenclaw party but, Padma is inviting Dean Thomas.” Millie sighed out wistfully, “I don’t see why it would be a problem to invite you too, you know?” 

Draco nodded, “Uh huh.” 

Draco’s shoulder was getting a bit tired of carrying the books he had intended to return in exchange for new ones. He had spent the better part of a sleepless night scanning through his books of the Ministry and another of ancient governing bodies in England.  

It had only occurred to him, in his ten-minute sleep no less, that he’s done this before. He was going in circles and he was slowly running out of resources to scavenger through. 

Surely there must be more.  

“We’ve decided on history for a fun debate for a party game...” 

Draco really tried to listen to Millie but his mind pulled away, plunging him into a tormenting storm of runaway thoughts. His focus would latch on to one thing and then it would slip away. Millies voice would ghost back in and out, and then, before Draco realized it, he was agreeing to spend the night in Ravenclaw so that he wouldn’t get caught way past curfew. Millie was glowing at this point.

Draco had indescribable feeling that he should be back in that library, thumbing through books because he needed to solve this unsolvable puzzle. 

Then Hermione’s face came into view. Her smile. Her on the edge of his bed last night. The things he wish he could freely do, as simple as meeting her in the library... 

The Library.  

It was then, when his mind had taken the liberty to plunge itself into her, shifting through each memory he had of her, did he find a sliver of hope. 

As if it had always been there, as plain as day, a book title jumped at him in clear letters in his sight. A book he recalled holding in his very hands while Hermione had approached him last year. 

“Elemental and Abstract Magic and its History.” Draco repeated the title that he recalled perfectly.  

“What?” Millie pipped up. Draco blinked back into focus and cleared his throat when he was thrown back to reality that he was still strolling around with Millie. He looked at his watch. 

It was too late to run back to the Library, considering they had made their way out into the Greenhouses where Herbology took place. Millie looked at him with a pleasant look, her wand up shielding them from the down pour of chilly rain.  

“Thanks for walking me to class,” She fluttered her lashes.  

Draco didn’t want to glower so he gave her a forced tight smile, taking out his own wand to create a barrier himself.

"Aquarepello," Draco flicked his wand, creating his own invisible umbrella, “No problem."

He turned on his heel, now full of mud and dead grass, and began marching back into the castle. He wish he could have given himself time to be angry at her for taken time away from him but he had the book title fresh on his mind. He could certainly go to the library for lunch... 

Draco took two purposeful breaths, as if he was trying to convince himself to have patience, trying to ground himself and picture that book in his hands again. It will soon be physically in his hands, he could almost see it... 

And then the memory came back. The entire memory.  

It was fuzzy at first, unlike the flash of a picture he just saw before, but then it became clearer the more Draco focused and breathed.  

The picture in his mind cleared, and then the book felt like it was really in his hands. 

Then the pages moved, reliving that very memory of Draco opening and reading that section of the book.  

“Elemental magic is the root of all magic. It is roughly defined by the most pliable but durable ways to conjure a change in the natural world.” Draco read the pages in his mind, “...while the most abstract of magic is harder to measure and study like the elementals, it still is worth noting that The Unspeakables of the Department of Mysteries dedicate their lives of the protection to their research and observations. Much like elemental magic, abstract magic can always be manipulated but never created...”

Draco eyes flew open, surprised by his ability to recall something so obscure but also to see it so clearly in his head. There was something there that Draco couldn’t shake this particular feeling off.  

His father wouldn’t have gone through all that trouble if it wasn’t important, and from all the mounting evidence, Draco was sure that plan was still in place.  

The only thing that stumped Draco was how? 

How was his father going to even attempt breaking in if there were Unspeakables who were sworn to their profession? The fact that nobody but the Unspeakables knew the workings of the Departments of Mysteries.  

Saul Croaker. Draco thought.

That wizard from that Christmas meal. Draco wasn’t sure how far along his father had worked his magic on that Unspeakable, but his father was a few steps ahead of Draco.  

Perhaps it was a fruitless endeavor that Lucius was on, but perhaps the crumbs that Saul Croaker might have slipped up would be enough for his father to attempt to break in the most secretive part of the Ministry. 

Frustrated, Draco inwardly groaned as he stomped up the steep hill towards the castle, wondering if there was a way to cheat around his father’s working attempts. Like how Ron and Hermione often had a bit of help during their night patrols. 

It’s not like the Ministry would have a map lying around... 

“Would they?” Draco whispered to himself, pausing right at the entrance 

Was there a map? A blueprint of all of the Ministry? 

Draco’s eyes tried to keep up with his racing mind, if there was a something of the sort would his father already have it in hand? Draco thought of the Marauder's Map and how useful it was.  

Was there one in existence for the Ministry? Surely the Ministry would have used blueprints in constructing their offices. Even a plain map would still be an incredible tool to have.  

Something. 

Draco looked at his watch. He was cutting it close to his very first meeting but he absolutely needed to find out.  

“Sephina?” Draco whispered out, fully aware how incredible strong house elf magic was. He ducked around the entrance, to shield him from some Ravenclaws and Gryffindors heading down to Herbology. 

Not a second laster, Draco trusted little helper appeared, bowing her head deeply.  

“Master?” 

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- 

“B.D.S.M. is not only a social club for outstanding selected students but-” 

There was pin drop silence when Draco raised his hand in the middle of their Defense Against the Dark Arts class, gathering for a meeting with Umbridge. Even the raging storm, that unleashed its rain the moment Draco was heading to this meeting, seemed to still at the announcement of the preposterous name.  

Umbridge, unused to having anyone interrupt her, gave Draco a forced cold smile withholding a bit of venom that she usually reserves for those that cross her path.  

Draco was lucky enough that he had an influential last name, or else he was sure he’d be jinxed to have his mouth shut tight. 

