A/N - Sorry this one took so long, I was doing things like homework, sorting out my guy best friend's troubles, having some of my own troubles and watching Iron Man 3! Anyone else seen it? Brilliant, right?

I was also kind of stuck on what to write for this one, so that's why it's almost sort of...pointless? Sorry 'bout that. Any ideas guys? I just want to push this story forward somehow.

For a whole week after That Night, as she now referred to it as in her head, Hermione's dreams had continued featuring Draco, although they had been getting shorter and shorter since the first one until they had stopped altogether on the seventh day. Because of their frequency, she had gotten almost used to Dream Draco, especially since he was a whole lot nicer and his motives (if he ever had any) were easier to understand. However, she still didn't know why they were in the white infinity every time, or why there were always bittersweets and lemon verbena, or why he always looked the same - black wings with the tips still turning white albeit one every day, and black eyes (and what did the goddamn wings even symbolise if he wasn't a Fallen Angel?). Moreover, he always just had to set something on fire, as if he had a point to prove, and then demand her to put it out. Whenever she asked him about his wings or the flowers (on the few occasions that she actually questioned the strangeness of it all), he either laughed or mentioned the fact that the bittersweets means truth, so there must be 'something to learn from this', and the dream would end soon after.

Of course, if there was something to learn from it, Hermione wasn't going to pass up the opportunity just because it was seriously unusual. She visited the library every time she had a bit of free time since she first went there because of Dream Draco, to check whether, if by chance, all three of the books had been returned. To her great annoyance, they had not. Not even one of them had been given back yet. Still, the thoughts played heavily on her mind and she tried to use the knowledge that she already had, to try to understand it a bit more. Actually, she was thinking of Dream Draco so much that when she was adding the facial features to Dorothy, the nose and mouth had to begin to look scarily like his and she had to drastically change it so that it was back to looking relatively like Lavender again. Well... looking as close to like Lavender as Lavender could look when she had freckles and ginger hair because Ron and Susan had chosen it as their portrait qualities, and with Blaise's olive green eyes that were covered by Harry's glasses as their qualities.

Once that facial problem had been solved, they had finished putting the finishing touches on Neville's grandmother's house and made the twister a bit wider, then stood back to admire their handiwork that had lasted two weeks. Dorothy was standing there, in front of the house that Neville had grown up in, her glasses perched perfectly on her nose and orange hair flowing gently down her back. She would've been looking delicate in her baby blue dress painted by Padma, but Draco had insisted that for his quality he wanted her to have the Dark Mark, so she was looking a bit sinister with it imprinted on her skin. A yellow pygmy puff was balanced on her shoulder, however, specifically put there by Hannah to make the portrait look happier after she saw Dorothy's arm; and Hogwarts: A History was placed under her the same arm by Hermione. They had submitted it to McGonagall that very morning; Draco and Blaise had offered to carry it the whole way there, themselves (Blaise only doing it because Draco was in an odd mood to try and impress Hermione, and perhaps the other girls, by carrying it all by himself). They had then carried it all the way back when it had been approved and praised by her after they had explained how it'd work, ("For our portrait we didn't want to use the other ways of entering a common room, so we worked together and created a new way. The Eighth Year student would say their whole name to Dorothy - for example I'd say Hermione Jean Granger – and then I'd perform my chosen, also known as our signature, spell. We'd tell our keeper the correct combination, of course, when we apply the potion once we get back. Then, if the name and spell combination is correct, she will grant the student access to the Common Room. The twister in the background will suck us into the common room, once Padma, Hannah, Susan and I perform the specific Charm on it; and once we duplicate it we'll have a copy inside the Common room, however in this one, you shall have to open the door to Dorothy's house and walk out." Is what she had informed her as the others stayed quiet in the background).

The door had been magically removed when they had arrived, and Draco and Blaise had left the portrait to be hung up by Ron and Harry, the former of which didn't exactly trust Draco to hang it up without lacing it with Curses. He was, however, trusted just enough for him to go get the potion so that they could varnish the portrait before hanging it up. Once that was done, Dorothy had already begun capturing the hearts of all the students, although Draco was a bit reluctant considering she looked a lot like a Weasley and he was suddenly aware of the fact that he seemed to lose control and show many traits outside the Common Room. They had then proceeded to introduce themselves individually and perform their spells to her in an alphabetical order that had been organised by Hermione, although it wasn't as if Draco could pay much attention to what she was telling him as she organised them with her being so close - he just went wherever she moved him.

