Author's Note: Well this bonus chapter is dedicated to MandyinKC as it was basically custom-written for her based on what she wanted to learn more about regarding these two. I hope the rest of you enjoy it as well.

Ratings note: Scene of a disturbing nature. Nothing graphic, but I just wanted to put it out there.

Two Weeks Later

Daphne was glad to see she wasn't the first one to arrive in Transfiguration today, but she also wasn't the last. She moved quickly and purposefully to take a seat about halfway down the classroom on the far left.

She didn't look at the person already occupying the other seat but instead began pulling out her books.

"Um, excuse me, um Daphne?" the boy said and she looked up at him.

Theo is right, he is bloody fit.

"Yeah?" she said, a dare already heavy in her voice.

Anthony Goldstein straightened his own textbook nervously on his desk. "Um, sorry, it's just, that's where Terry usually sits."

Daphne scoffed. "Well, excuse me! Don't want to keep you from your boyfriend!"

She stood up but Anthony held out a hand. "He isn't my boyfriend. I'm not gay." He said it so earnestly and with such a straight face that she could hardly resist laughing.

Well that's a relief.

Daphne gestured back to the chair she had vacated and Anthony nodded curtly. She took it and reopened her textbook.

"I thought you normally sat with Nott?" he asked quietly and she watched as he turned and caught Terry's eye as he entered the classroom. Daphne couldn't see the unspoken conversation that went on but she was pleased when Terry sat in the back next to Prefect Patil.

"Yes, well Mr. Malfoy has graced us with his presence, if you haven't noticed. So I'm out a seat."

Anthony followed Daphne's gaze to look back where Theo was hunched over his book next to Draco Malfoy. Draco was almost out-skinnying Theo at this point, though he still sat poker straight.

Draco met Daphne's eyes and she saw his impassive face turn down in a scowl. How Astoria fancied him, she'd never understand.

Professor McGonagall walked quickly to the front as the final people took their seats. Daphne couldn't help but notice that several students were missing. She wondered if they were skiving, were sick, or just injured too injured to attend class.

After the first twenty minutes, Daphne felt like she probably could've picked a better lesson to sit next to Anthony. They were still transfiguring the outsides of things, while maintaining the insides. Daphne figured this was a good spell to know, as it could allow you to conceal things, or store things inside of an object. She wondered if McGonagall knew that some students might misuse this skill, but didn't dare mention it to her.

Unfortunately, Daphne was too good at Transfiguration. She transfigured everything, completely and totally, every time. Suddenly the thing that kept them in house points Second and Third year was giving her the most grief in Seventh.

Daphne had just again transfigured one of her father's many pocket watches completely into a tiny jewelry box. The design from the outside of the silver watch had even become a delicate inlay of the lid of the small wooden box. She grumbled a curse and looked over to catch Anthony watching her.

"Save it, Goldstein," she growled and his eyes went back to his own project, a small model car he had partially transfigured into a snuff box.

Apparently he was incapable of keeping his mouth shut as a moment later he whispered, "I can help you."

Daphne threw the watch down on the table, having just changed it back easily and leaned back in her chair.

"Go for it," she said, eyeing him up for the challenge.

She was surprised when Anthony didn't back down. He seemed more confident in his abilities to show her what she was doing wrong than to hold a seat for his mate.

Maybe he didn't really want to hold this seat, she thought eagerly, scooting closer to watch what he was doing.

"It isn't the same spell, as fully transfiguring," he began, turning his snuff box back into a toy car. "You have to think of the object as being a sum of many parts, not just the entire thing."

Daphne huffed. "Thanks, Professor. I am doing that."

Anthony gave her a sidelong glance. "Well then why are you fully transfiguring it? You're supposed to keep the insides intact."

Daphne pouted. "But I don't know what's inside!"

Anthony smiled at her and she felt her face go slack. Woah, nice.

"Yeah, well that's what matters, isn't it? You have to picture that the outside is a completely different part from the inside. It could be anything, but all you need know is that whatever it is, it's separate. Then you just transfigure the outside. Here, try."

He passed her back the watch and she stared at it. She concentrated on the parts she could see, touch, recognize. Those were the only thing she needed to change. Then, the inside, that mystery, would remain.

She did the spell and was met again with the small jewelry box. She glanced at Anthony.

"Well, open it," he prompted and she flipped the lid to look down on a collection of metal gears. She'd done such an effective job that they were still turning inside of the box, though the watch itself had been transformed.

Daphne blinked. "I did it."

"Well done, Greengrass," Anthony said jovially, marking his own project with his initials and getting up to take it forward. "You want me to take yours?"

Daphne started and looked up at him. Other than a faded cut to the top of his lip, he was the image of every preppy, well-mannered, boy-next-door she could imagine. Anthony's dark blond hair was parted and combed back neatly against his head, his skin seemed to have a golden glow, even in the middle of winter, and all of his features; nose, cheekbones and jaw, were angular and prominent surrounding full, coral lips that were currently pursed in a cocky little smile.

So he is pretty smart then, she thought. And a Prefect.

She nodded and tapped her initials onto her box. Anthony held out his hand and she placed it there carefully.

When he returned Daphne was already packing up her bag. She eyed him cautiously as he began to gather his things. "So thanks, Goldstein. Guess I won't be needing a tutor after all."

Anthony paused in his cleaning up to look at her. "You were thinking of getting a tutor?"

