A/N- So, I was just checking over my plan for FHIIFM and changing some stuff, when I came across the plan for the portrait entrance, and I only just realised that I labelled it as "How each of them gain entrance to the magic show." I spent a good couple of minutes in hysterics over that...
Like, why a magic show?! I just don't understand...*shakes head*
Anyway, I have a few apologies! Sorry if I switch between 1st and 3rd person P.O.V without realising because I don't mean to confuse you guys with it - I just don't know that I'm doing it. And an extra BIG sorry for taking 3 weeks to update but I was stuck with ideas and busy and all of that other crap...
ANYWAY! This chapter we get to see many, many things - such as the identity of the mystery person!
He stood outside the Eight Year common room, gazing at Dorothy as she petted her Pygmy Puff. He'd been standing there for a while now, knowing that there'd be no hope of him entering once he'd questioned her on how one was supposed to enter this particular common room. No one had come out yet. He guessed that was reasonable, since it was still fairly early in the morning and it was the weekend anyway, but he was up because he believed that one good thing happened before the sun was in the middle of the sky.
Before he left the common room that morning, Luna had warned him that his plan to enter the Eight Years domain was absolutely ludicrous – she'd only been in there once and there was only one person that knew, seeing as they were the one that let her in. However, he didn't care.
This was important.
He'd spent two weeks going over this plan in his head, checking out more books on Veelas from the library (which really wasn't that suspicious since most people knew he'd taken Care of Magical Creatures and he had also returned his last book on Veela's, Nymphs and Siren's), and practicing certain Charms that would allow him not to be burnt by Malfoy's hands unlike he almost was last time. He had also written to Fleur Weasley, asking vaguely about certain things that would anger a Veela - purely for research purposes, he had told her when she asked what all this information was for, hoping that he wasn't hoping to cause any form of trouble with a Veela.
He was ready.
So ready that the pounced on Lavender Brown as soon as she exited the common room and started firing questions at her.
"Is anyone else awake?"
"Is Hermione Granger up?"
"What about Draco Malfoy?"
"Do you think you could send them out to me if they are?"
"Actually, could you let me enter the common room, that'd be easiest?" He said.
She gave him a really flustered look, not knowing which question to focus on they came out so fast. Eventually, she just screamed for him to stop.
And he did, looking at her eagerly.
"Who are you anyway?" She asked, eyebrows drawing together, her mind being quite slow as she had only just woken up and wasn't prepared at all for this verbal attack. "You look familiar..."
"Doesn't matter," he waved her off quickly, making Lavender look at him suspiciously. "Can you answer my questions?"
"Umm..." She stuttered, looking around with her eyes for some form of distraction or escape from the good-looking boy (which was totally out of character of her, but she was looking for ways to get back together with Ron and using another guy to get him jealous wouldn't work. He'd end up thinking that she was completely over him). "I don't know? If you're looking for Hermione you should check-"
"-the library? I know. I already have, she's not there."
He waited for Lavender to give him a reply of some form, but after a few minutes, he knew that by asking her, he wouldn't get anywhere. He sighed and said thank you, letting her go gratefully on her way. Maybe he'd just have to sit there until she did exit.
It was only when the clicks of Lavender's heels had finally died away into silence, did Dorothy look up from her Pygmy Puff and stare at him curiously. "You want to know about Draco Lucius Malfoy and Hermione Jean Granger?" Dorothy asked, wiping her glasses on the hem of her dress.
He started at the sudden nonchalant voice that suddenly filled the hall, but he only had to look up to remember that there was one portrait in this section of the castle and he really should've remembered her voice from earlier. While she was still cleaning her glasses, he caught a glimpse of a Dark Mark on her arm for the first time since he saw her. No doubt, he thought, that it was Malfoy's humorous idea. "Yes," he nodded. "I do. Do you know if they're awake?"
"I can check if you like?"
"Please." And with that said, she turned around and walked towards the house in the background. Only a few seconds later she returned, with a smile that said that she bared good news.
"Mr Malfoy and Miss Granger are indeed awake, and so is Mr Zabini. They seem to be getting on quite well," she informed him.
"Great," he sighed. He sat down on the ground and made himself comfortable. They were going to be probably in there for a while if they were all together. But it'd be worth it, he had to keep reminding himself.
It'd be worth it to get revenge on Draco Malfoy.
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Hermione was sat on the sofa (not long after Lavender had left), reading the book on dreams.
