“You are not telling me something. If the Death Eaters are so desperate to kill me, it is because something happened. Or else the Order wouldn’t think I needed your protection.”

“Maybe it's because they finally realized what a jerk you are and decided to finish you off.”

“What have I done, what have I…” He couldn’t breathe anymore, he was choking.



“Malfoy, Malfoy… Draco, please…” he heard a distant voice calling his name.

“You aren’t going to talk me out of this one ‘Mione. There’s something up with you two, I can sense it. There’s this weird vibration in the air when you two are together.  I can tell just by the way he looks at you. Hermione, Draco Malfoy fancies you, and very much.”

“So,” he finally said, “you are telling me that Malfoy used the Image Concealment Spell to lock some information in his mind? After I told you, Malfoy, like a thousand times to never use that spell unless you had no other choice?”

“Finally!” Hermione exclaimed cutting Draco off. “It’s turning brown! See? I told you I did it right!”
“Oh yes, you never doubted, not for one second.”
“Shut up, Malfoy!”

“Did you expect anything different from me, Potter?”

“Never, you will always be the same.”

“Actually, people do change. You should know that by now.”

“You are right, people change. Death Eaters don’t.”

Malfoy is being followed, but is it really the Malfoy that they are looking for?

 The morning sun shines on Edinburgh but the storm is coming