Nooo! Not more drama! Ah well, you guys definitely seem to like it. Might be a couple of weeks until my next update, but if you happen to be suffering from withdrawl, I have a trailer on my youtube page (my username is the same as it is here). Till next time :P

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Astoria did not wake until almost eleven the next day. Stretching, she sat up and looked around the room, and was momentarily surprised to see Draco reading a newspaper by the window. She yawned loudly, causing him to look up at her and smile.

"Awake at last, I see," he commented with a sly grin. "I took the liberty of ordering room service for you," he added, gesturing to some toasted sandwiches on the table. Astoria raised her eyebrows.

"Well, a Malfoy knowing how to use a telephone. I have to admit that against my better judgement, I'm impressed," she teased cheekily. Draco let out a soft chuckle.

"Against your better judgement, huh?" he asked, getting to his feet and approaching her. "And why, pray, would you not be impressed to begin with?"

Astoria giggled. "I guess I'm just one of those girls who is next to impossible to impress," she answered, slightly arrogantly.

Draco chuckled. "I guess so," he replied dismissively.

Astoria rolled her eyes and glanced at the clock, before letting out a loud yelp and leaping out of the bed.

"Is that the time? Merlin, Daphne's going to kill me! I promised I would be home for lunch today!" she exclaimed as she pulled some clothes out of her trunk. Draco just stared at her, a faintly amused grin on his face. Astoria noticed him watching her and gave him a stern look.

"Draco, if you're going to hang around, you could at least help me!" she said irritably. "Put the beds back together," she instructed. Draco shrugged his shoulders and pulled his wand out while she locked herself in the bathroom to get changed.

"Do you want me to help pack your things away?" he called out to her, once the Splitting Charm on the bed had been reversed.

"Oh goodness! Yes, please, if you wouldn't mind!" came Astoria's anxious reply. Draco swept his wand over the room, causing Astoria's scattered belongings to float into her trunk. Astoria emerged a few seconds later, wearing a dress that almost exactly matched the emerald green colour of her eyes. She looked slightly frustrated as she snatched her shoes off the floor and slumped into a chair to pull them on.

"Damn, I'll never make it on time at this rate!" she muttered crossly as she stood again and smoothed her dress with her palms.

"I'll take you, if you like," Draco offered, burying his hands in his pockets. Astoria looked up sharply.

"I'd appreciate that," she muttered. Draco grinned sheepishly and offered her his arm. She granted him a thankful smile before accepting it, inhaling sharply as darkness momentarily consumed her.

When the darkness disappeared, she was relieved to recognise the top end of her street, but when she turned towards her home, she knew something was wrong.

"Oh dear God!" she exclaimed, running at top speed towards a rather large bungalow which had black smoke pouring into the sky above it. When she finally reached the gates, her fears were confirmed. The house was ablaze, but Astoria could tell this was no ordinary fire. The heat of the flames was so intense that Astoria found herself backing hurriedly to the other side of the road. She gulped hard, feeling completely helpless as she watched her home burn, hoping against all hope that nobody was inside. Her jaw dropped in horror when she heard a terrified female scream issuing from the burning building.

"Daphne!" Astoria screamed as Draco finally caught up to her. His eyes widened at the sight before him, before he pulled his wand out and muttered an incantation Astoria couldn't hear. Within a matter of seconds, the flames died away, revealing a charred ruin where the Greengrass family home had once been. Astoria ignored the tears that streamed down her cheeks as she cautiously approached the house, stopping just before the gates. Draco pushed past her, mumbling a warning to stay where she was while he attempted to investigate. Astoria felt so numb that it was unlikely her legs would have obeyed her even if she had wanted to move closer.

After what felt like several lifetimes, Draco emerged, levitating a stretcher ahead of him.

"Oh God! Daphne!" Astoria cried desperately, rushing forward.

"It's alright, Astoria. She's alive, but she is badly burnt," Draco muttered. "We'll need to take her to St Mungo's."

Astoria nodded numbly. "That was no ordinary house fire, Astoria," Draco growled angrily. "It was a deliberate, pre-meditated act." Astoria fearfully met his furious gaze. "Fiendfyre," he said simply, as though that one word could explain everything.

"What? But Fiendfyre is almost impossible to conjure!" Astoria gasped. Draco gave her a stern look.

"Astoria, your parents are missing, and now your sister is badly injured. This is not a coincidence. I think you are being targeted," he explained grimly. "Did anyone know you were coming home today?"

Astoria shook her head. "I only told Anthony, and it's unlikely he had anything to do with it; he's a muggle," she answered. Draco gave her a pitying look.

"It isn't so much who you told, as who was listening," he explained. "Astoria, I think you are being watched."

Draco: I hate you, you crazy mudblood.

Me: How many times must I tell you; DON'T CALL ME MUDBLOOD!

Astoria: What's going on?

Me: Your jerk of a boyriend keeps calling me mudblood.

Astoria: Draco! Apologise!

Draco: (mumbles incoherently)

Me: (sweetly) Sorry? Didn't catch that?

Draco: (scowling) I'm sorry.

Me: (dances away, giggling happily)