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Draco kicked at the Vanishing Cabinet in front of him as though, kicking it would have made something magical happen. No such luck however. It had been weeks, February was turning into March far too quickly and he was still no closer to getting the Vanishing Cabinet to work. Despite all his effort and determination, he was still failing. He was even failing when it came to controlling Crabbe and Goyle. Though they still stood guard for him grudgingly, they nevertheless did it. But for how long he would wonder.

His other plan, the poisoned bottle of mead had been sent out and he hoped with all his might that, Dumbledore would get it.

But what are the odd it would get to him? The small voice whispered to him.

"It'll get to him," Draco mumbled.

Say that it does, then what are the odds that a man like Dumbledore would fall for such a thing as poisoned mead? The voice was louder now. Draco could feel his teeth grinding together as he pushed the voice away, though logical it may have been...it didn't advance him or his goals, and that was all he wanted...needed.

Growling he moved away from the Cabinet, it was late as it was. He couldn't stay there any longer. The more he stared at the Cabinet the more his chest would tighten and the less he could breath as the fear of failing closed in on him. Deciding then, he would come back early morning before Apparation class.

Stepping out into the deserted corridor he came to stand before, Crabbe and Goyle no longer in there disguises, but looking much like themselves.

"Haven't I told you two to leave or take more of the potion if it wore off while I was still in there," Draco commented as he began to lead them down the hall.

"We're tired of doing what you say," Crabbe blurted out. "Unless you tell us what you're doing in that-that Come-and-Go room." Goyle nodded in agreement.

"And I've told you both that, I cannot tell you what I'm doing." Draco replied annoyed. He missed the days when those two did what he said without question.

Who knew boulders had freewill.

"You told, Pansy," Goyle said when Crabbe apparently had nothing more to say on the subject.

"Wrong. I told her who I was working for, not what I working on. The same as you." Draco explained.

"I've bet you told, Jensen," Crabbe added. "You talk to her enough." Draco nearly stopped when Crabbe said this, but kept his composure and kept going.

"And if I had told her do you two idiots really think she would still be talking to me?" Draco asked as they reached the common room entrance. Neither Crabbe nor Goyle said a thing. "Exactly, so why not stop pestering me about it. It'll all pay off in the end. Understand?"

"Yes," they both grumbled in response. Draco smirked slightly as he turned and looked at them both.

"It'll all pay off in the end," Draco said. Turning on his heel he faced the entrance to the Slytherin Common Room. "Falcutas." The wall disappeared and all three boys entered the common room. Two of the three anger, and one mentally screaming.

Is it all really worth it?

It was midday on the second of March when Angeline found herself grinding her teeth in irritation. News had gone around that one, Ronald Weasley had been poisoned the day before (which is quite slow for Hogwarts gossip). The news hadn't been as exciting as Katie Bell's incident many claimed, but it was enough to have a few Slytherins in laughter. And that's what made her so irritated.

Her housemates were vile. To laugh at someone getting poisoned was sick. What did it matter if he was a Weasley or that he was a Gryffindor? Or that he was as oblivious as they come. He was still human.

"Heard it was Slughorn that gave him the poison." Theodore Nott's voice pulled her out of her thoughts. "Probably to punish him for that atrocious potion he put together a week ago that left the entire room smelling of dead fish." Angeline cringed as a good portion of the common room burst into laughter.

"Then what's your excuse?" She asked firmly, the common quieted as she spoke.

"Don't start, Jensen," Blaise mumbled without looking up from his book. Angeline ignored him.

"You're barely a mark above Weasley," she continued. "Was it not you that melted an entire cauldron and half a work station just this week?" Nott's glared at her from where he sat. Angeline met it steadily.

"Got something for Weasley now?" Nott questioned.

"Not at all. He was poisoned, he didn't get hit with a jinx. He could have actually died." Angeline said. "Does it not bother you that you're laughing? He's bloody human."

