Disclaimer: I have no funny disclaimer, I figured by now I would own Harry Potter...(I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER) :(

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Draco spent most of Sunday in the Room of Hidden Things. He was trying to get the bloody Vanishing Cabinet to work. He kicked it in frustration. Life had handed him a basket of lemons, and all he wanted to do was squeeze lemon juice into the Dark Lord's awful, snake like eyes.

His Mark was dark, the same way it had been since the day he'd gotten it. He rather hoped it would dim, or completely vanish. Who the hell wanted skull with a snake in it on their arm? He hadn't. He'd been chosen. He'd been selected. He didn't care. He hadn't wanted to be a Death Eater. He didn't want to kill Dumbledore. He didn't understand why the Dark Lord didn't just wait a few years for Dumbledore to kick the bucket, he was old. And that hand of his didn't look good, it was all blackened and shriveled, he was obviously not up in his health. Why did he need to be killed? Why do I have to kill him? If the Dark Lord was so powerful, why didn't he kill Dumbledore? If Dumbledore was so important to have dead, why didn't the Dark Lord get off his high horse and do it himself? Why have a 16 year old do it? Draco kicked the cabinet again.

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On Monday Draco paid attention in his classes for once. Anything on how to fix a bloody Vanishing Cabinet to work? Or kill the famous Albus Dumbledore? Anything? No takers? All right then, be like that. His mood didn't improve when he got to Potions. Sluggy was having them pair up. Draco had what he felt was sudden inspiration. He crossed the room and sat next to Humility, who promptly turned red, and tried to get up and leave. He grabbed her robes and put her back in her seat.

"No, don't.", was all she could get out before Slughorn started to speak.

"Now that you all have partners, today we are making a truth potion. It won't be a very strong one. It is complex though. At the end of class you will testing them on your partners. The effects will wear off by the end of the day." There was muttering at this. No one was particularly excited at the prospect of telling the truth for the rest of the day. Humility was blushing furiously, and was doing her best to look everywhere but Draco. He thought this was rather funny.

"Alright you have an hour, the instructions are on pages 342 through 345. Get to work!" And with that Slughorn sat down at his desk to watch the progress of his students.

"So what's first?", Draco asked casually. Humility pointed to the board.

"I'll do one and two, you set up the cauldron.", her voice was a little high pitched, Draco thought. But she's incredibly nervous, he thought smugly.

The next forty minutes were uneventful, with Humility occasionally directing him.

"Humility?"

"Hm?"

"The roots go in after they've been boiled, or else the potion won't work." Humility's face, which had almost turned back to a normal color, flushed. He couldn't believe it, she was trying to sabotage the potion. He watched her carefully for the next five minutes. When their potion was done, he sat back and unabashedly stared at Humility. After about thirty seconds of this, Humility noticed, she blushed even more. It was kind of cute, Draco thought. She looked just like Glory. Same pale face, even if it was blushing, same pale pink lips, same eyes. Her eyes, he noticed, were still determined to look anywhere except him.

"You should all be done now!" Slughorn called the class to order.

"Now, if your potion is clear, and smells like lilac, raise your hands." About half the class, including Draco and Humility raised their hands.

"Alright then, well done." Glasses appeared in front of them.

"Bottoms up!" Slowly, everyone who had a glass took a small amount of potion and drank.

"What are your full names?" To Draco's surprise he said his full name. Humility and everyone else who taken some also said their name.

"Alright, let's try it one at a time." Slughorn began calling people one by one, checking his list of names.

"Mr. Malfoy, what is your full name?"

"Draco Scorpius Malfoy." There were sniggers behind him. He turned and glared. Slughorn ignored it.

"Ms Sin, what is your full name?"

"Humilty Sin."

"Hm, alright then." Slughorn moved on.

"Is that your full name?" Draco whispered, now wondering if he hadn't just answered Slughorn's question thinking he was under the influence of a truth potion.

"Yes." She blushed more.

"How do I know you're not lying? That you didn't mess with the potion, and say it was fine." Draco looked inquiringly at her.

"You know because our potion meets the physical description that the book describes." Humility didn't look happy with the fact she was answering, she kept desperately trying to keep her eyes off Draco.

"Ask me something then. I really want to know if I'm under the influence of a truth potion." Humility eyed him nervously, as if unsure of what to do next.

"What's your favorite color?", she asked timidly.

"Dark brown, the same shade as your hair." Draco's mouth dropped open, where in the name of love had that come from? He didn't even know that was his favorite color! He'd been thinking green, or silver. Not the color of her hair.

"I wasn't expecting that answer.", he said truthfully. Her eyes were opened wide.

"Oh.", was all she could get out.

"Well, what's yout favorite color?", Draco asked, trying to draw attention away from his answer. Humility covered her mouth to stifle her answer.

"What?" She repeated her answer into her hand.

"Well, since you obviously don't want to tell me, let's move on. What's your favorite animal?" Humility uncovered her mouth.

"Snake."

"I could've guessed. Who's your favorite teacher?

"Flitwick."

"Alright, who's your least favorite?"

"Snape." Draco chuckled.

"Why?"

"Because he's an evil, nasty, prejudist, greasy-haired bastard." Draco barely managed to turn his laugh into a cough.

"You pay attention to his hair?"

"Yes, it's some of the worst hair I've ever seen, it's so disgusting."

"What's your favorite class?"

"Transfiguration."

"What's your favorite color?" He asked quickly, and Humility answered before she could cover her mouth.

"Your eyes." Humility buried her face in her hands, cursing her mouth over and over again.

Draco pulled her hands away, but before he could say anything, the bell rang, and Humility got up and ran out of the room.

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Draco walked through the halls in silence. He hadn't seen Humility since Potions. No one else had noticed her running out of the dungeons, not that Draco didn't expect it. He actually felt bad about it, more importantly he was nervous. All the warnings from Pansy and Blaise were flooding his head. He'd honestly thought talking to Humility was a smart idea. Pansy's description of Humility's fade had made him think she'd be perfect. If she helped him fix the Vanishing Cabinet, he thought, then no one would remember her part, they would just remember how he had been the one to set Death Eaters on the castle. He'd be hated, he'd've completed his mission, and nobody else would suffer for his actions.

Great plan.

Not.

Now Humility wouldn't come anywhere near him, unless, he thought rather nervously, she hexed him. Or her sisters did. Or her brother did. He was regretting his actions.

Why couldn't he just think, before he did something stupid? Why, why, why?!?!? Now he had to watch his back for the Sin siblings, and try and kill Dumbledore, and fix that bloody Vanishing Cabinet. He was such an idiot. He still needed help with the Vanishing Cabinet, and he was sure that the only one smart enough to help fix it, and not get in trouble for it, was Humility. Of course it was just his luck that he had to be a prat and not let the stupid favorite color question go. He was such an arse sometimes, he amazed himself.

Draco continued stormily down the hallway towards the Slytherin Common Room, until he heard a painfully familiar voice call to him in the hallway.

"What did you do?", it shrieked at him. A book nearly hit his head.

Yes, life was definitely a basket of lemons for Draco.

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