Tap, tap, tap.

That annoying sound was making its way into his dreams. He was half way between sleep and waking, still dreaming but with a sense of reality.

Tap, tap, tap.

Draco pulled the pillows over his head, trying to drown it out. But the noise was getting more insistent and angrier. With every tap his memory of the dream slipped further and further away. He opened his eyes and looked out of the window. It was raining heavily, but that wasn't what was tapping on the window. Her owl was there, glaring at him, soaking wet and looking very put out. Draco got up and opened the window. The owl flew in and dropped the soaking letter onto his bed. It landed on the floor in front of the lit fire, trying to warm itself up. It glared at Draco again, as if daring him to tell it to leave.

"Take your time," he said to the owl as he closed the window. It was freezing outside. He preformed a drying spell on the letter and opened it.

To Sir Green,

It's been quite some time since we first met, and I must admit, it's been frustrating me, not being able to figure out who you are. I am quite a stubborn person, as you may have come to realize. I don't usually accept that I cannot find an answer to something, and am determined to keep on with my own findings before admitting defeat. But as a great man once said; "It is a capital mistake to theorize before you have all the evidence. It biases the judgment."

I want to know who you are. I've found myself looking at every student I pass, going through them with a fine toothed comb, trying to match their mannerisms and such with yours. But I've hit a dead end. My need to know will probably end up being my own undoing, but that is what defines a Ravenclaw after all. And if I am not mistaken, you have the same thirst for knowledge and the same want to know who I am too. Hopefully you will not be too shocked.

How about we meet in the Room of Requirement at midnight? I will come in my mask, and I will show myself to you, if you should wish it. I will only ask you to reveal yourself if you want to too.

Love,

Lady Blue.

'Ah crap.' Draco thought. Most of the school hated him. How was this ever going to work out properly? Damn it. He began to pace. He lit up, inhaled and puffed out so many different colours of smoke, it'd put the rainbow to shame. His emotions were conflicting and he had no idea what to do. After a half hour of pacing, he decided; 'damn it all to hell,' and wrote back a single worded reply; "Agreed."

He handed it to the owl, which looked quite cozy, and didn't look too fond of going back out in the rain.

Draco sighed. "Wait until the rain stops so, if you must."

The owl turned back to the fire and relaxed itself again.

Draco spent the rest of the day in a daze. He thought about it over and over again. He liked this girl, he really did. But did he want her to know who he was? The infamous Draco Malfoy. He shook his head, trying to pay attention to the lesson ahead of him. But soon he found his thoughts drifting back to her and succumbed to thinking of nothing but the problem in front of him.

Draco was waiting by the lake for her to turn up, he'd come early to muddle things over in his mind. What if it was someone who hated him? The betrayer of both good and evil. Or someone embarrassing. They'd gone pretty far. Not as far as sex, but far enough. Oh god, if it turned out to be someone who despised him-

"Penny for your thoughts?" came voice to his right. He looked up. She was here. Oh well, no time like the present.

"I was just thinking," he said to her as she sat down. "I have to admit I am a bit nervous about showing you… me."

She smiled at him. "Yeah, me too. So… who wants to go first?"

Draco mustered up all of his courage. He was a Malfoy after all. If he could not even have the courage to show his face to a girl, he was a shame to the family name and his father.

"I'll do it, I guess." He slowly pulled his wand out, tapped his head, so his hair returned to normal colour. The girls eyes went wide when she saw it and her face went pale under the mask. She knew already, and she didn't seem to like it. He pulled his mask off and flashed her a charming smile. In spite of her pale face, she blushed at his smile.

"Surprise." He said. She stumbled to her feet. He followed suit.

"Draco Malfoy…" she said breathlessly. She started to back away.

"You're not getting away that easy, this was your idea. You may hate me, but I at least deserve to know who you are."

She backed away still. "No… no, this was a mistake, it'd be better if you didn't know…" She turned and began to run.

'Shit.' Draco thought as he ran after her. He drew his wand and caught up enough to touch the tip of his wand to her straight hair. It immediately bounced to life, in long neat chocolate curls flowing down her back. He reached out and caught her wrist. He stopped her running and pulled her fast to him.

"Be fair." He said to her.

"You're not going to like it."

"It's not fair you get to know who we both are. I want to see you."

She looked down. "Fine…"

He reached up and pulled her mask off. It fell to the grass with a thud. Her wrist was dropped and Draco backed away.

"Told you you wouldn't like it." Hermione said.

I could be a heartless bitch and leave it there, (assuming you see that as a cliffhanger) but I'll be nice. XD