"A blood traitor is what he is, Jensen," Pansy spoke up. "So close to getting rid of at least one today." Pansy added with a look that made Angeline want to stand up and punch her in her ugly face.

"You're disgusting," Angeline said turning away from them. As though Angeline had never said anything, the group continued their discussion on Ron Weasley's poisoning. "Am I wrong?" Angeline asked Blaise quietly. Blaise regarded her briefly before looking back at his book without saying a word. "Some friend you are. Can I even call you that?" Blaise smirked as he turned a page in his book and continued ignoring her.

"Where's Draco?" Pansy questioned anyone listening. "Surely he has a thing or two to say about this. Has anyone seen him?"

"Yeah, Jensen, seen him?" Blaise asked looking up from his book. Angeline glared at him.

"Not since breakfast." Angeline replied. In the last month it was rare that she saw Draco, excluding meals and classes. Even during her late night exploration of the castle she didn't run into him. Only a pair of girls either second or third year, always on the seventh floor, in the same place each time, opposite the tapestry depicting the attempt of Barnabas the Barmy trying to teach trolls ballet.

What strange girls...They sort of stood like boys. Big heavy boys...

"He's never around any more," Pansy remarked quietly. "He'd probably agree that, Weasley had it coming."

Annoyed with her housemates and the common room in general Angeline stood from where she sat and headed toward the exit.

"Where are you going, Jensen?" Nott asked.

"None of your business." Angeline answered without looking back at any of them.

In truth, Angeline didn't know where she was going, but she knew she needed to get out of that common room. And the further away she was from the stuffiness of the dungeons the better.

Why was I put in that bloody house?

The Hat had told her upon her sorting that she'd thank him later. Angeline scoffed as she stepped out into the surprisingly bright Courtyard. Though the air was still cold, the sun was enough to make up for it. And the fresh air was exactly what she needed.

There weren't many students out, most were too nosy trying to find out more information about what happened to Ron Weasley. If it showed Angeline anything, it was that Hogwarts wasn't very safe. But then again, in her years there had the school ever really been safe?

I guess not. When you've got Harry Potter running around.

As she got closer and closer to the Black Lake she could see the figure of someone laying under the very tree she was heading for. But it was the blond head that really kept her feet moving. Coming to stand above, Draco Malfoy, she stared down at him with her arms crossed.

"Go away, Jensen," Draco groaned without opening a single eye.

"How did you know it was me?" Angeline asked as a frown made its way on her face.

"It's always you. When I think I'm alone. You have a way of showing up." Draco's voice sounded thick with emotion she noted. Something very un-Malfoy-like. "Always." He added for emphasize. Angeline continued to stare at his closed eyelids before she sighed and dropped to the ground beside him and fixed her stare on the tree. "And like always you don't listen." he mumbled.

"I came out here to get away from our housemates and that common room." Angeline defended as she crossed her legs in a more comfortable position. "I was almost here when I saw you, and I refused to turn myself around to find another area to occupy. Just so you can obviously wallow in self-pity."

"Wallow in self-pity?" Draco questioned with a short laugh. "You don't know the half of it." he added bitterly. Angeline's eyes flicked to his face for a moment before she looked back at the tree.

"Weasley's been—"

"Poisoned," Draco finished for her. "I know. A bottle of poisoned mead in Slughorn's room. I've heard already. And naturally Potter saved his life."

"It was a bottle of poisoned mead? Where did you hear that?" Angeline asked looking at his face fully now. No one had said how Ron Weasley had been poisoned, just that it happened. Draco seemed to tense at the question, before he turned his head and opened his eyes to look at her. They looked red as though he'd been rubbing them or he'd been crying...

That's ridiculous.

"Does it really matter where I heard it? Who knows how, Weasley was really poisoned. It happened and that's all that matters." Angeline nodded.

"You're right." She said pulling her legs up to her chest as the wind blew a little stronger.

