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Draco returned to the room and set up a brewing station in front of Hermione. For some reason he knew she would want to watch what he was doing and he knew it wasn't because she didn't trust him. He prepped the ingredients and talked to himself quietly as he was slicing and grinding various things, reminding himself what each were used for as well as why they would work for their intended purpose. Hermione caught all of what he was saying and was impressed by his knowledge. He clearly earned his 'O' in potions, even when Snape was the professor. She would bet that his godfather had done extra work with him during the summers in hope that he might one day also become a potions master.

It didn't take long for the room to heat up and Draco moved to roll his sleeves up but hesitated as soon as he unbuttoned his left one. He was too relaxed around this girl and knew he would probably slip up eventually but he was going to push that off for as long as possible. He quickly reached for his wand and cast a cooling spell on the room instead, hoping that the rather intelligent witch in front of him had missed his slip.

She hadn't though and closed her eyes for a moment, glad at the moment that she wouldn't be talking to Harry for the next month. She didn't want to be able to confirm Harry's suspicions that Draco was in fact a death eater.

"Can I take a pain potion at least?" Hermione asked, hoping to ease Draco's mind for some reason. Draco looked up and nodded quietly before walking back over to the bookshelf and grabbing another book before flipping through it quickly. He found what he was looking for and luckily was at a simmering point for the first potion. He set up a second brewing station next to the first and looked over the ingredients.

"I'll be back. I need to go raid Snape's storage room."

"Won't he get mad?" Hermione asked to which Draco smirked.

"As long as I tell him what I took afterwards so he can replenish it, he'll let me take whatever I want." Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Clearly I should have befriended you years ago. I've had to engineer distractions for years." Draco raised an eyebrow before vowing to question her later on what she had managed to steal from his godfather, simply so he could tell Snape later he assured himself. He turned and left the room quickly making it to the store room and gathering what he needed before going back to the room that he would be going to every night now to check on the injured witch, or whatever she was, that was in his care. He made his way back and started brewing the simple potion rather quickly. This was one he could do with his eyes shut.

"So, how hard is it to accept that you've enjoyed your time with me more than your time with your fellow Slytherins?" Hermione asked in a teasing tone a short while later, clearly realizing that Draco didn't need to focus on this potion nearly as much as the other one.

"I'll tell you when it happens." Hermione snorted quietly from her spot on the table. "What I'd like to know is how you hid those massive things from everyone." He gestured to her wings and Hermione bit her lip.

"They haven't always been this big. They didn't start growing until the summer before third year. I think you remember me wearing that backpack all the time? Well, at the time, they were small enough to fit inside that. Unfortunately they grew out of the backpack halfway through fourth year and I had to figure out a few charms to help with hiding them. I have a concealment mixed with a confundus charm on them." Hermione explained. Draco nodded remembering that hideous backpack that she never took off and had in addition to her book back. He thought she was just carrying more books around at the time.

"A confundus?" Draco asked, he understood the concealment charm but couldn't remember being confused when her wings had touched him today.

"When people bump into them, they simply think they bumped into my shoulder or something. Remember when you pushed past me in the library weeks ago? I actually knocked my wing into your shoulder. You didn't spare a second thought though." Hermione smiled triumphantly at the memory.

"Well, I was a bit distracted."

"Admit that you thought it was my shoulder."

"I'll do nothing of the sort." Draco stated firmly back, busying himself with bottling the finished healing potion. Hermione merely laughed to herself. Draco walked over and handed her the potion which she quickly downed. Hermione sighed in relief as a wave of relaxation hit her body. Draco watched, waiting for any signs that the potion didn't work with her anatomy but found none. Draco cleaned up the first station and readied it for when he would need to brew another batch of the pain relief potion. He moved back to the first potion and looked it over, prepping what he could for the next steps. It would have to sit and simmer for nearly a week before he could do anything else though.