“Professor Umbridge,” Draco breathed out, already dreading the expectation to fully commit to this stupid club. There was really no way out of it and if there wasn’t he sure as hell wasn’t going to be in a club with that name.  

“Yes, Mr. Malfoy,” Umbridge hissed out in a clenched smile.  

“May I suggest a change in name?” Draco looked around to find a smile creep up the faces of his Quidditch team. It seemed like it was an unsaid obligation for all of them to be a part of this club and none of them particularly liked it.  

Aside from a few other Slytherin’s a handful of Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, there was only about twelve students in attendance.  

“I assure you that is the least of our concerns considering the terrible state Hogwarts is in under Dumbledore’s care.” Umbridge let out a light laugh.  

Draco smirked, “And I assure you, it’s a terrible name with sexual undertones for a club of underaged students.” 

Her face blanched, looking around as if she were expecting another student to tell her Draco was joking. The smiles from the boys and the awkward grimace of the girls were enough to confirm Draco’s concern.  

“Ahem,” Umbridge cleared her throat in a way that sounded fake, “Then we shall think of a name at the end of this meeting. First, I would like to start with running through this list of dangerous students that ought to be surveilled and pulled in for questioning.” 

With a flick of a wand, Umbridge sent out flyers from her pink wooden desk landing right in front of the twelve. It only took a second glance to terrify Draco how extensive the list was and right on top was Harry and the reasons why he was under surveillance.  

It read: 

Harry James Potter (Year 5) 

Unconforming. Rebellious and impulsive. Total of thirteen detentions this year, so far.
Pathological liar. Delusions of grandeur.  

Likely to attempt a Ministry Coup: High. 

Draco wanted to snort until Goyle let out an audible groan.  

“You must be joking,” Goyle cocked his meaty head to the side, “Granger is nothing the way you describe her.” 

Umbridge’s nostrils flared sensing a threat, “Pardon me?” 

Goyle felt the stares of his peers and looked around as if he couldn’t believe no one else had said anything.  

“She’s my Potions partner,” Goyle sneered back, as if that alone was to suffice how much he knew her and perhaps he did. It certainly was enough time spent together to know the falsehoods littered in the damn list. 

Draco looked back down at the flyer where Hermione’s class picture was. Photo Hermione’s eyes wandered around, confused as to why she was trapped in a list with such a title. Her hair was pin back at her ears and face was topped off with an unpleasant pout.  

Draco felt a fondness fill him as he watched her moody-self deal with the writing around her. Draco finally tore his eyes off Hermione’s to read her bit.  

Hermione Jean Granger (Year 5) 

Highly suspicious. Possible seductress. Calculating and controlling. Shielded by Prefect status.
Attention seeker. Validity of grades and scores are being called into question.  

Likely to aid in a Ministry Coup: High. 

That genuine fondness was replaced by utter repulsiveness. 

“Do you have a problem with my list?” Umbridge asked, fired burning in her eyes.  

Goyle nodded, “Yeah, if you’re insinuatin’ that Granger doesn’t deserve the marks she receives, that’s absolute bollocks.” 

Draco raised his brows, impressed that his own friend had been able to defend Hermione without any persuasion of his own. Draco wished he had the liberty to do the same because all he wanted to do right now is punch that frog face of hers.  

Slytherin Captain Montague crossed his arms after vigorously rubbing his face to stay awake, “The Weasleys are actually a decent family. A bit unconventional, sure, but they mean no harm. All of them. I mean, I myself wouldn’t consider myself marrying a muggle but I suppose Muggle Studies isn’t the worst subject to take.” 

Crabbe turned to the other five who weren’t in Slytherin, “Speaking of the Weasleys, any one of yous know if Fred and George are gonna make more of those puking pasties?” 

“Ahem,” Umbridge hiccuped out, her face nearly purple in rage, “Make more of what?” 

Draco closed his eyes, slowly and painfully.  

Thanks to Goyle, they all had to endure an extra hour of Umbridge failing to get an undying allegiance to her cause. She wanted to start investigating any leads that would lead her to her insane theory that Dumbledore was conspiring against the Ministry. 

And if caught, the very twelve in the room would be reward for aiding in catching a traitor. 

It had been such a dramatic speech, Draco almost wanted to clap at the high theater he had just watched. She had to be joking...  

When her speech hadn’t moved a single student passionately into her cause, she threatened to revoke the Quidditch privileges from Slytherin. The rest of the students had high ranking parents in the Ministry, who Umbridge assured will face repercussions if they didn’t help her. They all reluctantly agreed, but agreed nonetheless and that was all that mattered to Umbridge. 

Before the meeting adjourned, Umbridge went back to another pressing matter.  

“Right then,” She sighed out, ignoring Hannah Abbott’s sniffles after making her cry, “Name. What should we rename this club?” 

There was silence and all Draco wanted to do was leave. He feared that he already lost a good chunk of his first class of the day, Potions, and Snape will not be happy at all by that. Draco was also not happy to have wasted a class that had Hermione in it.  

“Well?” Umbridge urged to her silence audience.  

Draco glanced back down at his flyer and studied Hermione’s face. Her brows were turned up, knitted together as she tried to study him and then Draco felt a flash of a memory slap some sense into him.  

The reason why he was here. The reason why he was a busybody on his free time. 
 

“Why do you look at me like that?” Hermione whined playfully. 

Draco didn’t dare to rip his eyes from her, even if he had been caught red handed.  

“Like how?” He asked, shaking his head as if he had no idea what she was talking about.  

“Like,” She rolled her eyes up in thought, “Like you’re trying to figure me out. So inquisitive.” 
 

There were a handful of moments Draco felt a thrill of simple moments like that one because it meant that as much as he tried to hide it, Hermione could tell.  

