It wasn't 15 minutes later that Draco was able to walk into the room of requirement, it was nearly half an hour later. He had been roped into a couple more dances with Pansy, but he got away as quickly as he could. And now he got to spend time with his beautiful girlfriend.

He opened the door, and Hermione was sitting there, her dress pooled around her, layers of tulle and silk practically floating around. She stood up from the couch and hugged him, and he pulled her back to kiss her. She quickly reciprocated.

Draco asked the room for a bit of Mya's favorite music. A soft song started playing, and they broke apart to sway gently together.

After a few songs of this, the two of them were standing on feet that were becoming sore. They broke apart to take a quick break, and Dobby, unasked, popped in and left a platter of small snacks before leaving just as fast.

(Yes, Draco had made up with the little elf. The elf totally understood that all that had happened was just so Draco would still inherit something to live off of as he got older, and also so he wouldn't be beaten half to death)

They snacked, danced, and cuddled all throughout the night, and into much of the next morning. It was nearly 5 AM that they forced themselves separate, and to their beds in their dorms. They slept much of the morning away, only just getting up in time for lunch.

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As Hermione walked into the Great Hall the morning after Yule, she shared a secret smile with Draco, who was sitting at his house table. She wished she could join him, but knew that she could not. They had reputations, and Draco would likely be disowned if he was known to be with her, a Mudblood. And if he were disowned, then he would probably lose most to all of his magic.

It was an old pureblood thing. She didn't worry too much about it, only knowing they could never be caught together.

After breakfast, she walked into the common room and Harry and Ron beckoned her over to their favorite spot beside the fireplace.

The news that Hagrid was a half giant on his mother's side wasn't news to her, she had known since Draco ranted about it in second year. She didn't care much about it. Draco didn't either.

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Throughout the last week of Christmas hols, Draco and Hermione met as often as possible, with Harry and Daphne tagging along about half their 'dates' in the RoR. Draco helped Harry with the egg as much as possible, and eventually they figured out it was in Mermish - which was awful above water - and that the task was underwater itself, probably in the Black Lake, and had to do with the mermaids that lived there. Other than that, the quartet worked on homework and wandless casting. Well, Harry worked on homework while the others worked on wandless casting.

Daphne was closer to casting Lumos and holding it longer than three seconds, while Hermione and Draco could hold it for as long as they wished at this point. The two of them could also consistently change the color and brightness, making a strobe of sorts.

Between Harry and Draco, the friendship was rocky at best. Harry still didn't trust him, and Draco was trying to prove he does have Mya's best interests at heart. Unfortunately, it was a long road. It didn't help that Draco had to act completely differently during classes and in the halls.

On the other hand, Daphne and Hermione were instant best friends. They were nearly inseparable during the RoR sessions.

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When Christmas break was over, and classes resumed, Draco was unhappy to see that Skeeter had taken his advice and posted that article about Hagrid's status as a half-breed. Unfortunately, Draco had kept a secret from Hermione recently, and was already regretting the consequences that Hermione would heap upon him once she realized he was helping Skeeter with her harmful articles.

"Where's Hagrid?"

"He is indisposed." The woman was doing a wonderful job.

Draco laughed, and nudged Goyle and Crabbe to do the same as they walked up to the tail end of that conversation.

"This way, please." The teacher, whatever her name was, led them to the hippogriff paddock. Instead of hippogriffs inside, however, there were unicorns. Great. A female oriented lesson.

At least it wasn't the Blast-Ended Skrewts.

After ushering the boys to the back and the girls to the front and basically forgetting them, the teacher started teaching. After all, that was her job.

Draco pulled out the article in the Prophet that morning and showed it to Potter after he started asking where Hagrid was. "Oh, he hasn't been attacked, Potter, if that's what you're thinking." Draco had a mean smile on his face, but his eyes were all apologetic. "He's just hiding his big, ugly face."

Weasley flinched and Draco felt like doing the same.

"What d'you mean?"