Draco sighed after a few minutes of silence and sat up bringing him eye level with Angeline. Absently she reached over and plucked a shred of grass from his hair. Realizing what she did, it struck her odd that he hadn't swatted her hand away or moved out of her reach.

"Well then," Angeline began uneasily as she tightened her grip around her legs.

"I'm going inside," Draco said as he stood up. "Don't follow me, Jensen. I mean it."

Angeline watched Draco walk back up the hill toward the castle until she couldn't see him anymore. With a small stretch and a yawn she laid back on grass and stared up at the blue sky.

"Don't follow me, Jensen. I mean it."

I doubt he's going to the common room...Oh, Draco Malfoy, what are you hiding?

A few days after the Weasley incident, Draco was not in a good mood as he headed toward the Room of Requirements. The whole school would be at the Hufflepuff vs Gryffindor game which would give him as much time as he needed to be in the Room. But getting there was proving to be far more difficult than he thought. Especially with Crabbe and Goyle mumbling and bring up how much they hated being disguised like girls.

The closes you'll ever get to anything female. Should be thanking me.

"Would you two just shut it," Draco snapped as they turned a corner. Draco stopped short at the sight of Harry Potter, not prolonged for long, he gave a short, humorless laugh and continued to walk down the corridor.

"Where are you going?" Potter demanded.

"Yeah, I'm really going to tell you, because it's your business, Potter," Draco sneered. "You'd better hurry up, they'll be waiting for 'the Chosen Captain' — 'the Boy Who Scored' — whatever they call you these days."

One of the girls, Crabbe or Goyle, Draco didn't care which gave an unwilling giggle, causing Potter to stare at her and for her to blush.

For the love of, Merlin.

Draco rolled his eyes as he pushed past Potter and Crabbe and Goyle followed at a trot. Once around the other corner.

"Nice convincing there," Draco remarked sarcastically just as another person came into view.

Exactly what I needed...

"The game is that way, Draco," Angeline Jensen said once she was closer. Wearing a yellow and black pin it was evident what team she was supporting for the day, but that wasn't surprising considering that no Slytherin (even Angeline Jensen) would be caught dead supporting Gryffindor in anything.

"I have no interest in going to the game, Jensen," Draco said, but Draco realized she wasn't even paying much attention to him.

"Who are they?" Angeline asked looking at the two standing on either side of him. "Trade in Crabbe and Goyle for two third years? Are they even in our house? Unless they are Crabbe and Goyle, then you're breaking the law."

"Don't move," he ordered his two companions as he grabbed Angeline by the arm and pulled her far enough from the disguised Crabbe and Goyle. "Listen, not a word of this to anyone."

"A word of what?" Angeline asked.

"That you saw me," Draco said. "Or them for that matter," he added with a nod toward Crabbe and Goyle. Angeline glanced at them, to her they were just third year girls.

"I've seen them before. On the seventh floor late at night." She said as she brought her attention back to him. "Isn't that where that Come and Go Room is located?" she paused with a quick look at the two girls, before she looked up at him her eyes widening a little. "Don't tell me those two really are Crabbe and Goyle. What the hell are you up to, Draco?"

"Merlin, mind your own damn business for once, Jensen!" Draco snapped. Angeline winced and Draco realized he still had a hand around her arm and his grip had only gotten tighter. Immediately letting go of her, she took a small step away from him as she rubbed her arm. So much was flashing through her eyes, Draco wasn't sure if she was angry, sad, scared or a combination of the three. "Listen, Jensen—"

I'm sorry.

"No," Angeline said quickly cutting him off. "I mean, it's fine," she amended. "I never saw you or your two little dolls. If you would excuse me," Sweeping past him she walked at a much quicker pace than Draco had usually seen her walk, only once did she look over her shoulder at him. Draco watched her go until she had turn the corner at the very end of the corridor.

"Come on the two of you. We've wasted enough time," Draco said to Crabbe and Goyle.

"She knows doesn't she?" Goyle...or was it Crabbe asked. "I told you it wasn't going to work!" Crabbe most definitely. "Got us taking that potion for what reason?"