By the end of it they all had their combination of which was individually memorised by Dorothy.

Blaise Deon Zabini: Reducto

Draco Lucius Malfoy: Orchideous (Though he only chose the spell just so he could give Hermione the white rose that had come out of it, which meant eternal love; innocence; heavenly; secrecy and silence. He had to hold onto her wrist though and use his Veela Charms in order for her to take it on the down side, but he was still satisfied.)

Hannah Andrea Abbott: Expelliarmus

Hermione Jean Granger: Alohomora (However, she was seriously considering using Oppugno on Malfoy just because of the blasted rose that was, for some reason, still in her hand, but she decided on something that had more memories).

Harry James Potter: Expecto Patronum

Lavender Philomena Brown: Accio

Neville Matthew Longbottom: Petrificus Totalus

Padma Hasina Patil: Silencio

Ron Billius Weasley: Winguardium Leviosa (Ron was considering a stupefy to aim at Malfoy for giving that stupid rose to Hermione. However, he wasn't jealous. Not at all. He'd been with Lavender for two months and he didn't care about Hermione all that time, not even now when they're not together anymore. Anyway, he decided to use Winguardium Leviosa because it being his most favourite memory. It had absolutely nothing to do with Hermione).

Susan Alyssa Bones: Stupefy

After that, they all went their separate ways, though four specific wizards and a witch's destinations were interlinked. Hermione was on her way to the library again, praying to every God she knew – God, Allah, Brahma and many others – that the books would finally be there. Surely, they weren't that big, there couldn't be that much on Nymphs, Sirens and Veelas, Hermione thought, they were secretive creatures; and how many Magical Creatures are actually native to Bulgaria and how much can you write about each one? Anyway, she was being followed by Draco and Blaise who were curious to see where she was going that was so urgent without Potter or Weasley. Well, actually, they more or less knew that she was going to the library seeing as Draco experience the dreams too, though he wasn't in control of himself during them, he could only watch as they spoke and 'he' asked her where you go when you want to learn something. He'd followed a couple of times to the library before now, but she had obviously not managed to find the thing that she was looking for, whatever it was. They had never gone into the library with her - that might be a bit suspicious. Back to the point, Malfoy and Zabini were being followed by Harry and Ron who thought it was overly suspicious that A) Hermione was off disappearing somewhere without them every time she wasn't in the middle of doing something. In addition, there was the fact that, B) Malfoy and Zabini, after whispering to themselves and watching Hermione leave, started glancing around at everyone before swaggering after her. If that wasn't a bit dodgy, then they weren't sure what was. They only followed to stop whatever Zabini and Malfoy had planned to do to the Gryffindor Princess.

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Yesterday evening he handed two of the books on Magical Creatures back, having finished taking all the notes that he thought that he would need to know, down. He decided to start with the thickest books first, because they would've taken longer to get through, then he'd look at the thinnest one on Nymphs, Sirens and Veelas next. At this moment, he was quite sure that he was pretty well informed on Veelas and now, just considering all his knowledge, he could've guessed that Malfoy was something along the lines of a Veela. Anyway, he was quite close to Fleur Weasley nee Delacour, ever since she became rather fond of his First Year self during the Tri-Wizard Tournament, so if he ever wanted more information or his questions on Veela's answered, he knew that he could ask her. The plan now was to figure out what he was going to do with everything that he knew, everything that he'd found out. Such as, he now knew what Zabini and Malfoy were going on about when they were talking about saving a life, they were talking about saving Malfoy's; and obviously he now knew that the wings were a Veela trait.

Thinking about it, he could use his traits to reveal him to everyone. If angry enough, his wings would come out. However, what would anger Draco Malfoy? He was a Slytherin, they always kept a poker face and hardly ever got angry about anything, maybe unless you doubt their blood purity, but still. That was when a light bulb went off; he smiled.

He was always known for his fast thinking.

What could possibly anger a Veela more than someone else doing anything to his or her Mate?

It was a good thing that he knew Granger from the DA...

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"Yes!" Hermione exclaimed, as Madam Pince handed her two heavy tomes entitled 'Magical Creatures Native To Bulgaria', and 'An A-Z Encyclopaedia of Magical Creatures From Europe'. They'd finally come back, although she was still missing the one on Siren's, Nymphs and Veela's, but she preferred not to dwell on the downside of it. After Hermione thanked Madam Pince profusely for reserving the books for her, she turned to leave the library with the books tucked safely into her bag, but she was unexpectedly called back.

