Draco Malfoy sighed tiredly, feeling overly miserable. He'd asked around every of his father's shady business partners already – and still, no one knew where to get unicorn blood. Even a spoonful was particularly impossible to get in Knockturn Alley. However, he was convinced that Snape got his portion through his family and their connections.

At least the Dragon Reservation in Romania had the required dragon scales. However, he still needed to contact their manager – according to brochure they didn't sell those things for anyone, just for special clients. He had a big task in front of him – if he ever wanted to successfully fix Granger, he needed to get in contact with Charlie Weasley. Maybe, mentioning Hermione's name couldn't hurt, right?

Dittany was stored in Sprout's cabinet, with the Gryffindor's distracting ability and his snooping, it was simple to have. Or either, Hermione would just get Longbottom do it for her. That was more likely as Professor Sprout wasn't big fan of her since she took off with Pansy in the last month.

He ran a hand through his blonde hair.

Even though he still believed his parents could solve everything, he was slightly unnerved. He'd just got his mother's letter back to his desperate pleading to get him unicorn blood from somewhere. He hoped that his mother's skills and complicate web of gossip system could solve their problem. And despite that, he was afraid of opening the letter – it was possible she had found nothing in the issue, hence the quick answer.

He had sent his letter two days ago – the deal being this serious, it was nearly impossible that she had already found the remedy for his hysterics.

Draco turned the hard parchment in his fingers, contemplating if he should open it without Granger. There may be personal stuff. And there may be the push they needed to get everything in track.

So he decided to open it. Curiosity was eating him from the insides – he had never been that hyped because of a letter since he was sorted in Slytherin. At least those formalities didn't hold secrets within.

Dear,

I cannot simply guess why you would need some of the most treasured bloods of the magical world so importantly. I understood – you needed it, but where's the reason, Draco? You conveniently forgot to mention it in your last letter.

However, seeing how egged on you were, I decided to give you some information on unicorns. To get blood you need to form an understanding with the creatures. Trust is something they like to see in your eyes, honesty is the other. Also, love can pass, too. Be gentle if you ever meet one – they can turn ruthless in a second. I wish you luck with your research, but until you tell me more of your doing, I'm not giving away anything more. I think I'm being fair – rambling for rambling. Information for information.

Tell your mother everything – and please, don't be an idiot, Draco.

Love,

Mother

He was tempted to burn the parchment with the elegant handwriting to crisps with a quick incendio, but he needed to show it to Granger. She was sure his mother knew more than she was willing to offer – even he wrote an honest answer, she'd not give it out entirely. Knowing the Slyítherin way of thinking, that is.

Storming in Myrtle's bathroom – startling the longing ghost to the point to fall of her beloved windowsill –, he tossed his bag on the floor and occupied the sofa he got there the other day – the advantage that everyone was afraid of him. No one dared to question him even though he was levitating a sofa out of the Slytherin common room.

Well, minus Pansy. She was a tiny bit pissed, but it was nothing some hints about discounted Parisian robes couldn't have solved.

He sighed tiredly and started thinking, massaging the bridge of his nose.

His mother always liked magical creatures, unicorns and hippogriffs (such irony ha!) were her favourites, both being majestic and associated with royalties. He knew how she adored the legends connected to those, and how much she craved to be in possession of either of them.

But given those species were strong willed and refused to hold in custody, it was particularly impossible for his mother to get any of the two in their property.

However, from her letter he knew one thing – she had to do something with Snape getting the unicorn blood. And he was not afraid to find out.