"She doesn't know and she won't so just keep your mouths shut and do what you're told!" Draco snapped. "Even if she does know who is going to tell? And who would be believe her?"

She speculates, but she doesn't know for sure. Still, she's in a place I don't want her to be.

Angeline made it to the Quidditch pitch just minutes before the start of the game. Making her way through the many people she finally found Blaise and sat down beside him without saying a word. She was frowning at nothing in particular as she bit her bottom lip in thought.

"What's your problem?" Blaise asked nonchalantly.

"Nothing," Angeline replied. "I'm thinking, don't talk to me right now." Blaise raised an eyebrow before he turned and watched as the game was on its way to beginning.

Harry Potter shook hands with the Hufflepuff Captain, and then, on Madam Hooch's whistle, each team kicked off and rose into the air. Angeline didn't truly care who won the game. She wanted to go back up to the castle and head immediately to the seventh floor...

Leave it alone...

"And that's Smith of Hufflepuff with the Quaffle," said a dreamy voice, echoing over the grounds. "He did the commentary last time, of course, and Ginny Weasley flew into him, I think probably on purpose, it looked like it. Smith was being quite rude about Gryffindor, I expect he regrets that now he's playing them — oh, look, he's lost the Quaffle, Ginny took it from him, I do like her, she's very nice. ..."

Angeline stared toward the commentator's podium. She'd only met and spoken to Luna Lovegood once, but to let her commentate a game was, well, loony. But even from where Angeline sat there was no mistaking that long, dirty-blonde hair. Beside Luna, Professor McGonagall was looking slightly uncomfortable, as though she was indeed having second thoughts about this appointment.

"...but now that big Hufflepuff player's got the Quaffle from, her, I can't remember his name, it's something like Bibble — no, Buggins —"

"It's Cadwallader!" said Professor McGonagall loudly from beside Luna. The crowd laughed. Even Angeline who had recently been lost in thought let out a laugh. Moments later, Cadwallader scored considering that, McLaggen seemed to be shouting at someone on his own team.

Angeline sighed as Hufflepuffs and Slytherins cheered and jeered. Her mind wondered if, Draco had really been sick during the Gryffindor verse Slytherin game or if he'd run off to do what ever it was he was so intent on doing in secret. That small voice in the back of her head told her to leave it all alone, making her scowl slightly, first it wanted her to look into things, now it's warning her to back off. Either way she knew she wasn't going to listen. She never did.

Draco had said the same thing...

"And Harry Potter's now having an argument with his Keeper," said Luna serenely over the noise. "I don't think that'll help him find the Snitch, but maybe it's a clever ruse. ..."

Bringing her attention back to the game, Angeline watch as Ginny Weasley and Demelza Robins scored a goal apiece, giving the red-and-gold-clad supporters something to cheer about. Then Cadwallader scored once again leaving the game in a tie, but it would seem that Luna Lovegood didn't notice; she appeared singularly uninterested in such mundane things such as the score, and kept attempting to draw everyone's attention to such things as interestingly shaped clouds and the possibility that Zacharias Smith, who had so far failed to maintain possession of the Quaffle for longer than a minute, was suffering from something called "Loser's Lurgy."

That girl is something else.

"Seventy-forty to Hufflepuff!" barked Professor McGonagall into Luna's megaphone.

"Is it, already?" said Luna vaguely. "Oh, look! The Gryffindor Keeper's got hold of one of the Beater's bats."

Immediately everyone turned their heads to the Gryffindor Keeper and sure enough, McLaggen, for reasons best known to himself, had pulled Peakes's bat from him and appeared to be demonstrating how to hit a Bludger toward an oncoming Cadwallader.

Just not Gryffindor's game is it? Seems like Weasley really does make a difference. Then again, McLaggen is a troll.

Everyone continued to watch even as Harry Potter yelled at the replacement Keeper. Just as Harry was zooming toward McLaggen, McLaggen took a ferocious swipe at the Bludger and mishit it.