"Miss Granger! Miss Granger, there's actually another one for you," Pince called. Hermione stopped walking straight away, and walked back to her desk. She was confused as to what other book it could be, as she hadn't asked for anything else to be reserved, but she wanted to see what it could be anyway. "Here," she said, handing her a thinner book. Looking at the navy cover, she saw that it was rather vaguely entitled 'Dreams'. She smiled brightly, glad that Pince had remembered from her visit last week and thanked her again while putting the book in her bag with the others. Perhaps now, she could figure out why Malfoy was so suddenly appearing in her dreams, and then disappearing all at one. She managed to leave the library this time without being called back.

When she stepped out however, she immediately became suspicious to see a shock of white hair quickly disappear behind a corridor and suddenly the silence was filled with whispers. She couldn't hear what was being said though because they were too far away, but she could tell that the voices were both male. Nevertheless, what was Malfoy doing here in the first place? Following her? She was more than sure that he had better things to be doing than lurking around the library and not actually going into it. Don't be stupid Hermione; she thought to herself, he has every right to be here. He hasn't necessarily followed you here. You're letting him make you paranoid. Her head quickly whipped around when she saw movement out the corner of her eye, and she looked in the opposite direction where she saw Malfoy's head, to see a mop of orange hair instead. How odd, she thought, her brows furrowing in confusion. Ron would never come towards the library if he could help it, it reminded him too much of school – especially on a weekend. She would've thought he'd be in Hogsmeade with Harry, not in the castle...

So what way did she go? Right towards Malfoy, or left towards Ron? It wasn't as if she didn't want to see Ron, it was just that she'd rather just head back to her room and spend the next couple of hours reading her books, instead of being caught up in conversation with him. From the size of them, it looked like they'd take a while for her to get through, no matter how fast she was at reading. It seemed then that going right was the best option; it wasn't as if Malfoy would talk to her. She was staying out of his life now, as he had said (although it wasn't as if he was staying out of hers since he gave her that rose a few hours ago. He was just trying to irritate her), so he shouldn't go mental. Sighing, she turned to walk up the corridor, the whispers getting clearer and louder as she went, though she could only still make out certain words (like 'don't', 'dare', 'stop', 'regret') because they were talking so quietly. She did hear the words Potter and Weasley come into the conversation, which piqued her interest. So did they know Harry and Ron were at the other side? Or was it just coincidence that their names were mentioned?

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"Don't you dare Malfoy!" Blaise hissed, worried that nothing was going to go right, as had been happening quite a lot for his friend. "Not when you know that her friends are at the other end."

"Try and stop me Blaise," Draco said, turning around and beginning to walk around the corner. "They followed us here, so it's their fault if they see anything."

"And we followed Granger here, there's no difference. Trust me Draco, you do that and you'll regret it." Draco stopped before the corner of the wall that lead to the library, and slowly turned back around to face Blaise.

"I thought you wanted me to get along with her? Well, communication is a very big factor in that. I won't regret it, I promise you that; just let me have some fun before I die. If you don't want to be here or are going to keep trying to stop me, then you can leave. Go see Lovegood or something."

"Since you're probably going to end up in the Hospital Wing by the end of it and I doubt I'll be let in or whether you're still going to be conscious, I'm just going to say it now. I told you so Malfoy, I told you so." With that, Blaise turned and walked the opposite way out of the corridor, heading the Ravenclaw Common Room. Maybe Lovegood could get him to understand that what he's doing is wrong.

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Before she could hear anything else from the two of them, Malfoy swaggered out, leaned cockily on the wall, facing her with a smirk on his face, making Hermione pause, and begin to regret her decision of walking this way.

"Well, well, well Granger," he drawled. Hermione rolled her eyes at the nuisance and stopped walking just to get this whole thing over with; no doubt, he would've stopped her if she kept on walking anyway. "Find anything...interesting in the library? I hope you haven't forgotten our little meeting the other day."

Ah, so that was why he was there. He had followed her, just to make sure that she wasn't interfering again.

"Nothing you need to worry about Malfoy," she said simply, brushing past him. He reached out his arm and placed a firm grip on her should, making her turn round to face him.

"Can I have a look?" He asked, his eyes burning into hers.

"No," she repeated, her voice as firm as his grip, and tried to walk away again. She was only pulled back again so roughly that she almost stumbled into his chest, but his hand stopped her.