She could see there was something more to him and being seen was something that truly sent sparks racing in Draco veins.  

Inquisitive, she had said.  

Draco open his mouth and then pursed it, shrugging as if the idea had no real significance to him. 

“If it is investigation that you aim for,” Draco began, “Why not the Inquisitorial Squad?” 

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- 

“You missed potions?” Millie raised her brows at him, almost as she were more upset with him than shocked that Umbridge had stepped over their schedules. Snape was not at all happy with the absence in his class and had a very public row with Umbridge in the dungeons.  

Word got around fast of the public dispute and was only confirmed with a new Educational Decree announcing the formation of the Inquisitorial Squad. 

Millie pouted at him as if she was disappointed that he had chosen a stupid club over his own studies. Draco had to be honest with himself, he would also be disappointed but he was also expected to join. 

Even Snape who had more than enough to reprimand him for, swallowed his bitter words and allowed Draco to finish off the last of his class observing Neville who was brewing a Soothing Potion, meant for burns. Snape shouldn’t be disappointed at his decision to join but he also couldn’t help himself. Draco was expected to, right? 

That was the one thing Dumbledore had been direct with. 

Draco might’ve not understood the reason for Snape and Umbrigde’s very public squabble but Snape’s legitimate concerns were quickly shut down with the threat of cancelling their Halloween Feast that night.  

Snape, not wanting to be that reason, promptly back down but not before hissing a warning to her. Speculation only ensued when Umbridge slipped out an apology and she ran along, possibly to terrorize more students. 

By lunch time, Draco was surprised no one had been talking about the Ravenclaw party, that he even doubted it was actually happening. Surely, Umbridge will have something up her sleeve.  

“It still is,” Millie whispered leaning over her Ravenclaw bench to speak to him, “But we had to cut back on some things.” 

“Oh,” Draco chewed on his lip, thinking she was hinting at something, “That’s fine. I’ll can join the next party.” 

Millie sputtered into action, “No, not you Draco. You’re still invited. We’re cutting back on music and lights. Surely if it looks and sounds like our tower is lively, then Umbridge will come sniffing.” 

“Can I invite someone?” Draco suddenly asked. 

Millie was stunned, "What?"

"Can I invite a friend?" Draco repeated.

“Who?” 

Draco’s eyes flicked up to the familiar blonde sitting on the other side of Ravenclaw’s Table. Millie whipped around to focus on the Gryffindors enjoying their simple lunch. A popular pair had just stood up to gather their things. 

“Daphne,” Draco said, motioning at Daphne who was now comfortably under Ron’s arm as they walked out of the Great Hall in a leisurely stroll.  

Millie frowned, “Oh.” 

“She’s practically my best friend.” Draco shrugged. Perhaps it wasn’t as true as he made it to be, but she was definitely someone he trusted and if there was anything he needed at the moment was that, trust.  

“I- I suppose one more couldn’t hurt,” Millie grumbled. 

Draco nodded happily, taking in a spoonful of food as his eyes were glued to the chunk of text, he had to read to catch up on the Potions lesson he missed.  

Millie continued to watch him, concerned etched in her face.  

“What is this Inquisitorial Squad thing you’re in now?” She frowned, “Don’t you have enough on your plate?” 

Draco froze, but took another forkful of veg from his plate of lunch. He chewed thoughtfully before he answered.  

“Father expects me to,” He answered simply, thinking of the flyer and all the names on the list he had grown fond of over the summer.  

Speaking of which he had let it slip to both Ron and Harry with a menacing warning that he needed to speak to them privately.  

There was something in Umbridge urgency to keep a close eye on the trio that Draco couldn’t shake off. And he needed answers.  

Millie was unfortunately slowing him down from eating after he announced to her that he needed to get to the library as soon as possible. His urgency was alarming to her.  

“Library?” She repeated, “Again? Weren’t you just there this morning?” 

Draco looked blankly at her, “I wasn’t able to, Millie. I walked with you to Herbology, remember?” 

“Oh,” She frowned, “You know you should be finding time to relax.” 

Draco glanced at her briefly before shrugging the idea off. If only she knew how much he needed to get accomplished... how much he needed to discover, to know.  

If she only knew the half of it, Millie would be in the constant state of urgency that Draco was always in. 

Draco frowned, “I’ve got to meet Weasley to review potion’s notes.” 

Millie gave a look of disapproval, “Weasley? Ron Weasley?” 

Draco shrugged, “Who else could I ask? All my mates were in the meeting with me. I don’t trust Pansy or Millicent to hand over a decent set of notes and Weasley is close to Hermione.” 

“Hermione?” Millie said slowly, a glazed expression grew on her face. Draco gave her a prompt nod.

Sure. He might have omitted that he was also going to meet up with Harry Potter but it was another bit of information she didn’t need to know.  

“Yeah,” Draco nodded, “She’s the best in class. Surely Ron’s copied off her. See you tonight?” 

“Tonight?” She repeated dumbstruck.  

“Your party.” Draco smiled, a handsomely wicked look on his face, “I got to run if I want to have time tonight. See you there, Clearwater, promise.” 

Millie's brows knitted up in hope, allowing Draco to leave at ease to meet up with Ron at the Library. Draco jogged over hoping it would be a quick meeting. Aside from having to compare notes with him, he did have a specific purpose to meet up with Ron who had been quite the talk of the school landing himself what was once deemed the Slytherin wallflower.  

Draco left Millie to her own lunch and raced over to the library, guiding his fingers over the three bookshelves and jogged over to the very secluded nook. 

Upon seeing Ron being showered in affectionate light pecks all over his face, almost warranted Draco to turn the other way to give them a bit of privacy but he had no time for it.  

