A/N-This is going to be quite a rambling note, you don't really have to read it.

I decided to incorporate a bit more humour into this chapter because the others have had a lot more drama than I planned. You have to go through some more drama at the beginning though to get to the humour. I don't even really know why, but I found this chapter a bit difficult to write and I made the revelation come a bit sooner than I also planned...Also, as a warning, I think the characters might be a little more OOC and I think this chapter might be rushed again.

You know, I'm not even sure why I named the chapter this...

Enjoy! :)

"Draco," Said Blaise as he shook Draco's body, seeing that he seemed to be stirring. "Draco! Wake up!"

Draco groaned and tried to roll over, away from Blaise, but found that he ached and hurt too much to do anything but open his eyes. However, when he did so, the blinding light that filled the room also hurt them. After his eyes adjusted to the light, he opened them fully to see the face that accompanied the voice he knew since childhood. Looking around, he saw that he was lying on a bed in one of the rooms-either Blaise's or his. The wall closest to the bed had been completely taken out and replaced with a large window where the daylight was streaming through; that was the only main difference from the common room and the bedroom though, everything else was roughly the same except it didn't have as many chairs or the dining table. He wondered whether all the bedrooms looked like this one. "Draco, you OK?" Blaise asked concerned.

"Ugh, that was some pretty strong hex. Only a couple of hours I've been out I presume?" He said, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.

"Mate, that wasn't any hex-" Blaise said slowly, trying to make him understand that nothing of the sort actually happened. Once Draco had passed out, before he dragged him into his bedroom, Blaise asked everyone if they'd done anything-even as going as far as threatening them with his wand-but they said that he passed out before they even had a chance. Whilst waiting in his room for Draco to wake up, Blaise spent his time thinking about Draco and his...Veela problem. Not that Draco knew, and Blaise intended to keep it that way, but he saw Draco in his moment of weakness on the train when he started professing his love to Ginny. Just as Draco did, Blaise believed that to be a plausible answer especially in the way that he acted around her, but something just didn't add up-no matter how well Ginny fit with the prophecy. 'If it was Ginny', he had thought, 'Then there shouldn't be a reason for him to just go into agony and then pass out.' He eventually concluded that it wasn't Ginny-no matter what Draco may or may not think-because the reaction he had was too big to be overlooked, and it wasn't as if he insulted or hurt Ginny. 'It was Granger,' he thought. On top of that, thanks to Draco, Blaise finally figured out what the last line meant. He called Hermione the Gryffindor Princess. That's what the prophecy meant, he believed, it was referring to their titles. Draco was the Prince and Hermione was the Princess-it fit perfectly. He wasn't going to tell Draco though; no way would be bounce back that quickly. Blaise was stubborn and even if Draco asked for his help once more, it didn't automatically mean that he'd just confess his findings. He thought it'd be particularly amusing just to play along to Draco's thoughts, only himself knowing the true Mate and just wait for the faithful day when he realises that it's not Ginny at all. Of course, something also didn't add up to why he thought it was Ginny. A Veela was only meant to be that attracted to the scent of his mate, and if it were Hermione, then there'd be no logical reason for him to jump Ginny like that...

Draco's life was getting too complicated and dramatic.

"Yes it was. I saw them with their wands out, wanting to avenge Granger. They hexed me-no question about it. I guess it must've been Potter or Weasley." Draco interrupted firmly. He probably also knew that he was lying because, deep down, he knew the real reason to a reaction like that but didn't want it to be true, or was so hooked on the thought that it's Ginny he was completely disregarding it.

Blaise sighed, but didn't protest anymore knowing that Draco'd only become more stubborn. "About a day and a half, I guess." He answered. Draco slowly nodded because it hurt to do much of it. "I'll let you borrow some of my robes in here, only because you're too weak to make it to your room. And be quick, Potter's ordered everyone downstairs-he wants us to start the painting as early as we can, so we have it finished in the least amount of days." Blaise made his way to the door and was about to exit and go downstairs to tell everyone that Draco had woken up and be joining them soon, but stopped when Draco spoke.