She had finished the entire encyclopaedia in three days – record time for a book that had just a bit over 2000 pages of detailed information – but she left that down to the fact that she had nothing else but read this book and squeeze in enough time for her to write her essays. Eating and sleeping was something that she had done infrequently, much to the annoyance of Ron and Harry (Draco too, but she didn't know that he was watching her). That book had given her next to no insight about why Malfoy was in her dreams and why he looked as he did in them, what was even more hindering was that some imbecile had ripped the top half of the only page on Veela's out. She had sorely hoped that it hadn't been Malfoy who had done it – and if it was, that was extraordinarily suspicious – but without any evidence, she had no reason to think it; nor did she want it to be the person whom she was waiting on for a long time to receive the book. Either way, Hermione had stopped after that book on her research into Bulgarian creatures and had instead gone for the book on dreams, hoping that that would provide her with more insight.
Though the book was quite thin, the writing was tiny so it took up fewer pages. She had also found that this book had had a dog-eared page on the beginning of a chapter entitled "Invasion des rêves" (as this book was written by a Frenchman), or "Invasion of dreams". Whoever had been borrowing the book before her must've done it, she figured, and forgot to unmark the page, but her eyes had begun to skim the first couple of lines of it and her curiosity had immediately sucked her in.
This was something that would provide her with answers.
She had finished the whole chapter within four days, the size 9 font that covered the 500 or so pages with the occasional words that were in French, which she had to look up, had slowed her progress a bit.
Nevertheless, the important thing was that she had finished, and now she had an idea of what Malfoy was doing to her.
See, in the book, "Invasion des rêves" is described as an ancient magic that was used at its most before the First Wizarding War by quite a few people that had honest intentions and also by those who did not, but during the Wizarding War it was mostly used by the Death Eaters in a form unphysical torture. They used it to gain information from their prisoners by filling their dreams with nightmares until it got to the point that they were unable to sleep and went crazy from it.
To put it in short, it is an ancient magic that allows anyone to enter another's dreams and have a part in them. They'd be able to control the dream and that included where it was set, what was in it, what everyone looked like, what happened in it and when it ended. This, Hermione figured, was why she was always in a place that she had never been to before; why Malfoy was always there and knowing everything about the place. Why he looked like he did and why he did what he did, as if there was some strange reason to it.
She had constantly re-read the section since the day that she had finished it. She tried to work out if there was a way to make it stop (there wasn't) or if it was possible for someone to create daydreams in her mind too, in which case would explain her random zoning out during the day and the almost memory-like thoughts she had of Malfoy kissing her.
She had just finished the chapter for the fourth time and was planning what sort of torture Malfoy would hate the most so that she could administer it to him, when the devil had come strolling down the stairs along with Blaise.
She stood up quickly and spun round to face him and he locked eyes with her and strolled across the room to the large table that they sometimes ate breakfast, lunch or dinner on. Draco just raised an eyebrow and smirked at her as she glared at him, but she didn't say anything. Feeling in a rather good mood, Draco said in an amused manner, "sit down Granger; I may be infamous, but I'm not royalty."
She just glared harder at him. "Shut up Malfoy," she snapped. She was about to start arguing with him about his overly arrogant nature and how much she hated it (though he wasn't trying to be so insufferable this morning), but he had opened his mouth before her.
He felt like it was going to be a good day and he wasn't going to let something so stupid like his Mate was being extremely moody today damper his spirits. Still keeping the amused look on his face he said, "What's wrong Granger? Are you moody because you haven't had anything to eat yet or because you woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning? If it's the former it'll be easy to fix; we were just about to get the House Elves to bring us something."
"Could be her time of the month," Blaise whispered under his breath. Unfortunately, though, Hermione and Draco both heard him and fixed him with glares so malicious that it would've been enough to make a Hungarian Horntail quiver in fear. Hermione was so offended by Blaise's statement that it made her forget about all the wrongs that Draco had done – almost. Draco, however, was angry that Blaise would insinuate such a thing about his Mate, never mind that he couldn't really feel the Veela side of him in the common room, he was angry on his own behalf. He was sure as hell that Blaise should be glad that he wasn't able to kill him in that instant.
"It could be a damn good idea if you shut your mouth Zabini," Hermione retorted. Draco internally smirked. He couldn't have put it better himself. "And you," she shrilled, turning to Draco, "how dare you make those House Elves do more work when you two could go down to the Hall like everybody else! They shouldn't even be employed!"