“Weasel, it's been a day. You can tone it down you know. You are allowed to marry her if you wish to do this forever.” Draco harshly teased, but with a joking smile on his face. Ron had peeled himself off his girlfriend, turning a shade of light pink.  

Daphne turned to her classmate and narrowed her eyes at him as if to blame him for interrupting their privacy, but her look was more motherly than that. 

“Where were you in potions?” Daphne asked. 

“Umbridge,” Draco explained, rummaging through his bag to find his copy quill to do the work for him, “Her stupid meeting went way over the time. Where’s Potter?” 

Ron sat up straighter handing Draco his own notes, “Umbridge.” 

Draco scrunched up his face in frustration. It was all he needed to know that Harry was back in detention.  

Daphne took out her wand and flicked it, an expanding bubble enveloped them before it disappeared. She was smart enough to cast a silencing charm around them for their private conversation. Draco assumed that Ron had told her about the urgency of the meeting. 

“You certain your silencing charm is good?” Draco asked.  

Daphne nodded.  

Ron gushed, “She’s the best at them.” 

Draco ignored the insinuation of what that meant. 

“I couldn’t get out of joining the Inquisitorial Squad mate,” Draco glared at Ron’s messing handwriting, “People sort of expect it out of me and well, Dumbledore asked me to keep an eye on that foul woman.” 

“And?” Ron asked, his eyes wide and wondering.  

To answer, Draco took out a piece of parchment along with the flyer of all the names and pictures of high risked students  

It was Umbridge's watch list. 

Draco pulled out his Copy Quill from his bookbag that jumped to work, quickly scanning Ron’s notes before writing down a fresh set of notes on an extra sheet of parchment for Draco.  

Ron’s eyes scanned over the flyer and he frowned.  

“I’m a brainless what?” Ron repeated, clearly offended. Daphne dipped her head closer to read off the names.  

“They got nearly everyone,” She whispered loudly to Ron. 

Draco crossed his arms at this point, ready to bargain with his cousin. They were all up to something and he intended to know exactly what it was. 

“Tell me what you’re up to,” Draco glared softly.  

“It’s nothing really,” Ron shrugged, “Just a helping some students learn a bit of Defense, you know? Lessons with Umbridge have been dreadful, we're barely learning anything.” 

Although Draco couldn't deny, Defense Against the Dark Arts has been a painfully dull class, he still casted a stern look at Daphne who held her hands up, “I was not around when they formed Dumbledore’s Army. Clearly” 

Draco sighed, “For Merlin’s sake, you named it what?” 

Ron and Daphne exchanged looks.  

Draco rubbed his eyes, feeling the weight of another thing he needed to monitor. It was now clear to Draco what had sparked Umbridge’s paranoia. If only Draco had caught on sooner, he would have warned them to keep it more secretive.  

“You should join.” Daphne kindly said, reaching her hand out to his arm and gently shaking him, “Hermione and Ginny have mentioned how well studied you are about dark magic. I think we can benefit from knowing what the other side educates themselves with.” 

Draco shook his head, “It’s just theories and besdites, I’m not really well practice with it and I rather not be.” 

“I think you can still learn a bit from Harry,” Ron shrugged, “I know you both aren’t the best at getting on, but he is a better teacher than Umbridge.” 

“No,” Draco sighed out, “You don’t need me in it.” 

“Well of course we need you.” Ron tried his best to persuade him, “You’re one of the best students in our year.” 

Draco frowned, unsure of how to take the compliment. He felt the sudden urge to tear up and wave of embarrassment hit him again. They needed to stop being so kind to him.  

“I mean,” Draco gulped the knot in his throat, “I think I’m of better use if I’m on the outside.” 

He nodded as if he were trying to convince himself, “I can lead Umbrdige astray if you tell me where you’re meeting. If you tell me anything of worth.” 

Ron and Daphne looked disheartened to hear that Draco wasn’t keen on joining but glad he was going to help, in his own way.  

Ron winced as if he was unable to do the very thing he needed to have Draco help them.  

“You need to sign your name,” Ron sighed, “It’s sign up list, so we can be sure to trust you.” 

Draco gawked at him and Ron held up his hands innocently. 

“It’s Hermione’s idea,” Ron explained, “You can’t know any details unless you sign.” 

Daphne nodded in agreement. 

“I signed this morning,” She smiled, “Otherwise I think Ron would have been in a lot of trouble for letting any information slip.” 

“Talk to Hermione,” Ron urged, “She’s the brains behind the organization of it all.” 

Draco ran a frustrated hand through his hair, “Of course she is.” 

“Can’t believe she called Hermione a harlot.” Daphne huffed, reading the flyer once more.  

“But you can believe her calling me a brainless follower?” Ron pouted, reading over her shoulder. Daphne wrinkled her nose, casting a mischievous smile towards her boyfriend. She pulled him in and stretched her spine and neck just to attempt to peck him on his forehead. Ron had to clearly help her by ducking his head down to close the distance. 

“You don’t know the power you hold if she’s underestimating you,” Daphne swiftly answered, “And I would prefer that she continues to so, when the right time comes, you'll leave her gob smacked.” 

Daphne raked her fingernails through Ron’s red hair, scratching him like a beloved pet. Ron indulged in the attention as he pulled her in closer, enchanted by their love. Draco knew they were in the privacy of the nook but he never imagined that they would shamelessly flaunt their relationship in front of him like that.  

Draco cleared his throat once it looked like they were inching towards each other’s lips. Draco made a face. It had only been their first day together as a couple. Surely, they couldn’t be that comfortable with each other. 

“As much as it tickles me to see such a happy couple,” Draco huffed out, “When I have more useful information, I’ll make sure to pass it on.” 

Ron nodded eagerly, “I’ll let Hermione know you need to sign it will help her tell you more about it.” 

Draco glanced at his Copy Quill that was done with the note taking when another thing popped into his head.  

