"So, Draco, I don't mean to pry, but-"

"It is none of your business, Hermione. I'm sorry," The expression on his face didn't change. He sent one flame after another at the board with body targets.

"I understand."

Hermione had expected something like this, but she had to try since Dumbledore had been out of the room for a few moments. It was (technically) the first day of their Christmas break, but they would repeat the week as to enjoy it with their friends. She sighed, and went in her quarters to use the restroom.

She opened the door, went inside, did her business, and went back into her room to check her hair and make up.

All of a sudden, the door slammed, and curses were flying in her direction. She whipped out her wand, but was too late.

"Petrificus Totalus!" She was as flat and hard as a board, lying on her bed.

'Draco, help me!' She tried desperately to scream, but to no avail.

"Miss Hermione Granger, good to see you again. The Air Elemental?"

She didn't recognize the voice, but it was definitely a male death eater, and probably an older one. He walked towards her and put his hand up her skirt. She was freaking out on the inside.

"Your going to come with me, puppet."

"Hermione?" Draco was calling her, "Are you okay in there?"

The man pointed his wand at her, and gave her the look that said, 'I'll kill you if you mess this up.'

Hermione was undone from her restraint, and, took her chance: She screamed bloody murder.

Draco blasted through the door before the man had a chance to do anything, and attacked the man with fireballs.

When the man was good and smoked, Hermione held up a hand to tell Draco to stop, and she stunned and impaired the hearing of the culprit. She pulled off the mask and gasped.

"He didn't… Do anything to you, did he?" Draco's head hung is shame.

"I… he p-put his hands up m-my skirt, but nothing other than that, do you recognize him?" Draco sat on the bed next to her, and transfigured the man's mask into a pen and parchment to write to Dumbledore.

"Yes, he is a death eater, he is notorious for messing around with muggle women and then modifying their memories afterwards."

"How did he know that we were here, or get in here for that matter?"

"It is the Christmas Holidays, he probably jumped on the train for the ride here, and got off and walked in looking like a confused first year."

"So… Do you think that they know about us?"

"It is possible. I told Dumbledore to bring Vertaserum when he came."

"Oh… Draco, I am so sorry if it is true. But, thank you for saving me. I don't want to think what he would have done…" She didn't want to finish thinking that thought.

"Yeah."

Dumbledore walked in calmly, and pulled out a bottle of Vertaserum, and had Draco help him with it.

"What is your name?"

"Amidrigus Geautier," he had the most dazed look on his face.

"Who sent you here?"

"Lucius Malfoy."

"Why did he send you here?"

"He was suspicious of his son, and wanted me to follow him and find out what was going on here at Hogwarts with him."

They all let out a sigh of relief.

"Does anyone else know that you are here?"

"No, only myself and Lucius."

"Have you told anyone since your arrival here of Draco's abilities, or Hermione's?"

"No. I was to report back at noon time tomorrow."

"How did you get into the castle and this room?"

"I smuggled myself onto the train, and posed as a young student in Hufflepuff robes. I followed Draco here using the tracking spells."

Dumbledore's brows furrowed. "What tracking spells?"

"Voldemort created them himself, you can track anyone with them."

"Did you harm any student or touch any of them inappropriately?"

"Yes, her," He pointed to Hermione.

"And anyone else?"

"No."

"Miss Granger?"

"I am fine professor, Draco got in her in time."

"Thank you, Draco."

"Did you modify anyone's memory in the last few days?"

"No."

"Obliviate!"

The man's eyes went even more dazed for a few moments, and he snapped back.

"Who am I?" Draco sniggered.

"You are William Smith, you are the father of Abigail, remember?"
Dumbledore smiled grimly at the man, and said, "Lets go, William."

"Alright, Grandpa."

Draco shook his head when they apparated out of there, and said, "I don't know how Dumbledore does it."

"Well, lets get back to work, we have assignments to cover and we still have to do Slughorn's essay and Snape's homework."

"Hermione… You asked me awhile ago what I was talking about with Dumbledore, correct?"

"Yes, why?" It hardly seemed significant now.

"I… I need to tell you. It involves you."