"Granger, really, they enjoy working. What else are they supposed to do? They could hardly form their own Quidditch team – they're too scared for that," Draco drawled. She should understand that the Elves didn't want to be free by now; he had understood it since he was a boy. They had always been happy to do whatever his family wanted, whenever they wanted. They had been severely distressed when his mother had tried to free some of them after the War, so upset that she had stopped trying and just allowed them to work as they had always done. They didn't want proper clothes; they didn't want wages; they didn't want holidays. Nothing. The quicker Hermione understood it, the calmer Draco would feel when Hermione became his wife, knowing that she wouldn't be constantly trying to free them and just let them serve them.
"That's because they don't know how to do anything else!"
At this, Draco scoffed. "They don't want to do anything else! Trust me Granger; my mother has tried. The Elves were upset for weeks thinking that they had done something to disgrace us, which was why we wanted to give them something that they saw as a punishment."
"So your Elves still aren't free?"
"They don't want to be," he said, slowly getting frustrated with her. "Merlin, weren't you listening to what I just said?"
"Well did you tell them that they'd be able to get their own money-"
"-to use however they wanted? Yes. We did. They still didn't want it. Even denied new clothes – thought that we were trying to get rid of them." That had silenced her for a few seconds, but Draco saw that she was about to speak up again, no doubt to fire more questions and reasons for their freedom at him again, and he held up his hand to stop her. "Hermione Granger, I am merely inviting you to have breakfast with us. You don't have to if you feel so strongly against the work of House Elves; I will try to be not too offended if you decline."
She was still angry with him. Extremely angry. For overusing the House Elves and for invading her dreams, but this had been the longest that either of them had gone without insulting the other when the situation didn't call for them to be civil, and he was trying to be polite by asking her – even if he did hide some arrogance in the remark. And, grudgingly, she did have to admit that she had to suppress a small smirk, though she wasn't too sure why. Maybe all the dream invading and having almost-pleasant conversions with Dream Draco that she had had recently was slowly pushing her around the bend, or maybe - now that she knew – there was a little bit of hope that Draco could be as pleasant in real life.
Besides, she was really hungry.
She moved over to the table then, much to the amusement of the two boys, but didn't sit near them, instead going as far away as possible from them. Draco grinned at her, his eyes sparkling and said, "Good, now let's see if we can lift that mood. We all deserve to be treated once in a while after all."
Blaise didn't say nothing since his remark from earlier and still said nothing now, knowing that Draco was still probably upset with him and would at least appreciate it if Blaise gave them their own moments, but stayed with him so that it wouldn't get out of control.
Draco snapped his fingers only seconds after he spoke, not giving Hermione an opportunity to change her mind about both the Elf and the breakfast. Immediately an Elf popped into the room by Malfoy and he quickly ordered the Elf (who he, much to his disappointment, recognised as Dot) to bring them enough food for the three of them – as well as three goblets of Pumpkin Juice and a jar of it too - however much she thought it would be, from the Great Hall. Once the orders were done, the Elf vanished again. After that, at least 10 minutes of silence fell between them all as Dot probably tried to fit as much as she could in her arms, before Draco suddenly couldn't handle it anymore and forced himself to make conversation with his Mate.
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DRACO'S P.O.V
Okay, so since I've started taking quite a lot of advantage of Hermione using the Veela Charms, I've known that there would have to be a time that I needed to stop and deal with the problem head on without any of the magical help – but once I started, I couldn't stop.
I'm more than sure that this is not the first time that I've referred to Hermione as a drug. One that I'm addicted to.
I'd probably needed to attend a rehab meeting of sociopathic Veela's to get over it and move forward.
And, on the morning of my 233rd day left of living, I realised that I was never going to get that, because there probably wasn't one that existed and I doubt that it ever would. I rolled out of bed on that Sunday and mentally made promises to myself like a smoker who wanted to quit on his own will power.
I was going to quit Hermione Granger on my own strength.
Well, not quit her completely, I still kept to my promise to Blaise to try for a month and that time wasn't over yet. Thankfully. I had decided that I was going to quit fooling around and just focus on acting civil to her. Not that she'd buy it straight away, I knew that trust from her wouldn't come so quickly (especially after she reads the passage in her book about dreams) but perseverance was something that many people believed in, and I guess that it was something that I should try.
Being civil to her started a week later, on the morning of my 226th day of what was left of my life. What? Okay fine. I didn't quit her straight away; going cold turkey wasn't something that could handle well. During the week, I had weaned myself off her and now I was perfectly able to go about my life without craving her too much.
Therefore, today was when the civility began.
