Meanwhile...
A black haired woman with large blue eyes stood in front of a stone wall, a wicked smile played on her lips. "Master, everything is going as planned..." She splayed with one of the three silver hoops pierced into her bottom lip.
"Very well, Laura. And how far has Studt gotten in the plan?" A cold, deadly voice responded. Laura Dirge clicked her tongue piercing thoughtfully. "She hasn't done her part yet, but, she's ready too as soon as the Malfoy heir does his part." She said, picking up the large python that came slithering toward her.
"Good, good. Because if this plan fails, Nagini will be fed more than expected." The cold voice threatened. Laura's face paled, but she held her head high. "Don't worry, my Lord, it will be time soon..."
* * *
Chapter 3
Luna Lovegood flipped through The Quibbler, pretending to listen to Alice Adams. "Mmmhmmm," She said, turning the magazine upside down. "So, I'm thinking about asking Ron to the Chrismas Ball..." Alice said suddenly. Luna peered at the brunette over the edge of the magazine with large eyes. That's who she was gonna ask! Alice sighed dreamily and pointed her wand at her arm. Ron's name appeared there in black ink. The girl had it bad.
Luna glanced around the table. Roger Davies was talking to some pretty blonde girl. Cho Chang was talking animatedly to her friend, Riley O'Leary. Riley glanced at Luna and Alice as if she'd felt Luna's stare. Riley looked nothing like her unidentical twin, Mairead. "Hey, Luna." Riley said, waving. Luna put The Quibbler down a bit, and waved as well. Cho let out a giggle, and talked to Riley enthusiastically, her high ponytail bobbing up and down. Luna turned back to Alice. "Are you even listening to me? I was telling you what our wedding is going to look like!" Alice said, her lips forming a pout.
"Who's?" Luna asked, a faraway look in her large eyes. "Mine and Ron's, duh!" Alice said, laughing. Alice took a bite of pasta, and wiped her mouth. She continued to talk, but Luna ignored her and stared at the Gryffindor table. Harry waved at her happily, as did Ron. "Luna!" Alice said angrily. "Why are you ignoring me?" Luna stood up and looked at Alice. "Ron's got a girlfriend, Alice. He's not going to go to the ball with you." Then, Luna walked over to the Gryffindor table, leaving Alice looking at her blankly.
"Hi, Luna." Danielle said, turning from Ginny. Ginny smiled, and turned to Nadia. "Where's Hermione?" Ginny asked suspiciously. Luna didn't hear the answer because a loud bang errupted from the Slytherin table. "Oh my god!" Pansy shrieked, staring at Draco, who had once again ignored her and sat by Shea Mui and Evelyn Studt. Pansy's plate and goblet had clattered to the groud. "Why are you ditching me, Draco?" Pansy wailed. Mairead O'Leary looked bored, as if this was something that happened every day.
"Is there a problem?" Professor Dumbledore asked, appearing from a door near the Slytherin table. "Yes there is, Professor!" Shea said, standing up. "Would you please ask Pansy to mind her own business and leave me alone!" Shea said, her orange glossed lips shining in the candle light. Pansy's face turned scarlett, but Draco just sat there, smirking casually. Professor Dumbledore's eyes twinkled triumpantly.
"Miss Parkinson, would you please refrain from coming over to this side of the table?" Dumbledore asked patiently. Pansy's pug like face glared. "I do not wish to do so," she said hotly. "Very well then, you can eat lunch with the Hufflepuffs." He said calmly. A small groan came from the Hufflepuff table. "Fine! I'll keep away, but Drakie is going to regret this!" She said, threat in her voice. Draco had that oh-I-am-so-terrified-get-real look on his pointed face. Shea sat back down and lunch continued normally.
"Luna, are you all right?" Harry asked, taking a swig of pumpkin juice from his goblet. "Yes, I'm fine." She said, standing up. She went back to the Ravenclaw table and sat down, suddenly feeling queasy. She felt a pair of eyes on her, and turned around. Stacey Williams, a Slytherin fourth year, was staring at her again. What is with that girl, Luna thought angrily.
* * *
"Slytherin verses Ravenclaw!" Seamus Finnigan said into the mic as Navy and Emerald colored robes flew onto the field. The crowd cheered happily. Harry sat with Ron, Hermione, Morgan, Nadia, Adriana, Ginny, and Danielle. "Go Ravenclaw!" Adriana cheered happily. She flashed Harry a smile and then turned to talk to Danielle. Ginny was in deep conversation with Ron and Morgan, and Hermione and Nadia were whispering amongst themselves.
"Where were you?" Harry called to Hermione over the cheers for Ravenclaw. "Library," Hermione called back, smiling at him. "And its Adams with the quaffle!" Seamus called into the microphone. "Adams shoots, she scores!" The crowd cheered for Alice Adams, but the Slytherin's booed. "Mairead O'Leary snags the quaffle! Now it's Riley O'Leary with the -." Everyone closed their eyes as Goyle knocked her off her broom with his beater club.