“I also need you, Daphne,” Draco pointed, “There is a party tonight we need to be attending.” 

Daphne and Ron exchanged looks. 

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- 

The Halloween Feast was an unexpected dud.  

There had been so much anticipation over the feast that it nearly shocked the older students how tame it was from past years. The food was delicious as always. The ghosts came out to entertain with stories that most students have heard a few times now. Even, Dumbledore had finally come out of hiding and delivered a very fun speech.  

There was just something missing from the atmosphere that weighed heavy on them. It was like a word right at the tip of a tongue that one could not just say.  

Draco took off his pointed hat and ruffled his blonde hair around, mildly bored as the first hour of the Feast came to a close. There was another planned two hours of this and Draco couldn’t think of an escape plan fast enough. 

It even felt like the pumpkin juice had been spiked with calming tonic with how mindlessly boring it was. There were several students trying their best to not doze off. Draco could have sworn the pumpkin juice, at first smell, was like a punch of fresh Valerian root to him.  

Draco sniffed the edge of his sleeve, wondering if the long hours him and Neville spent crushing the root transferred over to his clothes.  

“I heard about Hermione and Viktor.” Daphne quietly said once there was a lull in the Feast. A few students around them got up to stretch their legs and to grab pumpkin juice just out of their reach. “I didn’t believe the gossip column in the Daily Prophet but I overheard Hermione talking to the Patil twins when I walked in.” 

Draco forced out a smile but he was sure it looked like a grimace.  

Daphne studied Draco closely.  

“You must be disappointed,” Daphne frowned.  

“Devastated,” Draco bitterly said, as if he were attempting to be sarcastic and ultimately failing.  

Daphne’s face softened, almost as if she wished she could help him with the load of a broken heart.  

Right at that moment, Umbridge tried to rally up the students for a fun quiz. Her enthusiasm was only met by blank stares. Dumbledore was quick to ask the Music students to come up and sing a few songs for the school.  

It was quite painful to watch Dumbledore try to salvage the worst Halloween’s Feast Hogwarts had ever had, but at least he was back. And Draco felt hopeful.  

Perhaps he could meet with him for a bit of guidance soon.  

It might have been only an hour or perhaps five. 

Who knows. 

But it certainly felt like an eternity before the Feast finally concluded and all the students were given special Ministry approved goodie bags to take back into their rooms.  

Something in the way that most of students looked at each other, signaled they all understood that there was nothing to look forward in their bags. Once glance and it was confirmed.  

It was the worst goodie bag they had ever received.  

A pamphlet of the recent good the ministry has done was stuffed in there. There was a few anti cheating quills and a roll of parchment paper.  

Draco let out a huff of astonishment at how bad it was. Years prior, their goodies bags were to the brim filled with sweets and small surprises to share with friends. Draco’s first year they got a small snake they were able to use to scare the other students before it turned into stone.  

Last year, with the Triwizard Tournament, they were able to try treats from France and Bulgaria. And a specialty treat from Zonko’s that when eaten, they were able to breathe out fire.  

School supplies.  

They got school supplies.  

Neville voice was heard from the disappointed throng of students, saying something about needing the extra parchment. Draco was about to cross over to find Neville to give him his goodie bag but before he could cut through the mass of students, Daphne stopped Draco. 

She tilted her head slightly to the side, signaling him to follow her. He didn't need to ask why for Draco to wordlessly follow her, almost walking against the flow to students to reach the edge of the mob exiting the Great Hall. The flow of disappointed students have been voicing their opinions on past gifts and it didn't seem like Umbridge had won any students over by being practical. Draco even heard Hermione’s voice cut through the chatter of her preference of the sugar quills they got once.  

The mass of students slowly made their way out all yawning and grumbling how shitty the feast was, eyes glassy and feet heavy. Draco stuck to Daphne’s side until they had a pocket of space to step out of the horde to hide behind a marble statue. They waited for a moment watching the mob yawn and drag themselves away. 

“Come,” Daphne whispered, pulling him away from the last of the students who almost looked like zombies the way they walked. 

“I think something was spiked,” Daphne mouthed, barely voicing her opinions as she looked over her shoulder at the last students stumbling on their feet. Draco stared back at what she was looking at, the puzzle slowly piecing together.

“Is she insane... Are they...” Draco mouth parted in astonishment, “The pumpkin juice.” 

“Possibly.” She quietly answered, "I didn't drink any. Not my favorite, did you?"" 

He shook his head.  

“No,” He disagreed, “I thought it was just me but I had a feeling it reeked of Valarian.”  

Draco scoffed at the ingenious of it all when it finally all dawned on him.

Of all the nights that Umbridge was worried about. She might have caught wind of any after parties that were rightfully being prepared in fear of her controlling this year's Halloween Feast. She couldn’t quite go barging into houses. Even Slytherin, Umbridge would need the permission of Snape before she laid a single foot in their dorms. The only way to stop any parties is to ruin them before they had the chance to delight themselves. 

Draco gulped. She was turning out to be a huge fucking terror. Drugging students?  

Daphne chewed on her lip worriedly, “Do you still plan on that thing, with Ravenclaw?” 

Daphne kept glancing over Draco shoulder as if she was expecting someone to appear so she pulled Draco further away from the Great Hall into a less traveled corridor that lead to a dead end. 

“Well I think it could do us some good if I go,” Draco smirked pitifully, “Don’t you think we should be trying to be two or three steps ahead?” 

Daphne paused unnaturally. It seemed like she was also having difficulty choosing her words carefully.  

“Yes,” Daphne whispered over, “Ron told me why and showed me that map, but, maybe we shouldn’t go. It’s not the best timing.” 

Draco scowled at his friend, “I think there is no better time to update that map.” 

And there it was.  

Draco’s true intentions. 