"I said Hermione, can I have a look?" He locked eyes with her, still fascinated with the way that her eyes change to black and how all emotion left her face till all was left was a relaxed expression. He could watch it happen for hours on end. "Please," he whispered, squeezing her arm and holding out his other hand for her to place the books in. She complied easily, and Draco slid his hand down her back so that it was wrapped around her waist to make it easier for her to move. He wanted to know whether she'd been in the library to find anything on Veela's, if she was further ahead in her research than Draco had thought, or for a book on dreams because of the ones that they'd both been experiencing. It wasn't because he wanted to attack her again to make her stop investigating, like she probably thought he wanted to do, oh no. He had agreed with Blaise to let her discover it herself, he just needed to check what she had, and maybe he could even bookmark a page for her that could lead her to the answer. He found interest in playing with a loose thread on the hem of her jumper, but he was brought out of his reverie by the increased volume of Potter and Weasley's whispering. He looked down the corridor to see their shadows moving and a red head emerge from the wall followed by a mop of messy black hair. He watched them storm up to him, arguing the entire way between themselves. He silently told Hermione to stop pulling the books out of her bag, and to place the one that was already out back.

Draco smirked, preparing himself for Weasley's jealous rage (though Draco hated it more than anything, it was easy to tell that the Weasel still had feelings for her) and Potter's protectiveness. He pulled Hermione closer to his side, grinning, and called to the mockingly, "I thought I heard someone following us. What brings you here, don't trust me with your Princess?" Hermione's face was pulled into a frown with her eyebrows drawn together, feeling Draco's emotions at their intrusion.

Neither answered him verbally, but Ron strode right up to him, wand drawn, and grabbed his robes, pulling him away from Hermione and throwing him up against the wall. Immediately from the loss of contact, Hermione went back to her usual state of mind. After the initial confusion passed and she remembered what had happened, she brushed Harry off who was asking her loads of questions about what Malfoy was doing and, more importantly, what was she doing with him) and marched right up to Malfoy who was having some sort of shouting match with Ron.

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"None of your business," Draco hissed, his hands literally burning to get a hold of his stupid throat and his eyes blackening with protectiveness and anger.

"What do you think you're doing with her?" Ron shouted.

"Why does every blasted Gryffindor care what I do? I'll tell you this though, there is no way that I'm going to get you to leave me alone in the same way I did with Granger."

"And what way was that Malfoy? I swear if you did anything to hurt-"

"What makes you think that I'd ever do that?"

Ron swung a punch at Draco's face with the hand that wasn't digging his wand into his throat, but with supernatural speed, Draco reached up and caught his hand before it made contact with his face. Ron struggled against the iron hold, his face turning even redder at the exertion, and he cried out in pain as Draco's hands started to burn him. He twisted the ginger's arm, close to breaking it, and pushed back to through him off.

"If I were you, I'd never try that again. I promise that I am so much stronger than you'll ever know," he growled, stalking towards Ron, who was nursing his hand, in an intimidating manner.

"Why? Because you've gone through so much in your pathetic Death-" Ron had begun to snap, before Hermione shoved him none too gently out the way so that she was facing Malfoy. He relaxed slightly in her presence and smirked slightly as Ron, as regaining his posture, and Harry flanked her sides.

"Stop doing that to me!" She shouted, sounding flustered.

A look of confusion passed over his face, "Stop doing what?"

"Stop-Stop making me do things! Like earlier with your rose, you made me take it! You just almost made me give you something else-"

"He did what?" Harry growled, turning red, while Draco was grinning at the implications. He definitely wanted her to give him that, but when that happens he, without a doubt, wanted that to be of her own free will; for now, kissing would be as far as he would go.

"Oh Merlin, no, no not like that!" Hermione spoke quickly, sounding horrified.

"Well then what was it?" Harry asked, sounding a bit calmer. "Because it sure seemed like he was getting cosy with you..."

"Nothing like-" She started saying before she was cut off by Draco warning her not to mention it with a low voice. She paused long enough, still fuming, for Draco to speak. He would've interjected something earlier, but whilst they were speaking amongst themselves, he was busy formulating a plan. What would be the next stage in his plan to get closer to Granger be? Well, he couldn't have one until he got rid of her bodyguards. And how did he plan to do that? Obviously, he needed damage the Golden Trio's relationship; he needed them to think that she was lying about him making her do things. He needed them to think that she was doing it all of her own free will and once that was done, it would also put them off his case as well so they would not try to understand how he was doing it. Once they had gone off Granger a bit, it'd leave her alone for most of the time, and that would be when Mr Draco Malfoy could sweep in (always knowing exactly where she was because of the bracelet) and start talking to her. It'd be perfect. He could always, on the odd occasions, kiss her again using the Charms, and after a while she'd be so used to it, that she'd start to grave his touch.