Though I don't think I could've chosen a worse day to begin my new life as she was in the worst of moods. She glared at me as if it was my fault that I was still alive or had even been born. For one, she shouldn't be hateful towards my existence. I thought every girl dreamed of a soul mate? She should be happy that she got one, otherwise she'd be stuck with someone so I'll suited to her like Weasley who probably thought that he had only to ask and Hermione would say yes to marriage.
I thought that his joke to her would've put her glare to rest for a bit, but it had only intensified. I hadn't done anything to her in ages, well...anything that she would be angry about. With great restraint, I made sure that my face didn't turn into a sneer and I didn't allow the snarky response to escape my lips.
Being civil to her was a very hard job to do, but I could only hope that it would get easier with practice.
I didn't however expect one of her tirades on House-Elves to happen, but then again, I didn't expect Blaise to an indignant prick – more to the point, I expected that he was at least able to whisper if he truly couldn't hold his comment in. I was just about to snap back at him not to be so thickheaded and insensitive – even I wouldn't have said that, but then again I was a changed person towards her, maybe I'd say it to someone else – but The Great Hermione Granger had already done it.
It gave me some pride to know that she wasn't one of those kinds of girls that wouldn't stand up for themselves or would let a man fight their battles for themselves. Hermione didn't take anyone's shit. She was independent.
Looking in hindsight, I really shouldn't have been sucked into her "Free the House-Elves!" protest, but I had experience with trying to free them, so I thought that I'd stand well against her. However, I didn't realise that she had experience when being told that they genuinely liked working. The debate only seemed to frazzle her more, but when I put in the word about my own Elves, she looked at me with a new emotion. However, whatever it was, I couldn't recognise it.
Either way, I had to change the topic before we were way too carried away with the topic and never ended up having breakfast like me and Blaise had originally planned. Sure, I had invited her to sit with us, but I didn't actually expect her to take up our offer no matter how hopeful I had been when asking it. Still, my hopes weren't too shot down even if she did choose the place furthest away from us. I had ordered something general for all of us, not knowing her particular tastes yet, so there wasn't something that could go wrong with that.
The silence, however, was unbearable. It was obvious that Blaise had taken Hermione's order of staying silent and wouldn't be speaking until after she had left, but Granger could've at least said thank you and let a conversation brew from that. I didn't have to invite her, nor did I leave her no choice but join us.
Before I could stop it, the words, "I saw you were reading as we came down. What was it?" barrelled out of my mouth.
I tried to resist frowning but that just made my face twist into a grimace. She probably thought now that I was monitoring her...again. But it wasn't like that! Well, maybe it was...in a way. I'm not looking to argue with her over what she was reading, but I just wanted to know if she had finished all the books that she had borrowed from the library two weeks ago. I wanted to know whether she was actually angry from the lack of sleep (which, this time, I had nothing to do with. She must've had a bad night herself because the dreams from last week had stopped since 2 days ago), from lack of food or because she discovered something about me.
She narrowed her eyes at me. "None of your business," she snapped.
"Well, if you won't say I could always go and have a look myself," I said, rising slowly from my seat so that she knew it wasn't an empty threat.
"I think that's invading my privacy Malfoy," she hissed.
"Something you don't want me to know?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, sitting back down.
"Don't act as if you don't keep secrets from me,"
"And this breakfast was going so well," Blaise commented dryly, before being silenced once again by our glares.
There was a tense pause as both of us thought about what our responses could be. It was only temporarily broken when Dot popped back into the room with our meal. She delayed her return by a few seconds by looking at Hermione with curiosity, the girl that I was staring at, and trying to work out if this was the girl that is destined for my future. I looked back to the Elf indicating that she should leave and with a question in her eyes, she popped back out of the room. Everyone served themselves then, Hermione having to walk over to where the food was down by me and Blaise to fill her plate before returning back to where she was.
I ate some toast before gazing back at her, who was looking like she regretted joining us. "Okay. Fine," I said, gaining her attention. "I admit that there would be no reason for us to know each other, but for this case only, how about a secret for a secret? You tell me about the book and I'll tell you something." I rested my chin on the knuckles of my hand.
"No, I won't play your pathetic little games," she said firmly, stabbing some of her food with her knife and fork.
"Okay, I'll go first. It might interest-" I started, not caring that she said she wouldn't play. I was going to get an answer out of her somehow.
"No! Malfoy I said that I'm not going to play your games!" She said louder, cutting across what I was saying.