Daphne nodded slowly as if she understood him, “Is that why you’re speaking to Mildred?” 

Draco froze in place. He hadn’t meant it to come off like he was using her, but if he was being objective, he was. Nonetheless, since Daphne vocalized it, it made him feel pretty shitty. 

"It's not like that," Draco tried to explain albeit, poorly.

"So you like her," Daphne crossed her arms, seemingly unpleased the way Draco was going about things.

"It's not like that either," Draco made a face. 

Daphne seemed to read his mind, “You never really spoke to her before, you know. I didn't think you'd use her just because she's putty in your hands.” 

Draco waited for her to finish off what was really on her mind.  

Daphne cocked her head and when she crossed her arms, “Don’t tell me you’ve never known that she fancied you.” 

Draco sighed, “Well, Hermione mentioned it but what are you getting at, Daph.” 

Daphne rolled her eyes, “You can’t be that stupid, Draco. She was one of the girls in class that pined after you last year, hoping you’d ask her to the ball.” 

Draco blinked stupidly.  

“Who was your date last year?” Daphne argued.  

“Well, you,” He shrugged.  

“And who else has been at your side recently?” 

Draco cocked his head, “Uh, you?” 

Daphne scoffed, “UH, yes!” 

“You can’t be insinuating that she is jealous,” Draco let out a light laugh.  

“I’m not insinuating,” Daphne glared, “Because I’m telling you directly that she is, which would only mean that she really fancies you, Draco! Or did you not notice how annoyed she looked this morning?” 

Daphne leaned in to whisper the final nail in the coffin, “She wasn’t too pleased at all to let me know the Ravenclaw password today in History. I’m sure she hates I'm coming.” 

Draco, still in somewhat disbelief, shook his head recalling all the times Millie was eager to join him on a study hour or bump into him on his patrol. Even that morning, when Draco was having breakfast with Daphne, Millie had gone up to them and it did feel a bit tense between the girls.  

“Well I don’t see her in that way,” Draco softly admitted when Daphne ripped her sight off his face, “You know who my heart belongs to.” 

“H-Hermione!” Daphne called out, glancing at Draco nervously. It was like she felt guilty for exposing Draco to the very person that affected him so much.  

Draco followed Daphne’s line of gaze and spotted that very figure who was shuffling out of the shadows. Hermione inched towards them carefully. By the look of her face, it did seem like she had overheard them.  

Draco was panicked and embarrassed but thankful that Hermione’s name hadn’t slipped from his mouth at his admission. 

Hermione’s face came into the light in view, her brows were scrunched up and her eyes wide.  

She was holding that map and another piece of parchment cautiously looking at Daphne. 

“Good evening,” Hermione cleared her throat, “Ron said you wanted to see me? Malfoy?” 

Draco huffed and looked at Daphne for assurance.  

“Daphne knows about our summer,” Draco gave Hermione a weak smirk. There was a lot that Draco had updated Daphne on and one of the first thing he spilled was how wonderful his summer had been.  

Hermione dipped her head in a half nod, almost as if she was glowering at Daphne.  

“Oh yes.” Hermione breathed out, almost glaring, “Quite a different summer.” 

Draco didn't know why her voice was on edge, he was pretty sure Hermione enjoyed her summer as much as he did.

“Ron wrote a lot about it,” Daphne confirmed, “I feel a little left out.” 

Draco chuckled causing Hermione’s sights to snap over to him.  

“You’re all going, aren’t you? To that party. I had Ron fess up.” Hermione narrowed her eyes at Daphne. 

Daphne was gaping, glancing between them before taking a step back, “Oh, About that... I should go and, um, freshen up. I’ll see you in the common room?” 

Daphne raised her brow at Draco and swiped his bag from his hand. 

It wasn’t long before Daphne nearly ran off, leaving them completely alone.  

“Ron mentioned I should sign something,” Draco pipped up, clearing his throat. 

“Are you mad?” Hermione jumped immediately to scolding him, “You got to be possibly insane to think that it‘s fine to do whatever you please after Umbridge’s attempt of drugging us. That you’d go to Ravenclaw- We do not know how far she will go if we cross her.” 

“Shh,” Draco hissed out, urging her to be careful with her words. He glanced around for a good measure before guiding her towards the wall to keep her out of sight from any one walking nearby. It seemed like the corridors were empty but they could never be sure. Well, glancing down at the map in Hermione's hand, the only other name near them was Daphne's name fleeing from them.

“Do I look like a fool with no plan, dear?” Draco smirked.

The term certainly caught Hermione by surprise. She scrambled to find her words for a hesitant moment before she was back to scolding him.  

It was music to Draco’s ears.  

“You can not go.” She ordered, rolling up the map and tapping him lightly on his forehead as a playful threat.

“If Ron and I go, we can help you begin to complete that map of yours.” Draco said in a near whisper, lowering his head as he did, “You’ll have enough insight for a rough draft of the tower.” 

Hermione’s face hardened, “That cannot be the reason to risk tonight. Try some other day.” 

“And if it wasn’t the only reason?” Draco shot back.  

Hermione’s rage diminished for a moment.  

“What?” She asked, confused.  

“I received a personal request for my presence. Millie invited me,” Draco confidently responded. It was the truth. She had invited Draco and made sure that the invite was exclusive, except for the fact that he weaseled Daphne in along with her very own weasel.  

Hermione’s mouth parted. There was a slight pause in her breath.  

“Y-you said you didn’t fancy her.” Hermione reminded him but it felt like she was trying to convince herself more.  

Draco shrugged, “I didn’t know fancying is a requirement to accept an invitation. She’s still a friend and I suppose blowing off a little steam wouldn’t be so harmful, would it?” 

