A/N: I forsee lots of anger in this chapter. The fates have informed me.

Hermione: *Whispers to Harry and Ron* Well, obviously. She writes the story. Honestly, the fates have informed her!

Harry&Ron: *Sniggers*

Me: *Glares at them all in a -I-have-the-power-to-kill-you-all way* The fates have also informed me that one of you dies!

Harry: *Skeptically* Really?

Me: *Head down* No...

Hermione read the chapter title and sighed. "Secrets Revealed."

Draco smirked towards Weasle. This would be fun.

Hermione waited by the end of the corridor, near the Fat Lady's Portrait, where she and Malfoy had decided to meet.

"Odd choice," Blaise gave his friend a strange look, which Draco shrugged off.

"Granger," he nodded once.

Hermione flinched. He had come out of nowhere, it seemed.

Harry's eyes squinted behind his glasses. "Secret one?"

He glanced at her, "Are you alright?"

"Yes. You just frightened me, is all."

Blaise frowned. That isn't what he meant.

"No," Malfoy grimaced. "I meant after the scene with Zabini. Are you alright?"

Ron's face grew a tomato-like red, which clashed horribly with his ginger hair, Narcissa thought.

"So sweet," Narcissa murmured.

"Oh. That." Hermione hadn't thought much about Zabini

"Thanks, Granger," Zabini pouted, giving her a doe-eyed look.

Hermione rolled her eyes.

She had thought more about the way Malfoy had defended her, and how strange it was.

Draco and Hermione shared a look, it resulted in a smirk appearing on his face, and a blush on hers.

Narcissa smiled widely, whereas Lucius looked a pale green color.

"Are you alright?"

"Would you stop asking me that?" She snapped, and instantly regretted it.

"Why?" Ron muttered.

"When you give me answer, I will," he retorted, sounding much like the Malfoy she loathed. The one who thought he was superior to everyone, and everything. Especially her.

Her eyes narrowed.

"I was being polite, Granger!" Draco said, looking affronted.

"Yeah, well, I don't need you to be polite to me!" Hermione countered.

Ron seemed to buy their argument with a content smile. Harry, however, was wondering why he hadn't referred to her as 'Mudblood'...

"I don't need your pity!"

"I wasn't offering it!"

"First lovers spat," Blaise commented, dabbing his eyes with his sleeve. "They grow up so fast, huh?" He nudged, Narcissa.

She sighed, "If only that were the case..." She shot him a pointed look.

He smiled sheepishly in return.

Hermione huffed. "Might as well finish this patrol. The sooner it's over, the better."

"Couldn't agree more," he replied, but there was an edge to his voice.

A light bulb went off in Harry's head. He tried to remember everything Hermione had drilled into him about Veela's. He really should have paid more attention to her...

Ron was glancing at his friend, curiously. It looked as though he'd figured something out, but what?

They strolled down the corridor, and deducted a few points for being out of bed to a fourth year Slytherin, a sixth year Hufflepuff, and a third year Gryffindor.

"Notice that the youngest is a Gryffindor. Proves my theory about them. Gryffindors are naturally born stupid." Blaise said, proudly. Apparently he thought his theory would go without flaw.

Hermione pointed to herself. "Top in our year. Gryffindor. Future Head Girl. Think again, Zabini."

Blaise grimaced. "You don't count."

Hermione rolled her eyes again.

"Eeek." She heard Malfoy shriek.

Ron laughed, but there was hardly any humor in it.

She turned around. He was on the ground, as if he were in major pain. "Malfoy!" Hermione's eyes widened as he began shaking. "Malfoy!" She rushed over to him, and began to see if he was breathing, normally. He was. "Malfoy, I'm going to take you to the Hospital Wing. Can you walk?"

"That's a stupid question, Granger," he hissed.

"Figures," Hermione muttered, "When I try to help you, you find a way to insult me."

Draco shook his head at her hypocricy.

"Well I can't carry you," she said, in her own defense.

"Are you a witch or not!"

Hermione blushed.

Ron growled, "How dare you!"

"How dare I what?" Draco asked, not interested in the slightest.

"Steal my words!"

"Oh, Ronald. Honestly," Hermione rolled her eyes.

"He did stole my words. And said them to you!"

Hermione sighed deeply. "It was first year, Ron. I'm sure this is merely a coincidence."

Draco smirked at Weasley, who was seething.

"Oh right," she paused. "But no magic in the corridors..."

Draco grunted, unamused.

Narcissa's eyes had grown alarmed the minute it had said 'Heard Draco shriek'. "Hermione, dear. You're Head Girl, and this would be an emergency. I'm sure the Headmistress wouldn't mind."

Hermione nodded, dumbly. How foolish she felt!

"Right. Right. Oh well. Wingardium Leviosa!" She pointed her wand at Malfoy and watched as he levitated. "Good, I've done it correctly."

Draco's eyes narrowed. "You've never done that before!"

"Never on a person," she answered, honestly.

Malfoy let out a horrified squeal

Zabini laughed. "Such a prissy sometimes, Draco."

Narcissa and Lucius glared at him, effectively shutting him up.

"YOU'VE NEVER DONE THAT SPELL BEFORE?"

She focused on keeping him floating, and began walking towards the Hospital Wing. "Not on a person. A feather is a bit different, and that was first year, mind you."

Narcissa let out a relieved breath. Her son would be alright.

Lucius drew a comforting arm around his wife, even though he felt anything but relieved at this point.

"Malfoy?"

She heard a distinct snore.

Great.

"Malfoy stay awake."

"Why would I have to stay awake?" Draco questioned.

"I don't know what's wrong with you," Hermione said, slowly. "If you fell asleep, I wouldn't be sure that you'd wake up..."

"Oh," his eyes had widened.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes," her plan was working, she smiled.

Zabini grinned, "I could give you a few ideas on how to keep him awake."

"No!" Draco interrupted. Those ideas were not practical, and to be honest, have of them were most likely illegal.

"Mmph."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "We're almost at the Hospital Wing. If Madam Pomfrey says you may sleep, you can."

Harry smiled. It was so typically Hermione to be so bossy, in such an endearing way.

"Fine," he slurred.

Hermione frowned. "Draco. Have you - Did you drink the firewhisky we got off the Sixth Years?"

"Noo..."

"Draco!" Narcissa scolded, looking horrified.

Draco cowered in his seat. "I'm sure it's just a cover-up..."

Ron frowned, confused. "Cover-up for what?"

Draco shook his head, "None of your concern, Weasle."

Ron glowered at him.

"But you're voice. You sound drunk," she accused.

His breathing became slower. "You...Caught...Me...Granger."

Lucius grimaced. It was happening.

"Knew it," Hermione sniffed.

Malfoy snorted, but said nothing more.

Hermione frowned at how daft she was being. Her eyes widened, and she glared at Draco. He better not be 'persuading' her with his Veela powers. She'd read all about those...

Harry nodded. "Secret two."

Draco wasn't pleased about Potty catching on.

They'd finally reached the Hospital Wing. She lost focus, purposely, which caused Draco to fall tumbling down.

He groaned in pain. "What was that for?" He rubbed his rib cage.

Draco shot her a look.

Hermione shrugged, sheepishly. She thought he was drunk.

"Setting a good example as Head Boy does not include getting drunk, Malfoy." Was all she said, before knocking on the infirmary door once, and rushing to the Gryffindor common room.

Leaving behind a very wounded, and indifferent Malfoy.

"Setting a good example as Head Girl does not include leaving a wounded student on the floor, Granger," Blaise chided.

Hermione sighed, and handed the book to Harry, ultimately deciding that ignoring Blaise would be the best choice.