Madame Hooch blew her whistle. Riley got to make a shot, and the quaffle soared through the hoops. Harry's eyes wandered around the field, then he found what he was looking for. Malfoy was high overhead, but he could see him perfectly. Cho was circling around the field, checking for the snitch. Suddenly, she dived. "And Chang's spotted the snitch! If she catches it, Ravenclaw wins 210 to 40!" Seamus roared into the mic. Everyone watched anxiously.
Malfoy was gaining on Cho. It happened quicker than light; Cho zoomed upward and Malfoy hit the ground with a sickening crunch. "Oh my god!" Adriana shrieked, standing up. Harry stood up as well. "What are you doing?" Ron called after him. Harry hurried to the field and stood over Malfoy, who was staring at him with those gray eyes.
"Help me up, would you?" He asked finally, clutching his side. Harry helped him to his feet, but had to keep holding him up because if not, his knees would buckle. "Mr. Malfoy, are you all right?" Snape asked, rushing towards him. Blood trickled from Malfoy's mouth, but he nodded. Snape fixed Harry with a stare of utmost loathing. "Don't touch him," Snape growled, pointing his wand at Draco. "Mobilicorpus!" Snape hissed. He guided Draco towards the castle and through the crowd forming. Harry ignored Ron and Hermione and just went back to the common room.
After thirty minutes or so, Harry stood up and made his way out the portrait whole and to the Hospital Wing. He didn't know what possessed him to go visit Malfoy, but he had to do it now; he was already there. A pale, sickly looking girl with curly black hair was by Draco's bed, whispering quietly. She turned when she heard Harry's footsteps. "Oh," She said, turning to Draco. "You've got another visitor." She said with an abnormal amusment in her voice. "Thanks, Eve," He said, leaning up. "Oh," He said, his smug look dropping. "It's you. What do you want?" He asked, looking annoyed.
"I don't know, I just felt the need to see if you were all right. Are you?" Harry asked, looking into Draco's gray eyes. Draco's mouth curved as if he were beginning to smirk, then to Harry's shock, he smiled. "I'm all right. It hurts a bit." He said, pointing to the bandages on his waist. Harry winced. He knew what it felt like to slam into the ground at that speed.
Eve cleared her throat and glanced at Draco, who waved. She sighed and walked out, looking incredibly sulky. "Who's she?" Harry asked, watching her walk out. "Eve Studt. She's in 7th year." Draco responded, opening a chocolate frog box. To Madam Pomfrey's astonishment, Harry and Draco talked for an hour or so, not glaring or smirking at each other once. "Hey, did you notice that we're actually getting along?" Harry asked suddenly. Draco sat up and smirked. Harry rolled his eyes. "Yeah, but don't think we're friends or anything." He said finally.
* * *
The next day rumors about what Cho had done to Malfoy were buzzing around the school. People everywhere were whispering about Malfoy getting tricked by a girl. A Ravenclaw, at that! Draco knew his father would be severly angry, but he would just have to deal with it.
Draco,
Is what my colleages (sp?) are telling true? We're you in fact tricked by a girl? Boy, you're skills in quidditch are those of a hinkyfink! You're not muscline, you're not talented, what are you good for? The only use I can make of you know, is for the plan. Every time you loose a match, I have to deal with the taunting and humiliation. Do not embarass me, Draco. I mean it. I'll see you this Hogsmeade weekend when we can have a little chat. Meet me in the alley behind the Shrieking Shack. Do. Not. Be. Late. If you are, the punishments will be severe.
Father.
Draco folded up the letter and leaned back in the chair. "What'd it say?" Asked Stacey Williams, a nosy Slytherin fourth year. She had her auburn hair in a loose ponytail that was hanging down her back, and she peered up at him. "Whats it to you?" Draco snapped, shoving the letter into his robe pocket. "Draco, I don't think you should meet him in Hogsmeade." Stacey said, hesitating. She looked up at him uncertainly with her blue eyes, which were as clear as crystals.
"No one asked your opinion, Williams." Draco said, trying to sit up straighter in the hospital bed. "Draco, you don't need to be rude." She said, fooling around with the spiked bracelet on her wrist. "I don't know if any one else has noticed, but I have; you're hanging out with Potter." She said, the suspicious obvious in her voice. "I am not!" Draco cried, repulsed. Truth be told, he was actually beginning to enjoy Potter's hourly visits. But he musn't let that get in the way of the plan. Stacey crossed her arms in front of her chest as Harry walked into the hospital wing. He paused when he saw Stacey, who raised her eyebrows at Draco.
"Your plea is not plausable." She said, walking past Harry and into the corridor. "Hi," Harry said, heading towards Draco. "Who's she?" Harry asked, nodding in the direction Stacey had left in. Draco shrugged. "Stacey Williams, some nosy Slytherin. Funny," he said, thinking for a moment. "Everyone knows you, Potter. But you barely know anyone."
"I tend to stick to my own species, thanks." Harry said, handing Draco a box of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans. Draco smiled faintly and took the box. "I resent that." He said, popping a blue bean into his mouth, laughing lightly. Harry laughed too, and honestly, Draco enjoyed the warmth he saw in those emeralds.