Hermione’s face was almost blank. If it wasn’t for the slight downward pull at the corner of those lips Draco found himself staring at often, then he would have missed her disapproval.  

“You can’t be jealous, Granger?” Draco teased, hoping in some part that she was.  

Hermione flashed him a glare.  

“Of Millie?” She scoffed, “Of course not!” 

Draco held back a smile.  

“Is that what you think I’m talking about?” Draco smirked before he clarified, “Jealous you weren’t invited.” 

Hermione huffed and sent a playful shove. Draco relished in the moment.  

“Will you stop!” Hermione cried, “I have about a hundred things running through my head and the last thing I need is you derailing my thoughts.” 

Draco felt a bit of pride surge through him, witnessing Hermione lose her composure because of him.  

“So?” Draco hummed out.  

“So what?” She snapped.  

“What do I need to sign?” Draco smirked.  

Hermione jumped in her skin after she realized of her initial reason for her approach. 

“Oh, here,” Hermione, reaching into the breast of her cloak and handed over the parchment to Draco which was titled Dumbledore’s Army. 

Draco looked at the giant list of students that had signed up, all from different houses and years. Daphne’s name was scribbled small, underneath Ron’s name. Even a few Slytherin’s were on it. Draco’s eyes paused on Goyle’s name. 

He wanted to rub his eyes, fully believing he was hallucinating things but there it was, Goyle’s name, as clear as all the other names on the list. 

Was that the reason why Goyle had been so passionate in defending Hermione in their first Inquisitorial Squad meeting? He knew they were potion’s partners but he never thought Goyle would warm up to Hermione that fast. How did Draco miss another thing that felt like it was right under his nose?  

Hermione smiled and handed him a quill to which Draco took it and began to scribble his name on the back of the parchment paper, that was crowded with names.  

Draco made a face when his name hadn’t been etched in. He even signed twice to no avail. He looked at the tip of the quill and then back at Hermione.  

“It holds invisible ink,” Hermione sighed, “I couldn’t risk it.” 

Draco furrowed his brows, “If Goyle signed his name in regular ink, why can’t I?” 

“That’s before I knew Umbridge was forming the Inquisitorial Squad and that he’d be force to participate.” Hermione winced, “Otherwise I would have made him sign in invisible ink as well.” 

“Why not have all the signatures in invisible ink,” Draco pointed out.  

Hermione let out a huff.  

“Well next time we found a secret fellowship I’ll make sure to consult you,” Hermione shot back, frowning, “Since you seem to have all these great ideas.” 

Draco was taken aback at Hermione’s sudden harsh words and funny enough, he could feel a small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. 

“Are you alright?” Draco cocked his head, his smile stretching even wider. He didn’t know why but he felt somewhat honored that Hermione was snapping at him. It wasn’t the type of exchange that enemies shared.  

No. 

It’s the kind of bickering that people were close did.  

“Because I am trying to protect you here,” Hermione shot at him, “And all you can think of is all the ways I could have done things better? Or go off to some stupid party? You’re- You’re insufferable.” 

Draco scoffed, “Me?” 

“Yes!” Hermione hissed out. 

“All because I want to sign my name like everyone else?” Draco cocked his head, questioning her. 

“No!” Hermione groaned, “Because- be...” 

She huffed trying to get a hold of her anger.  

“Then because your jealous?” 

“Draco Malfoy!” Hermione punched each syllable of his name and suddenly Draco felt very much in trouble. “Will you stop with your- your teasing? For someone who has vocalized not wanting to be connected, you sure like to annoy me with flirting-” 

Hermione gulped and averted her gaze away from him as if she was suddenly embarrassed to have openly admitted that she thought Draco was flirting with her, of all people.  

And she wouldn’t be wrong for thinking it.  

“Nevermind,” She ended, “Forget what I said. Although, I’m sure you’d love to use it against me later on.” 

Not the only thing he loved to have against her. 

Draco cleared his throat.

“Right,” Draco gulped, feeling the need to relieve her from her inner conflict. He wanted to confirm that he was flirting and it was very much intentional but they had other pressing matters.

“So why did I need to sign this in order to know anything about Dumbledore’s Arm-?” 

Hermione jumped, slapping her hands over his mouth in surprise. She pushed him up against him, his back almost slamming against the cold corridor stone walls. Draco’s heart began to race.  

“Shh!” She pleaded, “Secrecy, Malfoy!” 

He didn’t respond. Draco could feel his chest heaving, having her hands on him. He felt his eyes widen at the sudden closeness and when it finally dawned on Hermione how rash her reaction was, she let go of him.  

“Sorry,” She said, flattening down her skirt nervously, “It’s just that we now know she is aware of something going on, and it makes it better to know that we have some safeguards in place. The signature is a sort of induction. You’ll get to know time and place of our meetings and as a safety measure, for us, if anyone leaks any information to those not on the list-” 

Draco blinked wildly, “Hermione, did you curse the list?” 

Hermione winced, “Well one could never be too sure who to trust. We trust in their word but considering how barbaric Umbridge is on Harry, I’m sure she will try any measure to extract information on a student.” 

Draco nodded.  

“Our next meeting will be in about three days,” Hermione quietly added, “Room of Requirements.” 

Draco blinked, unsure if he had ever heard of that room. Surely, she was pulling his leg but seeing the sincerity of her voice stopped him from teasing her. In fact, he didn’t sign her list to actually attend the meetings. He needed to know about them for a completely different reason. 

“I can’t attend.” He gulped, “But thank you for inviting me.” 

Hermione’s face fell, “What do you mean? You signed.” 

Draco nodded, “Yes. I know but I signed because you need help.” 

“What help would I need?” Hermione blinked wildly, “The list is a safe guard-” 

“No it’s not,” Draco lowered his voice, “All it needs is for it to fall on the wrong hands or for you to induct the wrong person.” 