"Blaise," He said slowly. "Thanks, for your offer and bringing me here. You didn't-don't have to, you're not meant to be helping me. But, I've realised that I kind of need some help-if you had just left me on the floor, they would've taken the opportunity to eradicate the 'Death Eater scum'." It was hard for Draco to admit any of this, but he did mostly for his benefit and gain and he was sure Blaise knew that-well, most of the reasons why at least. What he didn't know was that Draco needed to have him to drag him back to the common room, should something go wrong. He'd only rationally thought about how he would get himself back by himself before he passed out, and realised that it was a stupid thought to think that he could do it. "Being the Veela expert that you are, I know that you know that the only reason that I snapped at you like that was because I seem to have a shorter fuse now." Draco joked.

"I know Draco, but you need to try and control your anger. Don't want to be snapping at everyone or sprouting wings every five minutes do you? I'll help you as much as I can, but there are some things that I can't help you with which you have to by yourself." I only smiled and nodded at him as I got out of bed. He left the room and Draco started to get changed into Blaise's Slytherin robes-luckily they were roughly the same size. Just as he was about to put his shirt on, he notice that the numbers hadn't changed by just two- like he stubbornly believed that they should've- but by nine.

"276 days left." He sighed to himself as he shrugged the shirt on. "The equivalent to nine months." He got dressed quickly after that and jogged down the stairs, feeling back to normal albeit a bit confused, angry and annoyed at the sudden change of time and how suddenly 9 months didn't feel like nearly enough time.

"-Canvas for the painting. It, of course, must take up the whole canvas but it can be a painting of whatever the group agrees on. It can be completed in any way you want, but everyone must have at least one part in the production of it. The finished product will not be judged by the quality of the artwork, but whether it was a group effort or not. This must be done by the 18th." Draco just caught the end of Hermione's speech as he finished the last of the few steps of the staircase, but saw that she was reading from a note and everyone was standing around a large, square, white canvas that was lying on the floor. "Well, that's all the note says."

"Easy enough." Ron shrugged. When everyone heard Draco jump off the last step, they all turned around to face him and just started at him (with the exception of Blaise, who shuffled slightly to the side for Draco to stand next to him) as if he had murdered someone. Hermione fixed him with the hardest glare in the room as he avoided everyone's eyes and just quietly stood next to Blaise. No one continued talking though and although he'd never show it, the stares were beginning to make him feel uneasy. Lifting his head up, he met every one of their gazes; looking at Hermione for the longest. Some of them stopped staring after that, but most continued.

"Please," Draco sneered. "Don't let me interrupt. Continue." When the rest of the eyes looked away and refocused on the Golden Trio, Blaise nudged him warning him to calm himself in case something happened.

"Well, what do you guys want to paint?" Harry asked, looking around the room. Everyone was quiet, some even not wanting to meet his eyes.

"I thought that we could do it of the Battle of Hogwarts-you know, at the end. Like a victory scene." Neville said sheepishly, as if he thought that his idea was going to be immediately rejected and ridiculed.

"I think we should stay away from war." Padma commented.

"Yeah, this is like a new beginning; we shouldn't focus on the past." Hannah agreed.

"These are a bunch of hypocrites." Draco whispered to Blaise, to which he nodded, understanding that what his friend said was true.

"OK, no war." Harry summarised. "We need a bit more to work with though, anything else?"

"What about something that symbolises a new beginning or something?" Susan suggested.

"Like what?" Ron asked.

"Um...I don't know."

Hermione gasped, and then started squealing in a happy manner. Draco's eyes unconsciously flickered towards where Hermione was, concerned about her sanity. "Oohh! What about-oh there's this play called The Wizard of Oz and it's got this scene in it with a twister and-oh it'll just be perfect!"

"English Granger." Draco drawled, giving her a pointed look. Looking around her, she saw that almost everyone was giving her the same confused looks, even Harry.

She fixed a glare onto Draco, but continued anyway for the benefit of everyone else. "Right. In the Muggle world there's a thing called the theatre-I won't go into what that is now-but there's a play called The Wizard of Oz-I won't explain what it's about either-and there's a twister scene where it picks up the house that Dorothy is in and takes her over the rainbow into a magical land. I think that we should do the twister scene, like half as the gloomy storm bit where the twister is, and the other half as a colourful, bright land."

After Hermione finished speaking, Lavender, who was to the right of Draco, let out an equally excited squeal. "I love that play; it also makes a great film! I've seen it so many times! Hermione, it's perfect for our portrait." She gushed, clapping her hands together.