Daphne tilted her head slightly, as if considering her answer. No way in hell she'd ever get a tutor, but he didn't need to know that.

"Well, I can tutor you, if you want."

Daphne slung her bag over her shoulder and walked closer to him. "Like I said, I don't need a tutor, now. I did it."

She batted her long eyelashes and saw Anthony break out in a sly grin. "Well then how about a study partner?"

Daphne glanced at the back door where Terry was waiting for Anthony. "I think your current "study partner" is already jealous," she said, making little quotes in the air.

Anthony glanced back at Terry and snorted. "Believe it or not, Terry is smarter than I am. He'll be fine."

Daphne couldn't help but laugh. "That was so fucking arrogant, Goldstein!"

She saw him blush slightly as he bent to pick up his own bag. "It's not arrogance if it's true. Anyway, tomorrow? Classroom seventeen?"

Daphne nodded. "Sure, I'll see you at eight."

Anthony returned her nod curtly before turning and walking quickly away to meet up with Terry.

Daphne took a moment to scan the room for Theo, wanting to share the news about what had just happened, but he was already gone.

"Again," Theo said, sitting as straight as he could manage on the end of the bed. Draco was exhausted, Theo could see that, but he didn't care. He had to get this.

Draco sighed and pointed his wand at him once again. "Legillimens."

Theo felt the strange sensation again, as if someone was tickling his brain from the inside. Of course, the memories he didn't want to share with anyone were the first the pop into his brain.

That quickly Draco pulled out of his head. "You are not concentrating. And that, was disgusting."

Theo shrugged. "I'm trying. And you're one to talk."

They had been taking turns trying to breach each other's mind for months now. Draco was a master of Occlumency, there was no getting into his head when he put the walls up, but one day Theo caught him off guard in Potions. He had immediately regretted this upon catching a glimpse of a rather explicit memory featuring Pansy Parkinson.

"Yeah, yeah, we're both perverts," Draco said, waving him off with annoyance. "I have to go in a minute, you want to try once more?"

Theo nodded.

"Legillimens," Draco said again, his wand pointed at Theo's face. This time Theo pushed back against the spell, imagining stone walls coming up around his brain. Draco would not see his thoughts, the Dark Lord would not see his thoughts, his father would not…

"Bloody hell!" Draco exclaimed, pulling out of Theo's head as the wall cracked and a particularly horrible memory crept to the foreground.

Theo shrugged several times. "Almost there," he muttered.

After taking a moment to collect himself he hazarded a glance at Draco, who looked paler than usual, his eyes startled and frightened. A rare burst of anger surged through Theo's veins. "What did you think, Draco? Did you think I was weak? That's why this happens?" he demanded, pointing at his own shrugging shoulders.

Draco shook his head. "No, you just, ugh, I'm going to be sick."

Theo nodded. "You've been crucioed haven't you?"

Draco seemed to be composing himself as well. A minute later his pallor returned and he sat up.

"Yes, but not like that."

Theo shrugged and stood up. "Where are you off to at such a late hour?" he asked casually, trying to change the subject from the brutal event that they had just been forced to witness inside Theo's mind.

Draco flexed his left forearm but said nothing.

It was a risk, but Theo flicked his wand at Draco and did the spell silently.

There were only flashes, and Theo thought the phrase "his mind was spinning" as he caught glimpses of Draco's thoughts.

He saw Astoria, likely a recent memory, as she was scowling. He saw Luna Lovegood, looking thin and scraggly, her wide eyes terrified. There was You-Know-Who himself, grotesquely pale and snake-like, red eyes flashing at him. Then he saw his own memory mirrored back on himself; a twelve-year-old Theo writhing on the ground screaming as his father bore down on him with that horrible obsidian wand.

He pulled out of Draco's mind, shrugging violently. That wasn't what it looked like to him.

"Fuck you, Theo," Draco said, blinking rapidly as he got his brain to himself again. "Just, why did you do that?"

Theo shrugged yet again and went over to his bedside table, pulling out a neatly rolled cigarette. "You think the Dark Lord is going to say 'Ready, set, go' every time he bores into your mind? You need to be ready."

Draco huffed and walked over to the window, opening it so that the smoke from Theo's cigarette would escape their room. "I am ready, in certain company. I didn't realize I needed to keep you out all the time, too."

Theo shrugged as he sucked the cigarette down to nothing. Another would be in order. "You do keep me out all the time."

"For your safety! You are a shit Occlumens! If Snape or the Carrows were to get a glimpse of your thoughts and saw you knew anything…I don't need your blood on my hands."

Shrug. "Never meant to be a burden," Theo said dryly, lying back on his bed and inhaling more calming nicotine into his lungs.

"I don't have time for this," Draco spat, hurriedly gathering a few things from his trunk. Theo turned his head lazily to watch Draco pull the door open. Suddenly he shut it again and turned.

"Listen, I don't know when I'll be back. You need to practice though. Practice with Astoria, practice with Clown Face, I don't care!" Shrug. "Just, fuck, just be careful, alright?"

Theo sat up with some difficulty and pulled another cigarette from his drawer. He could feel Draco's eyes boring into his head as he lit it and inhaled.

Finally he looked up at him. "You too."

A/N 2: So I'm not 100% sure when the next chapter will be up, as I'll be traveling sans-laptop for the next month. Hopefully I'll still be able to publish remotely, as all the chapters I had planned are basically finished, but I don't want to make any guarantees.

Thanks for reading!