There wasn't a single person in the stands that hadn't winced or hiss in some sort of sympathetic pain as the Bludger connected with Harry Potter's skull and he went falling toward the grass below. Of course it didn't last long as the typical Slytherins laughed as Captain Potter was carried off the field and up to the Castle.

As the game went into a timeout, Angeline contemplated in going into the castle herself. She's be lying if she claimed she wasn't going to go look for Draco.

You're becoming obsessed.

With a small sigh, Angeline ran her hand through her hair and stayed where she sat to wait out the game. What Draco Malfoy did or didn't do wasn't of her concern. She shouldn't care. She didn't care.

Draco was in a far better mood than he had been earlier that day. His joy wasn't that the Vanishing Cabinet was working, because though it was improving, it definitely wasn't going to be working anytime soon. His joy came from hearing about how the Boy-Who-Lived was hit with a Bludger, by his own, Keeper. His Keeper of all things.

Regardless it put a small pep in Draco's step as he walked the school grounds. He was in the mood for flying. Heading to the Quidditch pitch now that it was void of other students, he had retrieved his broom and was on his way to Pitch. When he reached the pitch he was surprised to find that one other person was in the mood for flying. Sitting approximately twenty feet in the air, holding a book in one hand and balancing with the other, Angeline sat apparently completely content with the world.

Mounting his broom and kicking off the ground he ascended the twenty feet, where he began to circle her.

"Jensen," he said. She jumped but didn't lose balance as she looked past her book and at him. "Dangerous to be reading at a height like this." he said stopping in front of her.

"Aren't you in a cheery mood," she noted looking back at her book. "Done sneaking around the school with your two new girlfriends?"

"Thought we agreed you never saw us," Draco pointed out.

"True," Angeline said temporarily letting go of her broom to turn the page. Draco was impressed at her balance but said nothing. "Never agreed that I wouldn't bring it up or not think about it for that matter...So why is it that Crabbe and Goyle are both girls? I know they'd do anything for you but...really? Is Parkinson not living up to what she claims?" Draco narrowed his eyes.

"Cheeky," he stated. "I've told you time and time again. What I do is—"

"None of my business," she cut him off. "I know," she added looking at him over the top of her book.

"Then quit asking," he said.

"Is there a reason you're bothering me, Draco?" she asked.

"I came out here to fly."

"The pitch is big enough for the both of us, Draco. I'm not stopping you." she said. "Let me read in peace." Draco rolled his eyes for the second times. If their roles had been switched she would have been the nuisance she was and stayed put. Just to anger him.

My turn.

Moving his broom closer he snatched the book from her hand watching her regain her balance as she clutched the broom with both hands.

"Oi!" she exclaimed glaring at him. "Give that back!"

"The Last Spell," Draco read from the cover before opening to the page Angeline had been reading. "His life never felt so complete..." Draco read out loud before shutting the book close with a loud snap. "Sounds like a bunch of rubbish," he said.

"Just give it back, Malfoy," she said.

"Malfoy now? Have I angered you, Jensen?" he asked.

"Depends," Angeline said. "Are you planning on giving back my book?" she asked.

"I think I'll hang on to it," Draco said moving his broom out of her reach and slowly ascended about ten more feet into the air. "If you want it. Come get it."

From his new height he watched her as she seemed to contemplate whether or not she ought to go get her book or just let him have it. It seemed she wasn't going to let him have it as she pointed her broom up and shot toward him.

He only a few seconds to move out her way and to speed off across the pitch, a quick look over his shoulder showed him that she was a lot quicker and far more skilled at riding a broom than he thought she was.

Draco went into a dive and she followed after him without any sign of hesitation. Draco pulled his broom straight at about five feet from the ground, when he didn't hear the sound of a crash he knew she had managed to follow him.

"This is so stupid," Draco looked to his left to see she had managed to catch up to him. Despite what she said, she had a grin on her face that said different.