“If someone says even a single word,” She argued back but Draco cut in.  

“Then it would be too late. The information is out there, there is no taking it back,” Draco pointed out, “You need me more on the outside than attending your meetings. Surely you’ll value the information that Umbridge has on you guys and make proper adjustments so you won’t get caught.”  

She frowned, “Oh.” 

“And if you tell me where this room is, I’ll can make sure to steer her away from that area.” Draco offered which made Hermione cock her head to her side.  

“You must really not know about the Room of Requirements.” She smiled, “Seventh floor, try to steer her investigations away from that area as much as possible.” 

There was a lull in their conversation.  

They had exchanged enough information and that wasn’t enough for them to part ways. Hermione was still standing close to him, despite having jumped away after releasing Draco’s mouth early on. There was something about the silence that made Draco’s heart ache for her.  

Like he could reach out and pull her away into a night of adventures and spend another special night with her but he couldn’t bring himself to be that selfish.  

And yet, she lingered as if she was waiting for him to do something. Her hands were intertwined with each other, biting that bottom lip Draco wanted to desperately taste.  

“So that party...” Hermione pressed her lips together shyly, looking up at him through her lashes.  

Draco nodded, almost forgetting about that thing he promised to be at. There was something in her eyes that he couldn’t help but want to drown himself in her gaze. 

“Let me walk you to your dorm Hermione,” Draco offered, almost hypnotized. Her shoulders deflated but she accepted his offer. 

They slowly walked towards the Gryffindor entrance, the portrait of the Fat Lady, which wasn’t more than a ten-minute stroll from the dead-end corridor they had been at.  

It could have been in Draco’s head but he could have sworn that their steps were dragging as if they were both trying to lengthen their time together. It was much different from the way he strolled with Millie. He couldn't have been more detached from the moment, yet here with Hermione, even in their silence his senses were piqued. He swore he could hear her soft breathing and counted each time she would lick her lips from his peripheral. She was nervous, perhaps anticipating something. Maybe she didn't want their walk to end. 

Draco would gladly walk circles around Hogwarts in the cold rain with Hermione until the morning came.

“I-I don’t mean to pry,” Hermione began, wringing her hands together nervously, “But-” 

“But you’re going to do it anyways,” Draco teased, earning a soft glare from Hermione. He was pleased he was right. 

“Nevermind then,” She huffed, her chin defiantly up and clearly offended.  

Draco smiled, “Oh, just pry away Granger. I know it kills you not to know and it kills me to see you so bothered.” 

“Hermione,” She corrected, giving him a knowing look, “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you refusing to say my name. You know that it gets under my skin when you do it on purpose.” 

“I don't always do it purpose, Granger,” Draco bickered back, grinning widely, “Is this what you wanted to pry on? Why I don’t say you’re name, 'Mione?” 

She paused for a moment, staring at him in wonder, before shook her head to answer. She took a moment to pause before she spoke up again.

“When you and Daphne were talking,” She began, “You said...” 

They reached the Portrait of the Fat Lady who was dozing off, but still quite annoyed she had a few students loitering around. Hermione paused for a moment as if she was trying to gather how to say the next words. On the other hand, Draco was trying to quickly recall his conversation with Daphne. He cleared his mind and with two calming breaths he could hear their voices, like they were trapped in a tunnel from a distance. 

“I’m not sure what the conversation was about but,” Hermione attempted again.  

Draco focused on those voices in his head belonging to Daphne and his. 

The voices were becoming much clearer. 

“Who was it that you were speaking about?” Hermione asked finally. Draco was confused for a moment until those confirming voice came back.  

“I’m not insinuating because I’m telling you directly that she is, which would only mean that she likes you, Draco! Or did you not notice how annoyed she looked this morning... ” 

“Well I don’t see her in that way. You know who my heart belongs to.” 

He opened his mouth but nothing came out.  

“You fancy someone, don’t you?” Hermione asked. It was then when Draco was stunned into silence. He could feel the heat crawling up his neck and finally blooming onto his cheeks.

"Come on now, fess up," She forced an evil grin, "Who is the unfortunate girl?"

Draco couldn't find the words to even lie to her. This amused Hermione even more. She leaned her side against the staircase railing studying him intently. Her light laughter rung in the still air like bells tickling his ears.  

“Oh?” She blinked innocently up at him, “Strange. I didn’t think it was possible to leave the Draco Malfoy speechless.” 

“You often almost do, Granger,” Draco blurted out.  

Hermione’s smile faltered and not a second later the door of the portrait slammed open, revealing a freshly showered Ron, looking overtly disturbed. He stood there almost surprised he had ran into them with his chest heaving up and down.  

“Hermione, go get Dumbledore,” Ron ordered, “Draco come with me, I need you.”  

Hermione went white and tried to follow Ron and Draco into the Portrait hole. Draco had been dragged in before he could accept lending his help. As he crossed their common room and approached some steps, there was an eerie feeling like they were completely alone.

“What’s going on?” Hermione hissed out, "Ron!"

That had been enough to snap Ron from his panic, 

“You know how Harry ignored how you said that thing about the Pumpkin juice? Harry was borderline dead tired, like everyone else, and he went straight to sleep.” Ron blurted out, “And everyone else is dead asleep too and I didn’t know who to ask for help.” 

Draco was being pulled up the stairs that he assumed were their dorms, if it wasn't for Ron's panic, Draco would take the time to fully appreciate his surroundings. But, because of the astonishing concern writing all over the freckled face of Ron, his grey eyes were glued on his cousin.

“Harry’s nightmares ‘Mione...” Ron frowned deeply, worried etched all over his features, “He was screaming and. And Harry- He thinks something terrible happened.” 

"What?" Hermione whispered out. 

"My dad," Ron whimpered, "He said he was attacked."