"Sounds brilliant 'Mione," Ron complimented, whole-heartedly agreeing with his girlfriend. The nickname made Draco cringe; it was truly awful, he believed, and if they were really good friends, they could have come up with a better one. "Any objections to that?" Everyone was completely silent and nodding along to the idea; some even had small grins appearing as they pictured it, but most were still remotely confused and interested in the Muggle part behind it. "OK then, so no more ideas? This is the one that we're going with?" Everyone silently nodded again, while Draco rolled his eyes at everything that was happening: The authority that was suddenly handed to the Golden Trio just because they were the saviours and had a reasonable amount of leadership skills; not that any of that really mattered or was any sort of election. It was just stupid. And this 8th year project? That was even worse; Draco didn't want to spend any more time with the people that he hated than was necessary between coming here between classes, for the night and for escape from his Veela senses.

"Bloody great," Draco said sarcastically, attracting everyone's attention because of the silence. "We just going to stand here then and waste the first day? Or are we going to get this piece of crap started so I don't have to see all of you more than I need to."

"No one's stopping you from leaving Malfoy." Ron snarled.

"Actually Weasley, the Headmistress is. See, I don't know whether you're family educated you that well for you to know the meaning of some words, but basically in Weasel language the note that Granger so politely read out says that, I have go to help or we'll all get a detention." Ron started to turn red at the jab at his family from Malfoy again, but before a fight could break out, much to the disappointment of the others, Harry intervened.

"Well then Malfoy, if you're so eager to get started, why don't you take over then?" He indicated the large blank canvas and crossed his hands over his chest.

"If only it was that simple Potter," He said mockingly. "I don't whether you realise during all that time you were running about the school 'proclaiming' your-" Before Draco could continue and insult even more people that might end up in him being attacked, just like Harry, Blaise intervened.

"What he means is that, he would, you know, if he hadn't lived in the Wizarding World all his life and had never touched anything Muggle," Blaise amended. "I'm sure you know what I'm talking about; it only seems that Granger and Brown know what they're on about. They should take lead." Everyone surveyed him coolly before Harry and Ron nodded to what he was saying.

"Alright then Hermione, start."

"But I told you all the other day, I can't draw." Hermione stressed.

"McGonagall said that it's not going to be judged on quality Hermione, it's fine. Just start." Hannah encouraged, waiting what she was going to do eagerly.

"I know but-" She sighed. "Lavender, I've seen you-you can draw. Why don't you take over?"

"I would, but...I don't really like art that much. You're the Brightest Witch, so I'm sure you can do it yourself." Lavender said as she walked over to Ron and hung on his arm.

"Just someone do something!" Padma snapped getting annoyed.

"Granger, stop being a whiny little princess and start!" Draco groaned.

"No! I can't! I won't!" She protested. "If I can't do something properly then I won't do it at all!"

"Hermione, honestly, it's OK. I can't draw well either." Susan tried to reason with her.

"Yeah, I'm not even-" Lavender's lie was cut off by one glare from Hermione who was fuming.

"You don't get it, this is the only thing that I-I-" Hermione stopped, unable to continue. Her eyes were practically filled with tears because of her nervous breakdown.

"It's nothing to worry about," Neville consoled softly. "No one can do everything."

Draco was about to open his mouth to boast about how he could actually do everything; it ranged from getting just as high marks as Hermione to growing wings and throwing fire out of his hands-even drawing-but he was cut off by Ron. "Come on Hermione, it's not that bad. It's not as if you're going to be drawing it all yourself; you're just going to be starting it."

"Exactly. Just a rough plan, you know 'Mione?" Harry said causing Draco to cringe again.

"Fine! Lavender help me." She said.

"Erm, no? I already said that I wasn't going to."

"We're not getting anywhere." Blaise muttered to Draco.

"Tell me about it." He whispered back.

"But Lavender, you have to help! I can't-" Hermione whined before she was interrupted.

"Honestly Granger, you say that you can't draw one more time-," Draco growled, pressing his palm to his head because of an oncoming headache.

"I'm not going to. I won't." Lavender said, shaking her head.

"But I can't draw!"Hermione.

"Look, you're the only one that's seen this stupid Muggle thing! You have to give us an idea of what it looks like! Just do something-anything!" Ron snapped, finally getting annoyed at their lack of progress and Hermione's whining.

"That's not true! Lavender's seen it before too! She can just get away with not doing anything because she's your girlfriend!" She protested.

