When they got to Hogwarts the next day, Hermione was struck by the feel of it. No one else felt it but Hermione's senses were hypersensitive. It was almost as if she could feel everything that had happened there. She could feel Ginny's fear when she was in the Chamber of Secrets and Malfoy's anger third year when she had smacked him. All of it, everything that had ever happened, she could feel it. It was so overwhelming, Hermione passed out before she even made it to the Great Hall.

"Granger, wake up so I can stop babysitting you."

Hermione couldn't make out who had spoken. There was bright sunlight light streaming through a window into her eyes. She tried to raise up her hand to block it, but was too weak to move. She tried several times to speak and managed to whisper.

"Shut the curtains."

"Whatever."

She heard someone get up, and soon the light disappeared. She relaxed, but tensed up again when someone sat on the edge of her bed, making it sink in. After struggling for a minute or two, she finally got enough strength to open her eyes enough to see.

"Malfoy?"

"The one and only."

Hermione groaned and rolled over. Malfoy rolled her back, and pulled her out of the bed.

"I don't think so. I'm supposed to take you to Dumbledore, as soon as you wake up."

Hermione walked, half blind from exhaustion, leaning on Malfoy until he pushed her into a chair. If she had one ounce of strength, she would have used it to tell Malfoy off for manhandling her. She heard him turn to leave, but he stopped when Dumbledore's voice came from behind them.

"Please stay Mister Malfoy. This discussion includes you."

Hermione felt a potion pushed past her lip. Her head cleared and she felt her body lighten. She looked around to find herself in Dumbledore's office, with him and Malfoy. She gasped when she saw Malfoy. His skin was pale just like usual and his hair was still its white blond but his eyes were light golden, like the moon. His appearance was somehow enchanting and unsettling at the same time.

"What happened to your eyes, Malfoy?"

"One of the mysteries of life, Miss Granger."

Dumbledore was the one who answered, shutting her down. Hermione looked between the two and shook her head.

"Right. Why are we here?"

" It appears Malfoy was just as bored as you were. He decided to research moon magic over the summer, even though it is highly disregarded among purebloods. Unfortunately, he didn't keep his knowledge to himself. He shared it with Voldemort, who decided Mister Malfoy should attempt it; however, the results were not as expected."

Hermione glared at Malfoy. Was there anything he didn't screw up? Hermione smiled to herself. The smile faded quickly as she remembered her conversation with Charlie. Perhaps she was as guilty as Malfoy.

"Draco's attempt ended in the wrong results. Voldemort was furious, so he came to me."

Malfoy, who had up until now remained silent, spoke up.

"Does she really need to hear all of this?"

Dumbledore ignored him and continued.

"The magic Mister Malfoy stumbled upon is not the same as yours. It seems as though you did the same thing more or less, but the result was very different."