Look Behind My Eyes

It was impossible. It was forbidden. It was meant to be.

Chapter 3: Muffins

Hermione's Point of View

Note: A lot of Dramione fics include Hermione and Draco sharing a private dormitory for the Heads. Reading through the actual books, specifically the third one, in which Percy is Head Boy, you'll find Percy seems to reside in the Gryffindor dormitory like everyone else. So in my story Hermione and Draco stay in their usual dormitories.

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Hermione woke up early one Saturday to someone relentlessly tapping her shoulder. "All right, all right," she muttered, cracking open one eye. She was being pestered awake not by someone but something.

A golden origami crane was hovering and pecking her shoulder with its thankfully harmless beak. Hermione grabbed the annoying thing, and it unfolded obediently in her hands. The note read:

Dear Hermione,

I apologize for waking you so early this weekend morning. I am currently

unavoidably engaged in matters needing my immediate attention, so I ask that you

accompany Mr. Malfoy to Professor Talon's office. You will find Mr. Malfoy

practicing on the Quidditch field. While your meeting is by no means urgent, I

would encourage promptness.

Best Wishes,

Minerva McGonnagall

Headmistress

Hermione crumpled up the note and tossed it into the wastepaper basket. She got up and dressed hastily in jeans and a blue long-sleeved shirt. She brushed her hair into a neat ponytail, then set off to find Malfoy, careful not to wake the other sleeping Gryffindors.

They had completed their second week of school and, wouldn't you know it, Quidditch practice had begun already. She stopped briefly by the Great Hall, wrapping up two muffins and stowing them in her jacket pocket.

She strode out to the Quidditch field. Malfoy was easy to spot, being the only blonde on the team. He was doing all sorts of tricks on his broom attempting to secure the snitch.

The team seemed too involved to notice her, so she pulled out her wand and sent out a stream of blue sparks to get their attention.

The team halted their practice, looking around for the source of the interruption. Hermione waved to Malfoy. He flew down and landed neatly next to her. "Morning Granger," he said. "Just stop by to say hello?"

Hermione snorted. "Hardly. Some of us have better things to do on Saturday mornings. Like sleep." Remembering Professor McGonngall's request for promptness, she hastily continued. "McGonnagall has requested that you and I got meet with Professor Talon."

"Alright," said Malfoy amiably, shouldering his sleek broom and waving good-bye to his team.

Hermione hesitated. "Shouldn't you tell your captain where you're going?" she asked.

Malfoy laughed. "I am the captain. And this year, Gryffindor is so going down." He said.

"Oh," said Hermione, following him across the massive lawn. "Well then."

They passed through lots of twisty hallways, stopping only briefly for Malfoy to stow his broom in a hidden room behind a statue of a fat old witch.

"So you know where Professor Talon's office is?" asked Malfoy as Hermione pointed out the turns they should take.

"Yes," said Hermione. "And so would you if you had read the Head's maps they gave us. Have a muffin," she said, passing him a muffin and keeping one for her.

"Thanks," said Malfoy, biting into his muffin enthusiastically. "I don't get a chance to eat before early morning practice."

"You shouldn't complain. Don't you schedule the practice times?" Hermione pointed out as she ate her muffin neatly.

Malfoy scowled. "Technically, yes, but I made the mistake of choosing that fifth year Rachel Mannings as a chaser this year. She's a great flier, but she is an absolute fiend about practicing. If it were up to her, we'd be practicing twice a day." Malfoy walked another few steps before backtracking to where Hermione had stopped. "This it?" he asked, nodding to a very inconspicuous door that blended perfectly with the stone around it.

"Yup," said Granger. She raised a fist and rapped twice on the stone door.

"Who is it?" inquired the sharp but not unfriendly voice of Professor Talon.

"Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy. The headmistress sent us to see you," Hermione answered.

The door swung open to reveal Professor Talon, looking tired and grim, standing in the doorway.

"You two had better come in," she said, stepping back to allow them to enter her office. It was spacious and sparsely furnished. The walls were strangely decorated with wanted posters of Dark Wizards. Most had been caught by aurors already. To these Professor Talon had added "CAPTURED" and the date in large red print.

One particularly large one seemed to have the place of honor behind Talon's desk. It showed a sneering Lucius Malfoy who repeatedly cocked his eyebrows at the room's occupants. Underneath it was printed "Public Enemy #1. Reward: 10,000 galleons for capture, 500 galleons for information." It also listed what he was wanted for. Hermione saw Malfoy reading it out of the corner of her eye. She couldn't be sure, but she thought she saw his face fall.

Talon gestured for them to sit in the comfortable-looking blue chairs facing her desk. She slid into her own chair. She sat facing them, her expression still less than cheerful. "I'm afraid I have some bad news…"

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Author's Note: Sorry if this chapter is sorta short, but I want to tell the "news" from Draco's point of view. Please review!