"-you to know-"
"Malfoy! Stop!" She slammed her cutlery on the table, and tried silencing me again, getting louder and with more authority in her voice. I smirked but continued.
"-that I actually-"
"Draco!" She shrilled, there was fire in her eyes and she stood up so quickly that her chair toppled over backwards.
That was the one word that could silence me.
It was quite happy hearing my name slip from her lips without her meaning to. It sounded nice coming from her, even if she was angry at me again. In the back of my mind, I wondered about how our shouting hadn't woken anyone else up yet. I tightly shut my mouth with a snap and tried my best to stop the amused look on my face. "What?" I said, failing to keep the laughter out of my voice. "I was merely telling you something, like I had said I would."
"Fine," she growled, slowly picking her chair up and sitting back down. "You want to tell me something? Fine. You can tell me just what the bloody hell you're playing at!"
"Granger, I take a small amount of pride in being able to tell you that I have no damn idea what you're on about."
She turned to Blaise and looked fiercely at him. "Zabini get out," she ordered.
"Merlin woman, have you gone crazy? Why does Blaise need to go anywhere?"
"Because I'm not having him here when I explain things to you." She turned back to him and said, "Zabini. Out."
"I'm alright here actually," he said casually, placing his feet on a place on the table in front of him where it had been cleared of plates.
She glared at him but didn't argue anymore. I figured that she was annoyed enough with me and would have to use all her energy shouting at me about it and therefore wouldn't want to waste her breath on Blaise. "Alright. He can stay here but I'm not letting you delude him into thinking that I've gone mental when you know what I'm going to say is true!"
"I'm pretty sure he is able to make that choice himself without my insistence. I still have no idea what you're on about."
"You damn well do know what I'm talking about! The book that I'm reading is on dreams and what I'm most interested in is the 13th chapter, which is about Dream Invasion. Understand now Malfoy?"
Yes. He did understand now, thinking about her book that he had read last weekend. So, she thought that he was invading her dreams. It wasn't a wild guess though, that's why he'd marked the page. Technically, what was happening compared to Dream Invasion wasn't so different. He could control everything in her dream in both cases, but in his personal case, he didn't have a choice about whether he wanted to interrupt her sleep that night or not. So what was his excuse be if he said that he did know what she was talking about? Had she found out anymore? Did she know that during the dream he was constantly taking the form of a Veela? Has she put the pieces together already?
"I can honestly say that I do understand now that you've made it clearer what you were babbling on about. I can also tell you then "just what the bloody hell I'm playing at" as you requested, and it is with a clear conscience that I tell you that I have not in any way been infiltrating your subconscious."
"Rubbish! The dreams have all the qualities of Dream Invasion!"
"That they may Granger, but there's the little problem of the caster having to be in the same room as the person they're performing it on for it to work at all. I have studied it before in Malfoy Manor's libraries."
"You must've found a way around it."
"Though I am flattered that you think so much of my magical ability and knowledge that I could've found a way around it, I can assure you that I haven't even tried. It's not me."
She looked greatly confused, as if she had been told that everything she knew was a lie. Granted, she probably did believe that it was me as the dreams did have all evidence pointing towards the certain piece of magic, and the book was so extensive as to tell her something important, such as the conditions in which it must be cast. Her eyebrows furrowed together as she tried to think of a loophole or something that enabled her theory to continue being true. As she thought, I went back to eating, contemplating about whether I wanted to tell her that there are certain types of magical creatures that can mess with someone's dreams or whether I wanted to leave that information out.
Blaise looked like he knew exactly what I was thinking, but before either him or myself could say anything, she got up and muttered something about needing to go to the library and left.
I looked over to her plate and sighed. She had barely eaten anything. I didn't bother dragging her back - that wasn't going to get me anywhere with her. She wouldn't respond to orders from me.
Hermione Granger was going to be hard work.
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He jumped up from the ground as someone else left the common room and breathed a sigh of relief.
It was Hermione Granger. Perfect, he didn't have to wait much longer, he thought.
She was distracted though and didn't realise that there was a boy who was quickly approaching her as she regained her balance, spun on her heels and marched straight to the library.
"Hermione! Hey! Granger!" He hollered, trying to get her attention. She stopped when she heard him call his name and turned around, confused; to see a boy coming towards her that she was pretty sure wasn't there a few seconds ago.
She sighed. She was done with distractions and she was tired. She just wanted to solve one thing before the day was done. "Yes?" She asked.
"Don't you remember me?" He asked, standing opposite her now, raising an eyebrow.
Seriously, she thought, what was it and boys raising eyebrows today?