"You can't expect me to do everything! I'm not some sort of Leonardo DiCaprio!" Lavender cried.

"Leonardo Di-what?! Lavender, he's the actor-Leonardo Da Vinci is the painter." Hermione was starting to sound frustrated.

"Ugh! You know what, when you all have finally stopped arguing, stopped whining and decided to get some work done, come get me. That's only if you all get your acts together before our afternoon classes!" Padma snapped, turning around sharply and storming her way over to the staircase. Her outburst caused a sudden chain reaction; Hermione started whining again, causing Draco, Blaise and some others to groan whilst everyone else started arguing about whether they agree with Padma or not. The some that did agree had begun to turn around and follow her up the stairs, but before anything like that could happen, the sound got too much for Draco's improved hearing and he put a stop to it.

"SHUT YOUR BLOODY MOUTHS!" Draco yelled, stunning everyone into science. "Good. Now you, Patil, get back here. I'm going to take over now and we'll actually get shit done because I use my head," He took a few breaths to calm himself before his wings and fire made a reappearance. "We're not going to get any painting or drawing or whatever done today because some people are being difficult, so as much as I hate it and the thought of it, we're going to have to do teamwork. Now, Granger, Brown, you said that this Blizzard of-"

"Wizard of Oz." Hermione corrected sternly.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. You said that it's a-a, um...play? That's at a beer...-"

"A play that's preformed in a theatre and is also a film, just in case we have to wait for you to figure out what it's called again."

"Anyway, if we go get this theatre then we can have an idea of what we're doing and don't have to leave it up to these two." He said gesturing to Hermione and Lavender. Hermione and Lavender started snickering, quickly forgetting their argument and nervous breakdown from earlier, to find amusement in Draco's lack of Muggle knowledge. "What's so funny?" Draco asked, fixing them both with a glare.

"You can't get a theatre Malfoy. You go there and you watch people perform it." Lavender corrected him this time.

"And I can't really imagine Neville coming to a Muggle theatre and blending in, never mind you or Zabini. I don't think it's really an option. But," Hermione said beginning to grin slightly. "I think we could go get the film and find some way for us to use Muggle technology in Hogwarts..."

"That sounds like a plan." Harry said clapping his hands together happily.

"Well, what now then? Nothing?" Padma asked, stepping down from the first step and crossing her arms.

"No, now we need to figure out some charms that allow Muggle technology. Padma, you can help me with that. You too Susan, and Hannah, I hear you're brilliant at it." Hermione said, suddenly taking control again.

"Hey, Draco and I are just as good." Blaise said. Well, really, that was a bit of a lie. Yes, Draco was just as brilliant at charms as the three girls were, but Blaise wasn't. Blaise, also like Draco, excelled in potions, but he was going to keep that a secret. He just wanted to get Draco out of the Tower with Hermione, because, although it hadn't been revealed to him, Blaise suspected that there were some charms in place in the Tower to stop any magic from magical creatures, because Draco hadn't jumped Hermione yet. Blaise was needing a laugh and watching Draco not be able to control himself again,-this time in front of more people-was promising to be hilarious from Blaise's point of view.

"No offence to you two, but I don't really think that you'd be...interested to being with us and everything." She sneered, heading out the door with Susan, Padma and Hannah on her trail.

"Since you came up with idea Malfoy," Ron started, not sounding at all pleased. "You should be in charge." He just about managed to force the words through his gritted teeth.

"Though it pains me, I pass my authority over to Blaise because I have bigger fish to fry other than just watching you paint a picture." Draco said, holding his heart in mock heartbreak, though the entire time he was speaking, he was serious. It was true; he did have bigger fish to fry. He had to convince Ginny to leave Harry and be with him before nine months was up, and knowing how stubborn the redhead was, he'd need to use most of that nine months. He also needed to visit the library to get that book that his Godfather told McGonagall about; although she didn't know what he meant, Draco certainly did and decided that even before he could confront Ginny again, he'd have to control his change of minds outside the Tower.

"OK then, we'll need whatever that thing is that you watch a film on and the film. I'll put that up to you Brown and your Weasel can help. Everyone else, do what you want." Blaise said and followed Draco out the door. Apparently, he needed to go to the library. Blaise smirked, unbeknownst to Draco, him and Hermione were quite a bit more alike than they'd care to admit-and because of the fact that that was exactly where Hermione was. Blaise couldn't wait...