A/N: Well it's a short update, but an update nonetheless. I'll do my best to update again soon.

Chapter Eleven

After what Madison considered a most gruesome discussion, she fell asleep in Draco's arms. He fell asleep shortly after.

They were awoken by Severus Snape.

"I trust you two had a pleasant night."

Draco woke almost instantly and sat up. Madison yawned and stretched before also sitting up, bleary-eyed. On seeing the older man, she gasped, blushed, and cuddled into Draco's chest.

"Madison, cease this nonsense at once. It's time for you to go home."

She pouted, but grabbed her robe and began to pull it on. The professor turned away after telling them to get their goodbyes out quickly.

"Er . . . Thank you for last night."

"Well. You owe me."

She laughed and hugged him quickly.

"Will you write to me, Draco?"

"You know I will. Don't be stupid."

Smiling, she said, "Thank you, Draco. Goodbye."

"Wait, Madison."

He leaned over to kiss her soundly, squeezing her left breast underneath her robe before he let her go.

"Goodbye brat."

She giggled and then followed Severus back to his quarters so that she could change and return to Malfoy Manor.

When the adults thought she'd gone to her room, Madison snuck to the edge of the corridor to listen.

"Did it go as planned, Severus?"

"Exactly as planned, Narcissa. The Dark Lord would be most pleased."

"Excellent," said Lucius. "And how fares the tournament champion?"

He fairly spat out the last word, but Madison couldn't think why.

"He's made it this far surprisingly well, but he won't get past the last challenge. Otherwise, he's as per usual – his father's son."

"And Draco?" asked Narcissa; she seemed to wish to redirect the conversation away from the champion.

The dark haired man smirked.

"He is also his father's son."

They chuckled and began saying their goodbyes, so Madison flitted off to her room.

Dear Draco,

How are you? Will you tell me more about the Tri-Wizard Tournament? What's a champion?

I made you some more truffles. Just don't tell; I had to sneak into the kitchen to do it.

Yours,

Madison

Dear Madison,

Don't ask so many questions at once.

I won't tell about the truffles if you'll send me more. You're not so useless, after all.

Sincerely,

Draco

He didn't mention the Tri-Wizard Tournament, but he sent her a clipping from The Daily Prophet regarding the champions. There was only odd thing about the clipping.

Cut out of two pictures was the face of the fourth champion – Harry Potter.