Draco went to bed that night and lay awake thinking about who this daughter of his master is. "right lets review this little description of her…she curly hair…big teeth…clever. Hmmm…I cant think of a single Slytherin that matches that. I'll keep an eye out at breakfast." He continued to rack his brains for a Slytherin girl of Voldermorts description but without luck. Eventually he feel into a deep dreamy sleep where he dreamt about his ingenious ways of How To Kill Potter, and even came up with a new one which involved Harry stuck to the floor with magical gum and Draco bouncing up and down on a pogo stick – with an extra sharp end – on Harry's chest. Hahahahaha…he would have to write that one down when he woke up.

At breakfast that morning Draco sat next to Pansy staring eagerly around the table trying to find the Daughter, suddenly, a large pair of blue eyes met his on the other end of the binoculars. He jumped back in fright. "Dracey, darling why are you wearing those binoculars at breakfast?" Pansy fluttered her heavily mascara-ed eyelashes at Draco looked at him with her best attempt at puppy dog eyes. Draco thought she looked rather like a baboon which had been tested on in a make-up testing laboratory and had – as a result of all those chemicals – been physically deformed to look like…that. He shuddered at the creature sitting expectantly in front of him. Think quickly or she might get suspicious! Suspicious? Of course she's going to be suspicious! You're wearing binoculars indoors you prat! "Pansy…sweetie…I was simply trying to get a close up of your…beautiful…face!" he then forced himself to give her a kiss on the cheek for effect. She seemed to believe it and so she left the breakfast table a happy…yet stupid…girl.

Draco made his way down to potions, his favourite lesson – he so enjoyed watching his Snape torment the stupid little Dream Team (as some liked to call them…he preferred the Nightmare Pair plus Bucktooth Brainiac.) Brainiac? Big teeth? Hmm…sounds familiar! He couldn't quite put his finger on it though so he pushed it from his mind. Keep looking for Voldies daughter…she could be anywhere…in Slytherin. He slid down into his seat next to some Brainy Slytherin he didn't know the name of – but then who cares?? They help you get a good grade and that was good enough for him! Just as he settled down and began practising his best smirk in a pocket mirror he carried everywhere with him, The Dream Team Plus Bucktooth Brainiac sidled in spotted him and all plastered on matching glares. They must have practiced that! His smirk grew as he pictured them with a rag doll as him saying "ready, one two three…GLARE!" he quickly looked in the mirror…perfect. Just then Potter tripped over some stupid Gryffindor's bag and fell flat on his back… ahhhh, now all I need is some bubble gum and a pogo stick. But just then Snape walked in so he went back to getting out his pencils and eyeing up possible candidates to be The Daughter. Still nothing though, so he got down to working through his uneventful potions lesson…the highlight being when Weasel put in a wrong ingredient and his nose grew so big you couldn't see his face…but Draco could guess it would be red as a tomato.

That evening he went to the library to continue writing his book of How To Kill Harry Potter. He felt someone trip over him and reluctantly he glanced up from his book to see who the clumsy thing was. He looked down to see Granger in a heap on the floor, looking more of a mess than he could ever hope to see. Draco grinned in delight and, as she angrily brushed a curly piece of hair from her eyes he stopped, "…she has curly hair…". His mind was whirring crazily in a desperate panic: No way…she couldn't be Voldemorts…this is so not happening…argghh!!!! Draco grabbed Hermione by the arm, heaved her up easily and pushed her up against the library wall. She stared at him with confusion in her big chocolate coloured eyes and then fear set in. She was trapped in a deserted library with her enemy and he's got her squashed against the wall and …she struggled and wriggled against his grip but he had a tight hold on her…there's nothing she could do about it. Damn. Draco looked at the frightened girl beneath his iron grip, and remembered the small scrap of paper that Voldemort had sent him after lunch on which he had recited what his daughter should look like, it had quite a few scribble marks so he couldn't exactly be sure but it had said a lot of things that his master seemed sure of, and it had even come with a tiny little photo of a baby girl at three months in a little black baby grove and cloak with a badge on it saying "Best Dad" and it had written beneath it " Because he will rule the world" presumably written in by Voldemort himself. He ran a mental check through the list

Brown eyes – check

Curly/bushy hair – check

Big front teeth – check (well she used to have them till she got them shrunk)

Golden/brown hair – check

Pale skin – check

Reasonably small ears – hmm…kinda – check

A black dummy with a little bow on – what?!

Oh, and a small birthmark in the shape of a diamond on her stomach somewhere –err…maybe

But by now Malfoy was positive it was her. Oh, Merlin!!! Voldemorts daughter was a Gryffindor??? He looked at her once more to make sure, her pale legs could be seen showing where her robe ended, and her bushy golden brown hair was tucked behind quite small ears, and her big brown eyes were staring quizzically at him. Only one way to make sure…

He pinned her arms behind her back with one hand and with the other he pulled open the front of her robe. Her eyes grew wide and she tried to pull free, but he wasn't about to let her go – hell no! he needed to make sure because this was just too much! His eyes searched her chest and stomach looking for the mark – the thing that would let him know that she was the daughter of his master. Just below her bra – which, Draco noticed was very pretty and very…full – was a small diamond shaped mark. He gasped and loosened his grip on Hermione, who without hesitation did up her robe. So, it was true – the mudblood was not really a mudblood – she was in-fact as pure as they come and daughter to his masterful master. Wow. He had completely forgotten about the embarrassed looking girl behind him who was trying to collect up her books and hide the bruise Draco had just caused her. Then he turned around and grabbed her wrist, " don't breathe a word of this to anyone. Understand?" Hermione winced as he held her already bruised writs painfully tight. "yes. But, Draco? How did you know about my birth mark?" he turned and looked at her, this would be a great time to deliver one of those amazingly corny lines like "I know more than you think" or, " There are many things I know about you." And so on, errr…I'll just settle for a: " don't ask. Just listen, I wont call you mudblood anymore." Ahhh…smooth Draco, just give her a little clue. Unfortunately Hermione took it the wrong way. "so you see my bra and suddenly we're on personal terms – is that it!" He smirked at her and simply replied, "no." before turning on his heel and leaving the library. Wow, you are so smooth you could beat silk in a smooth competition! Just then his How To Kill Potter book hit him in the back of the head, ow! Stupid cow Granger! That hurt! And he picked it up and stomped out.

That night in his bed something in his head clicked. "Holy Crap!" he said out loud, granger is Voldemorts daughter!