A/N A/N at the end.

Hermione POV

He stared at me.

"What?" he whispered. "How?".

"I'm half angel", I murmured. "Father was a mortal, Mother was an angel. You should be killing me by the way".

Blondie looked affronted. "Why the hell would I want to kill you?".

"Because I'm an angel", I rolled my eyes. "Duh".

"I meant why would I waste my time to kill you?" blondie joked half-heartedly. "But anyways, I'm not going to kill you because I won't waste my tim-".

"That joke is getting old".

"First of all, shut your mouth. Second of all, how does this have anything to do with being a test subject?!".

"Well, all Supernaturals are born with Dust", I said. "Queen Cissy had made a Dust-takeaway contraption but I remember that the angels took it away. She was then supposedly killed in the war. Everyone knows that she's the only one with the information on how to make it so the angels were safe. But it seems that she isn't dead or she had shared her blueprints with someone else".

"And so she used the contraption on me?" blondie asked, knitting his brows together.

"Well, I'm glad that you have at least one brain cell in your thick skull", I said. He stuck his tongue out at me.

"Wait, so... can I get my Dust back?" blondie asked.

"I'm afraid not", I sighed. "When a demon gets their Dust they are immediately turned into a murderous Supernatural who always has an urge to spread negativity. This might sound extremely stereotypical and racist in an angel and demon way, but it is a true statement. Demons have different wings than angels and something on said wings would cause a demon to be different than an angel and a mortal. The wings warp people's personalities".

"So, you won't be able to give me Dust", blondie said dejectedly. "Ok".

"I'm sorry", I said sincerely. "But we would both die or I would die if you got Dust".

"I'm going to sleep on this", blondie said, suddenly getting up. "Goodnight".

He then proceeded to walk straight to his bedroom, slamming the door shut.

I sighed. That was probably a good idea. I wouldn't think it was a good idea to have blondie's Father come in and find a girl with weird, white wings in his house when his son's engaged. I sighed again.

Slumping down in a very un-angel like and unladylike way, I cast one wistful glance to the hallway containing the DMM and opened blondie's door, trudging in.

I glanced at the mop of white blonde hair peeking out of the sheets. Sighing for the last time, I proceeded to lay down on the floor and closed my eyes.

I was just about to drift off to sleep when I heard a royally loud door slam, making me jump. I thought it was Mr. Whatever-Blondie's-last-name-is coming home. I rolled my eyes in irritation before closing them again.

It was a few seconds later when I heard a very loud, "Draco, I have brought your fiancee here with me tonight. Please meet Astoria Greengrass! I think you two would get along well. They are coming in a few minutes. I would like it if you had put on your best suit".

I lifted my head to see "Draco's" reaction and found him squinting blearily at his closed door.

Apparently, the door wasn't staying closed for long because it swung open with the larger version of Draco in the doorway.

A/N Cliffie-ish. Sorry for the long wait. I was low on motivation.

-LK