Soon, she'd be his.

"It doesn't matter anyway, it's not like you were under the Imperius, now was it Granger? I have no doubt that you'd be able to throw that off, so obviously what other way could there be to control you?" He drawled. There was a pause as they thought about it, but just as Ron had opened his mouth to say something, Draco spoke first, "There is none. Not even any Dark Magic."

"But there is a way!" Hermione protested, refusing to accept his statement. "Whenever you touch me, I lose all thoughts-"

"I do believe that happens to most girls here Granger, I always knew you weren't any different. Deep down you like me," his voice dropped to a whisper towards the end. Harry and Ron gave her disbelieving looks, as if they'd never thought they'd see the day when Hermione Granger ever said that to Draco Malfoy. Maybe what they had seen – Malfoy with his arm wrapped around Hermione – was exactly how it seemed. He stepped closer to them; Harry and Ron, though looking a bit sceptical drew their wands, and slightly raised them in his direction. Draco stretched out his hand and blindly reached for hers; keeping is eyes trained on Hermione, occasionally shifting to look at Potter and Weasley. He didn't grasp her hand because he was still keeping himself quite a while away from the Trio, but his index finger was lightly brushing her hand. Weasley of course noticed this, her hand being the closest to where he was and scoffed.

"As if she'd ever like you, a ferret. She didn't want your flower and there's no way that she'd ever-" Ron started saying, purposely leaving out the fact that they were so close minutes ago, but stopped himself when Hermione laced her fingers with Draco's hand, stepping forward a giving him a kiss on the cheek. Draco would've had her kiss him on the lips, but that was for a time when he could afford to lose himself in Hermione and for a time when they were alone. Both boys were deeply in shock at the sudden change in character from Hermione, and while Ron was just gaping like a fish, Harry was silently contemplating what had happened.

Was Hermione right; was there another way to control someone? Surely, she wouldn't have done it herself. She was so sure that it wasn't her doing it and Harry so desperately wanted to believe her. However, if there was another way, they would've been taught how to use it or how to block it, wouldn't have they? Malfoy didn't have his wand out anyway, so it couldn't have been a spell – Harry highly doubted that he could do wandless magic, especially since even Hermione wasn't the best at it. Think Harry, think! He repeated to himself in his head. Hermione is the Brightest Witch of Her Age, she obviously knows if she's being fooled or not! Then, a few seconds later, Harry had a light bulb moment. Hermione said that it happened every time he touched her. He was touching her right now! And earlier, once Malfoy was away from her, she seemed confused about what had just happened! Merlin, Hermione got it!

"I thought you did Granger," Draco said smugly. "Now, what were you saying Weasel?" Ron started to turn red, matching the colour of his hair, from embarrassment, anger, jealousy – everything. Harry, however, approached Draco and Hermione calmly, raising his wand and poking it back in his throat. He chuckled lowly, and Hermione smirked.

"Problem Potter?" He asked, eyebrows rising.

"Let go of Hermione," Harry said simply. This caused Draco to laugh again, pulling Hermione closer to him.

"You don't actually believe her, do you Potter?" His eyes challenged Harry to say otherwise. Ron, seeing where Harry was going with this, walked up to join Harry, his wand pointing at Draco. He was being suspicious; clearly, he was doing something if he didn't want to let go of Hermione. It made Ron feel a bit stupid for ever doubting her.

"Of course I do, it's Hermione. She's the brightest witch I've ever met." Harry replied levelly. "Now let her go; if she's wrong then you wouldn't have a problem doing it."

Draco didn't move, nor did anyone say anything, so what followed was a very pregnant silence.

"Stupefy!" Ron shouted, and as quick as he could, Draco drew out his wand and cast a defensive charm, though he didn't have enough time to construct a strong one, so the force of the spell caused him to stumble back a bit.

Draco growled, his hands heating up again because of the Weasel, but he forced himself to calm down. He knew how he needed to handle it.

"Leave him alone!" Hermione ordered her so-called friends, standing in front Draco with her wand pointing at them. They suddenly stopped, the words of another spell dying on their lips. Draco smiled smugly, loving their reactions and pulled her in front of him, hands on her hips as he sniffed her hair as a little...reward for controlling her so perfectly. Now that Ron and Harry were now focusing more on Hermione, they noticed the colour of her eyes. They were black. Pure black. In addition, Ron remembered seeing Draco in the Hospital Wing with black eyes and looking now, they were black again, matching Hermione's. The fact that something wasn't right was in the front of their minds, but they couldn't put a finger on what the explanation could be. Only that whatever was happening was affecting the both of them.

