Draco Malfoy is back at Hogwarts, but he quickly becomes bored and decides to pick up his game. But whom will be his victim this time?

 Don't ever accept a job offer from a Professor. You might be getting in way over your head.

He'd called her Hermione. He had used it. Draco sodding Malfoy.

Maybe he isn't as bad as everyone is saying? Hermione thought, but immediately slapped herself – literally.

“Well, well. Stealing my spot, are we?”

Draco smiled, his eyes closed. “I can't see your name anywhere?” he said and heard Hermione snort. “Jerk.”

“Gryffindor.”

“I'm taking that as a compliment.”

“You shouldn't,” he said as he stood up, allowing her to take her seat. “You really shouldn't.”

“Darling?”

“Yes, mum?”

Leonie looked up at the woman before her with long, au brown hair and deep green eyes. The woman smiled.

“Draco is coming over. His parents are making the house ready for the Ball. You're fine with that, aren't you?”

Putting on an extremely fake smile, she nodded. “Yes. It's fine.”

Mrs Daniels nodded and walked out of the library and Leonie groaned, covering her face with her book.

Leonie's eyes were glued on the brunette across that room that wore a stunning dark blue dress with a large brooch at waist-level. Her hair fell in natural waves, reaching a few inches below her shoulders. She was wearing her mask, but it was impossible to mistake her. It was Hermione Granger. And she was here. As Draco's date.

Do you ever feel as though no one knows who you are? You can wear a mask and fool the world, but you will never fool your self.

Sometimes I wonder, who is that girl staring back at me? Why is my reflection someone I don't know and will it ever show my true self?

I feel as though I am pretending to be someone I am not, and that I have been trapped within this character. This is not who I am, and it will never be.

“You shall stay behind. I have a mission for you,” Voldemort drawled, and for a fraction of a second I felt Draco's eyes on me, before he left the room - being the first one.

As Dumbledore started speaking, however, I forgot all about the Slytherins. The Headmaster's words were a blur but a few stuck out.

Voldemort. Death Eaters. Hogwarts unsafe.

Suddenly my pumpkin juice seemed a lot less lovely. Whispers emerged in the hall immediately. Even the Slytherin table seemed on edge.

“Just find her and carry out the deed,” the werewolf growled and Leonie pushed past him and ran.

“Not having her with me, not being able to wake up and meet her for breakfast in the Great Hall or joke with her in between classes, not being able to picture my life with her in it. There's nothing okay with that. It just... It sucks.”

The grass was moist as Draco Malfoy made his way up the hill. His eyes soon found the purpose of his arrival here and he stopped.

“Hey, Leonie,” Draco smiled, his hair slightly more tousled than usual.