I watched in amusement as Snape had told Weasley to cut up Malfoy's roots because his arm was still bandaged and I saw Severus send me a wink and I laughed quietly to myself my amusement grew when Severus told Potter to skin Malfoy's shrivelfig for him, this time I laughed a bit louder than before and Malfoy sent me a smile. I concentrated on my potion while Malfoy talked happily about how his father had been notified about the incident and even received an Owl from a very 'prominent' person, I smiled to myself as I stirred the potion.

"Hey, Harry" Another Gryffindor student spoke up " "have you heard? Daily Prophet this morning — they reckon Sirius Black's been sighted."

"Where?" said Harry and Ron quickly. On the other side of the table, Malfoy looked up, listening closely. My attention was pulled from my work to the conversation and I exchanged a look with Malfoy.

"Not too far from here," said Seamus, who looked excited. "It was a Muggle who saw him. 'Course, she didn't understand. The Muggles think he's just an ordinary criminal, don't they? So she phoned the telephone hotline. By the time the Ministry of Magic got there, he was gone."

"Not too far from here…" Ron repeated, looking significantly at Harry. He turned around and saw Malfoy watching closely. "What, Malfoy? Need something else skinned?"

But Malfoy's eyes were shining malevolently, and they were fixed on Harry. He leaned across the table. "Thinking of trying to catch Black single-handed, Potter?"

"Yeah, that's right," said Harry offhandedly. I snorted into my hand and Malfoy smirked. "Of course, if it was me," he said quietly, "I'd have done something before now. I wouldn't be staying in school like a good boy, I'd be out there looking for him."

"What are you talking about, Malfoy?" said Ron roughly.

"Don't you know, Potter?" breathed Malfoy, his pale eyes narrowed.

"Know what?" Malfoy let out a quiet laugh. "Maybe you'd rather not risk your neck," he said. "Want to leave it to the Dementors, do you? But if it was me, I'd want revenge. I'd hunt him down myself."

"What are you talking about?" said Harry angrily, at that moment Severus called for the class's attention and I wondered what did Malfoy know exactly?

Why did I care about what he knew?

Once again Draco Malfoy crossed my mind, I managed to get through the rest of the day without any more events featuring Potter and Malfoy. When I finally got to the Slytherin Common room I made a beeline for the stairs to get changed when I was stopped.

"Morrigan" I heard the voice of Malfoy come from somewhere in the room and I turned to face him with a slight sigh, Malfoy was lounging on one of the black leather sofas near the burning fireplace.

"You're welcome," I said with a slight smirk and Malfoy's eyebrow raised slightly as he sat up.

"Black is after Potter because Black was the one who betrayed his parents, Potter wants revenge" Malfoy was straight to the point which threw me a minute.

"How did you know I was curious?" I replied instantly even though my heart jumped slightly.

"You may have been quiet but your eyes tell a different story," Malfoy said with a shrug, I shifted my bag over my shoulder and tossed it toward the sofa before I walked the short distance and sat down on the end of the sofa, facing him slightly.

"Should I be worried that you've been watching me all the time?" I raised an eyebrow at him and he smiled.

"I don't watch you, Morrigan, I see you every day" Malfoy replied, "Father Owled me back, he had somethings to say about your family" I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Did he now?" I narrowed my eyes slightly, remembering what Severus had told me at the start of the year. While Lucius Malfoy was indeed known but not for the right reasons. Just like my father before he was killed during the first war.

"He knew your father, I can't believe I'm about to say this, but they were friends"

"Get lost"

"I'm serious!"

"I wonder why Snape didn't tell me" I wondered out loud and then pressed my lips together, I wasn't supposed to say that out loud. I looked into the fire for a few minutes, I couldn't help but wonder what else Severus has kept from me.

"He spoke very highly of both your parents, he told me your mother is-"

"In Azkaban" I finished and looked at Malfoy again and he staring at a spot on the floor with his eyes slightly narrowed. "James Potter put her there before you-know-who died" Malfoy's head turned to me quickly his eyes wide now.

"Okay, so I have to tell you something," Malfoy said slowly and I nodded.

"Alright," I said and leaned back on the sofa and Malfoy followed my actions.

"We've only spoken about three times since we started Hogwarts, I may have done some research on your family name" I flinched slightly and bit my lip but I said nothing, "We're a lot alike. I'm going to go straight to the point, your parents were his followers weren't they?"

"And everyone else in my family" I added.

"So were mine," Malfoy said quietly but before I could open my mouth loud voices filled the air.

"Draco, what are you doing with her?" I heard Pansy Parkinson whine and I rolled my eyes. "It can't have been much of a conversation, she likes to think she's mute" A few scattered laughs filled the room and I rose from my seat and walked toward her.

"I'm not mute, Parkinson, I'm just quiet. The fact that I don't talk to you is because I just plain don't like you" I said with a shrug, "Don't start something you can't finish" I turned and headed to the stairs that led to the girl's Dormitory. I wasn't surprised when Parkinson had followed me.

"Can't you just leave Draco alone? He doesn't need to be around someone like you!" Parkinson said as soon as the door was shut and I turned sharply to face her.

"Somone like me? Really?" I said in a dry tone, "Go on, please elaborate"

"Everyone knows about the Morrigan's. Death Eaters and Masters of the Dark Arts" Parkinson said with her hands on her hips and I could only shrug in response.

"So? I bet we're not the only family who are" I replied and Parkinson's mouth dropped open. "Instead of obsessing over my life why don't you brush up on your facts" Parkinson huffed and stomped from the room muttering about wanting to change rooms.

I thought back to the conversation I had with Malfoy earlier, was he right?

Could we really be more alike than we thought?