"Malfoy," Harry growled.

"Why did you follow me and Blaise here?" Draco asked again. "She didn't tell you...anything, did she?" He asked them, staring at each one imploringly.

They didn't answer, though they were curious as to what he was talking about. What did Hermione know?

"I'll just ask her then," he said, unfazed by their silence. He repeated the question, as he said he would, to which she replied with, with a simple, 'no.' Draco smiled, pleased, but started to frown as he saw Harry prepare to throw another spell.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Do you really think that even in this state she's just going to stand there and let you attack me? No, no it doesn't work like that. If it means taking the spell for me or attacking you, she'll do it." His face turned mocking in a matter of seconds. "I'm untouchable."

Seconds later, Blaise and Luna showed up at the end of the corridor. Blaise's shoulders slumped in disappointment. He had hoped that he wouldn't have done this. There was no way for them to separate them now. Draco probably knew that they were here now, from his hearing and smell, but thank Merlin he wasn't paying any attention to them. It was a good thing that Potter and Weasley hadn't noticed them yet, they could just get rid of them, and then Draco could let go of Hermione, if they were the reason he was doing it in the first place. He told this to Luna who nodded her head in agreement, taking out her wand. In unplanned synchronisation, two stupefy's were shot (non-verbally), one at Ron and the other at Harry. Unprepared for the attack, they both dropped to the floor, unconscious. Luna ran over to them daintily, checking that they were both uninjured (they had hit a stone floor without any cushioning, after all), while Blaise went over to Malfoy.

"Perhaps not the Hospital Wing, but how much were you planning on telling them?" Blaise said questioningly, raising an eyebrow.

Draco frowned, remembering what he'd been telling them, continually controlling Hermione, and the fact that they'd discovered it. Maybe he hadn't actually handled it as well as he thought he did or as well as he thought he was going to. "Shut up Blaise," he muttered.

Blaise hummed. "I told you so," he said a little too happy for Draco's tastes. "Anyway, Lovegood and I have agreed, since hearing what you last told them about you being untouchable, that it'd probably be a good idea to obliviate them. Especially since we could only imagine what had happened before."

Draco nodded absent-mindedly and Blaise turned around to tell Luna that it was approved – not that they had expected him to say otherwise. Draco turned around to face Hermione who was smiling at him, but Draco was troubled. It wouldn't do for her to remember her accusation ('A correct accusation!' he imagined her saying, a smile beginning to play on his lips), or anything from today.

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He stood up from his place on the floor, pulling Hermione up with him who was previously tucked into his side with her head resting on his shoulder. He'd just read the book on dreams, and dog-eared the appropriate pages, as well as checking her other books, which he'd found to his surprise, the exact ones he had read. The pages he marked weren't on Veela's; of course, that information would be in a book on Magical Creatures. The pages he marked would probably lead her astray, though he hadn't chosen them for that reason. He'd chosen them because maybe then, she'd confront him about it and he'd be able to get another meeting out of her - one to replace this one.

Yes, a meeting to replace this one. Blaise and Luna had left around an hour earlier, erasing their memories up until the moment when Draco had walked out from behind the wall, and Draco had stayed with Hermione looking through the book and deciding whether he should erase her memories too. It was only towards the end of the book that he had come to the conclusion that he needed to get rid of all of her memories from hours ago, maybe not all either, only the important ones.

He placed the books back into her bag and slung it over his shoulder because it seemed like it'd be heavy for her to carry. As they made their way back to the hall before the Eighth Year Common Room, hand in hand, Draco paid extra attention to the smells and sounds all around him, so that he could tell if he was about to run into someone. Usually, he would've gone all the way, until he was in front of the entrance to the common room, but now he couldn't risk it because of Dorothy. He didn't know whether she was still in her portrait or not, but it was still a risk as she was the one that would see each of the Eighth Years most often. He couldn't care less about the other portraits seeing them; it was just Dorothy he was worried about. There was almost something untrustworthy about the portrait, though Draco just told himself that he was being stupid about being paranoid over a picture. He gave her bag back when they got to their destination, let go of her, then wiped all her memories up until the time before Harry and Ron emerged from the other side of the corridor.

A/N- So we have a little bit more information on the person who knows Draco's secret. Congratulations to all those that correctly guessed that he was the same person who borrowed the books that Hermione needed!

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