Draco handed him the article from that morning. "There you go. Hate to break it to you Potter." And he really did. He thought Hermione had seen it already. Draco smirked though, playing the part of the smug Slytherin everyone expected him to be.

He watched the faces of the Gryffindor boys, nosy as they were, as they read the article. Their faces switched from annoyed, to scared, to disgusted, to straight up shocked. Honestly, it was amusing.

Draco watched as Weasley whispered to Harry, although he was just too far to hear it.

"What's this rubbish about him getting bit by a flobberworm?" Harry pointed to Crabbe. "They don't even have teeth!" Crabbe sniggered and Goyle chuckled. Obviously, they were proud of themselves, the great lumps.

"Are you boys over there paying attention?" With that, only dark glares were sent to others as they were forced to somewhat pay attention to the lesson.

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After a tense rest of the lesson with the Griffindors, everyone went to lunch. Draco could tell the exact moment Mya finished the article, she turned to glare at him darkly.

He could see the wheels turning in her brain, trying to figure out when he talked to Skeeter, and where. But they were never going to guess an illegal animagus form, a beetle.

Draco continued to 'tease' Harry throughout the classes and transitions, and in the nights, they all met up in the RoR for hours at a time.

Harry had mostly figured out what was going to happen in the task, with a little help, that was. Draco figured out what the 'we've taken what you'll sorely miss' line was.

He was guessing that the champions would have a possession or person taken from them, stored in the freezing lake, and they would have to get them in an hour or … something. 'Too late, it's gone, it won't come back.'

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"Bagman came up to me earlier. In Hogsmeade."

All four of them were in the room after a session, cuddling up to their partners on the couches. "What did he want?" Daphne asked.

"I dunno. It was kinda confusing. Crouch has disappeared and stopped coming to work, goblins want something, and nothing has been found out about Bertha Jorkins. Although they have people looking for her finally."

After a minute of silence, Harry spoke up again. "Oh, and he's taken a liking to me in the tasks, offered me help. Then George and Fred walked up and offered him a drink. After that, he fled. The goblins went with him."

"And then he came to sit with Ron and I. I think it's odd that a judge would be offering Harry help with the tasks, being a hopefully impartial judge and all. But then again, none of the judges are impartial. Karkaroff is totally loyal to Krum, did you see the score difference between the two?"

"Yeah, we really need better judges. Like someone from across the pond or something. Totally no relation to the Tournament," Draco agreed.

"Skeeter came in too. Made some comments about my hair. And implied she has some really bad dirt on Bagman.

"How did you get that quote to her, anyway?"

Uh oh. Draco was not looking forward to this. "Well, you see," he started. Daphne could tell the look on his face was one of help, and instead pulled Harry out of the room, probably back to their individual common rooms. Traitor.

"What do I see, Draco?"

"She has this thing that makes it easy to spy, and I would tell you but then she'd know it was me and I'd be in deep trouble, but just know that she's often listening. And I ask the room for ways to keep her out, so she's never been in here to my knowledge."

"Why can't you tell me?"

"If it becomes dangerous, I will tell you. Promise." Draco held out his pinky.

It was a muggle thing, but it made Hermione smile, and she linked pinkies. "Now. If you break your promise you have to cut off your pinkie, you know."

"What? Since when?"

Mya just raised her eyebrows. "Since forever, Draco."

Draco chuckled nervously, but hugged Mya gently and kissed her temple. Her arms slowly wrapped around him and they stood together for a while before Draco started swaying them back and forth.

"I'm sorry Mya. It's just what's expected of me."

He felt rather than saw her nod, then she untangled herself from him. Moving a few feet away, Mya looked at him.

"I get it, Dray. I wish we could just be in the halls, trust me. I love you."

"Love you too"

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I wrote this months ago and literally forgot everything I had planned for this chapter. Help.

I think I'm just going to skip ahead to end of fifth or sixth year and let y'all come up with what happened, cause I remember my main plot point and want to get to the end of this so I can start the sequel that I'm much more excited for