"Am I supposed to? You're not in my House..." She racked her brain for a name to place his to.
"I was in the DA. One of the youngest. If I remember correctly, you helped the younger members most of the time while Potter worked on the oldest," he clarified, not completely giving away his identity just yet. Really, he was just stalling for time. He needed to wait until Draco exited the common room too before he did what he was about to. Yes, he did know that there were special Charms on the common room. He could've guessed as much, otherwise who knows what Malfoy would've done if he were still able to control her in a common room.
She shook her head tiredly, giving him a tight-lipped smile. "No, I don't recall your face. Sorry. Was there something that you, um, wanted? I've kind of got somewhere that I need to go to right now..."
"Yes!" He said, perhaps a bit too quickly, he thought, as Hermione's eyebrows drew together in suspicion. "I, uh, actually need to speak to you and Malfoy (he tried to keep the disgust out of his voice). It's important."
Her suspicions still not leaving, she asked cautiously, "Could you not speak to us later into the day? When he too has left the confines of the common room?"
He shook his head. "He'll be out soon. I'm sure."
"Who did you say you were again?"
"I didn't."
Hermione stared at him even more then, desperately trying to work out whom the insufferable Ravenclaw was, but she still couldn't match a face to a name. She couldn't blame herself for it though; it had been three years since they established the DA, she couldn't be expected to remember what one of the young members looked like when they could've changed so much during the years. She was about to say something else, but when she heard the whooshing noise of the portrait, she became silent and looked over her shoulder to see Malfoy (with Blaise standing behind him) and the boy in a heated glaring match.
"What are you doing here, Fifth Year?" Draco snarled.
"Glad to know that someone remembers me, Malfoy," he sneered back.
"Hard to forget someone as irritating as you,"
"And how is it that you know him, Ravenclaw?" Hermione asked.
"He broke into the Ravenclaw common room," the boy said.
Malfoy barked a small derisive laugh. "That's not how I remember it Innes," he turned to Hermione and said, "Their common room obviously isn't protected the best if even I can solve the riddle with ease."
"What were you doing up in Ravenclaw Tower anyway Malfoy?"
He waggled his finger at her in a mocking manner. "I've already told you about the dreams Granger; no more secrets."
Hermione sent him a withering glare and looked back to Innes, as she had heard Malfoy called him. And, now that she thought about it, she could remember two people with the surnames Innes in the DA. Both Ravenclaw, but different ages and sexes. They were brother and sister. Jayson and Anastasia, she recalled. Her eyebrows furrowed again as she gazed determinedly at a far wall, thinking.
"Innes," Hermione whispered to herself.
Jayson Innes.
Jayson Innes.
That was the name under the three books that she had wanted to check out on Magical Creatures, wasn't it? It was he who had them. She couldn't pretend to know whether he had taken Care of Magical Creatures or not, but she couldn't think of any other reason for him wanting them too.
Unless this meeting was about something that he had read.
So what did that have to do with her and Malfoy?
"Ah, so you do remember me then," he said smugly.
"Yes I do. Jayson Innes, the youngest at the DA," she nodded her head. "Now, I also remember that you wanted to speak to me and Malfoy-"
"What about?" Draco growled. He didn't like the energy radiating off the boy. There was something suspicious about him and Ravenclaws were too intelligent for their own good, he was afraid that he might've found out something about his heritage. After all, he wanted to speak to both of them about something. That was overly suspicious, wasn't it?
"-so are you going to say anything because like I said Innes, I've got to go," she continued, ignoring Draco's interruption.
"Don't worry," Jayson said, "it won't take but a minute."
And before Hermione knew it, her face was in Jayson's hands.
Her lips pressed to his.
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A/N- Ahh, so you wanted a new chapter and this is what you got... Can someone actually tell me why the fuck this chapter changed Please favourite , follow and review!
BEFORE I ANSWER ANY OTHER QUESTIONS, I HAVE TO DO A SHOUTOUT TO ishiptatsugarde WHO WAS THE ONLY ONE TO CORRECTLY GUESS THE IDENTITY OF THE MYSTERY PERSON (though he's not much of a mystery anymore)!
Tilga - I hope that I solved your question about Draco and perhaps gave you more of an insight into Dorothy's character as well as who the mystery person was, as I'm sure everyone wanted to know.
Ann - No, I have never actually thought of becoming a writer. I think it'd be brilliant and everything, but when it comes to my own stories, I'm not particularly imaginative and I do tend to waffle a lot.