Second Year

Having to keep their friendship a secret from everyone was becoming annoying at least, but it wasn't nearly as bad as the problem she now had to solve. 'The Chamber of Secrets? Honestly does Harry have to awaken every evil thing he comes near?' Hermione though, running up to the Owlry.

'And they think he's the heir of Slytherin?' she thought. Meeting Draco was, as always, dangerous because someone could catch them, but she had to speak to him.

As usual, the Slytherin common room being closer to the Owlry, he was already there. A slight flush was already ebbing away from his face, showing he had run here. As soon as he saw her he came forward to hug her, assuming the 'urgent' discussion was about something bad.

"What, what is it?" he asked, immediately concerned for his best friend.

"Nothing really bad, but you are going to have to work on your already supreme acting skills. You know about the whole C.O.S thing?"

"Course."

"Well, my heroes, and I mean that literary, have decided that you are the Heir of Slytherin and I had to go along with it."

Draco didn't look worried...yet. "So what's their latest half-thought out scheme?"

"Well, to get you to confess, they have got me making polyjuice potion and at the end of the month, we are coming into your common room as three Slytherins to interrogate you." Hermione giggled. She knew, of course, that draco was no more the Heir of Slytherin than she was, but refusing to do the plan was like admitting to the secret she had kept successfully until now.

"Alright, I'll just have to make them think know nothing of it." Draco said simply.

With a frustrated look Hermione began pacing. "No," she said, " it's not that easy. You'll have to act like there isn't anything you know, but that you wish you did so yiu could help. And then, just to make things more foolproof...Do you know the story?" she asked, turning to face him again.

The young blond smirked and nodded. "Hermione, I know all the stories about this place. You've told me them all."

"Oh right. Well, you should tell them about the muggleborn who died and tell them you hope another dies this time."

Seeing his shocked and repulsed look she added, "I'm sorry, but it's the only way to make them believe you. And you'd better tell them it's me you want dead, so they'll get out of there faster. They will hardly be able to control their anger for a while."

Hermione smiled at the Slytherin, glad the plan was working on both sides. She was about to leave when Draco caught her arm.

"Hermione, I know you knew I didn't mean it, but I am truly sorry for calling you a mudblood the other day. I haven't been able to see you yet and apologize so here it is. I'm sorry." His icy silver eyes softened as he surveyed the beautiful young witch in front f him.

"It's alright Draco, I just had to pretend you actually meant it so it looked like I was sad. I know you'd never hurt me." Smiling a smile that wreaked havoc with his heart, Hermione left for her common room.

Draco Malfoy, youngest and best Malfoy, sank to the floor and smoothed back his hair, as he though about a girl whom he believed never to be fully his.