"Then why are you chasing me," Draco yelled over the air pushing past them.

"Because I want my book back," she yelled back. "Enough games, Malfoy!"

Draco smirked in her direction before leaning forward on his broom to increase his speed, but she kept up without a problem. He wasn't sure how she did it, but before he knew it he was knocked off his broom, the book flying out of his hands as the two of them rolled on the ground. When their two bodies came to a stop, Draco found himself chuckling while Angeline was outright laughing. Draco was the first one to sober from their excitement to find that she was laying on top of him, her hands on both sides of his head holding herself up, while his own rested on her waist. She had finally stopped laughing and simply smiled at him. Her windswept hair tickled his cheeks.

He watched as realization dawned on her face and her already pink cheeks darkened.

"Sorry," she mumbled rolling off of him and laying down on the grass beside him. They laid there in silence for what seemed like ages. Draco sat up and groaned in pain as he did so. "Did I hurt you?" Angeline asked sitting up as well.

"No, I just like to groan in pain for no particular reason," he remarked sarcastically.

"Sounds like you," Angeline replied. "Seriously, are you okay?" she asked.

"I'm fine, Jensen," he said. "I would ask if you were okay, but I sort of broke your fall." Angeline let out a short laugh. "What were you thinking when did that anyway?"

"I was thinking I was going to get my book back, whether or not you wanted to give it to me. Speaking of which," she said pulling out her wand. "Accio book." Her book came zooming into her hand.

"Could have just done that to begin with," he muttered rubbing at a sore spot on his lower back.

"That was far more fun don't you agree?" she asked. "I haven't seen you that...alive in months," she said.

"Where did you learn to ride a broom like that?" he asked hoping to take the focus off him.

"Well it was my uncle on my father's side who taught me how to fly. He was the one that said I could be a Chaser." she said. Draco noticed the nostalgia on her face which easily turned into a sadness he couldn't explain. "But I worked on my flying alone mostly during the summer holidays just to get out of the house more than anything."

"You really don't like your parents," Draco said. Angeline shrugged.

"Doesn't really matter," she said looking down at the watch on her wrist. "It's nearly dinner time already."

Draco stood up and turned sticking his hand out for her to take. Angeline raised an eyebrow at him. "Do you want help up or not?" Draco questioned. Angeline took his hand and he pulled her up. Once she was on her feet they immediately let go of the others hand.

Quietly they both collected their discarded brooms and started up to the castle.

"Jensen," Draco said when they were nearing the castle.

"Yeah I know," she said pulling her wand out again and pointing it at her broom. She let it shrink to the size of the palm of her hand before she put it away with her wand. "Can't be seen together. People will talk and we can't have that now can we?"

"Definitely not," Draco said.

"You can go through there. I can go through another." she suggested. Draco nodded. "See you at dinner," she said before she started toward another exit. Draco watched her go until she turned a corner and disappeared around the side of the castle.

Draco entered the school, broom thrown over his shoulder. Despite all that was going on in his life. Was it wrong for him to feel as great as he did?

Yeah.

He didn't give a damn.

That's the end of that chapter! And I'm excited, because...well for two reasons! Because I'm approaching what is probably my favorite part of this story! And because Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows is coming out very, very soon!

Now about the title for the sequel. Many of you said you liked the title Complexity. Though I'm super happy that you liked it, I found myself unsatisfied. But along came carpe-diem-1299 and she suggested Clandestine and I immediately fell in love. So there it is, the title for the sequel. I hope you all like it. Many thanks to you, carpe-diem-1299.

Cladestine –adjective characterized by, done in, or executed with secrecy or concealment, especially for purposes of subversion or deception; private or surreptitious.

Thank you for the lovely support everyone! Thank you for reading & hopefully reviewing! :)

I solemnly swear I'm up to no good. And my mischief is no where close to being managed.

Now excuse me while I go freak out!

Much Love,
TR