* * *
"So, Harry, where've you been disappearing to?" Ron asked as Harry was doing his homework by the window seat. Harry looked up, a puzzled look on his face. Morgan, who was at Ron's waist, laughed. It was as if they were connected by the hip. She was really beginning to annoy Harry.
"I've just needed some time alone," Harry responded, dipping his quill into the ink bottle. Morgan smirked and moved slowly closer. "Harry Potter, denial is not just a river in Egypt!" She said, flipping one of her golden blonde braids over her shoulder. Harry looked up from his homework again, his eyebrow raised. "Thanks for that information, Morgan." He said, turning back to his homework. Morgan let out a frusturated groan and turned back to Ron, who shrugged.
"Nothings wrong with him," Adriana said defensivly, making her way to his table. Morgan raised an eyebrow, but grabbed Ron's arm and walked away. Adriana had her plait of strawberry blonde hair in a high ponytail and her emerald green eyes pierced Harry's. She laughed finally. "What homework are you working on?" She asked. Harry rolled his eyes. "Potions. Seven inches on the effects of a Drought of Mourning." He responded, dipping his quill in ink once more.
"I've already finished." She said proudly. Harry laughed. "Did you do it with Hermione?" He asked. She looked puzzled. "No... I did it with Danielle. By the way, where is Hermione?" Adriana raised a bit in her chair, her eyes skimmed the room. "Where do you think?" Harry asked, running a hand through his hair. "The library." Adriana looked shocked. "I should have known!"
"So, is Draco as bad as you thought?" She asked quietly. He looked up, his green eyes locking on hers. How did she know, he thought suspiciously. "Oh, I wont tell anyone." She said politely. "Actually, he isn't." The words flew out of his mouth, unprepared. Adriana's mouth curved into a smile. "I told you, that Draco Malfoy sure is something." She said rolling her eyes. "Oh, Harry, by the way. A Hufflepuff first year was looking for you this afternoon. She said her name was Faith Diggory." She said, wonder rising in her voice.
Harry's heart stopped in mid bead. "Diggory?" He asked. He didn't know Cedric had a sister. "Oh my gosh, Harry! I am sooo sorry!" She said, remembering that Cedric had been murdered in front of his very own eyes. Harry tried to open his mouth, but the memories of the graveyard flooded his mind like a tidal wave that he wasn't prepared for. Faith Diggory probably wanted to blame him for killing her brother.
"It's fine." He managed to say as he gathered his belongings and trudged up the stairs. He grabbed his invisibility cloak and decided to sneak down to the library to chance a chat with Hermione.
When he arrived in front of the library, he pulled off the cloak. Some one grabbed him and pulled him behind the tapestry. "Hey!" He cried softly after realizing who it was. "You've got your bandages off." Malfoy nodded, then with out another word he placed his lips over Harry's...
Little did they know, Hermione had just walked out of the library and had witnessed everything.
A black haired woman with large blue eyes stood in front of a stone wall, a wicked smile played on her lips. "Master, everything is going as planned..." She splayed with one of the three silver hoops pierced into her bottom lip.
"Very well, Laura. And how far has Studt gotten in the plan?" A cold, deadly voice responded. Laura Dirge clicked her tongue piercing thoughtfully. "She hasn't done her part yet, but, she's ready too as soon as the Malfoy heir does his part." She said, picking up the large python that came slithering toward her.
"Good, good. Because if this plan fails, Nagini will be fed more than expected." The cold voice threatened. Laura's face paled, but she held her head high. "Don't worry, my Lord, it will be time soon..."
* * *
Chapter 3
Luna Lovegood flipped through The Quibbler, pretending to listen to Alice Adams. "Mmmhmmm," She said, turning the magazine upside down. "So, I'm thinking about asking Ron to the Chrismas Ball..." Alice said suddenly. Luna peered at the brunette over the edge of the magazine with large eyes. That's who she was gonna ask! Alice sighed dreamily and pointed her wand at her arm. Ron's name appeared there in black ink. The girl had it bad.
Luna glanced around the table. Roger Davies was talking to some pretty blonde girl. Cho Chang was talking animatedly to her friend, Riley O'Leary. Riley glanced at Luna and Alice as if she'd felt Luna's stare. Riley looked nothing like her unidentical twin, Mairead. "Hey, Luna." Riley said, waving. Luna put The Quibbler down a bit, and waved as well. Cho let out a giggle, and talked to Riley enthusiastically, her high ponytail bobbing up and down. Luna turned back to Alice. "Are you even listening to me? I was telling you what our wedding is going to look like!" Alice said, her lips forming a pout.
"Who's?" Luna asked, a faraway look in her large eyes. "Mine and Ron's, duh!" Alice said, laughing. Alice took a bite of pasta, and wiped her mouth. She continued to talk, but Luna ignored her and stared at the Gryffindor table. Harry waved at her happily, as did Ron. "Luna!" Alice said angrily. "Why are you ignoring me?" Luna stood up and looked at Alice. "Ron's got a girlfriend, Alice. He's not going to go to the ball with you." Then, Luna walked over to the Gryffindor table, leaving Alice looking at her blankly.
"Hi, Luna." Danielle said, turning from Ginny. Ginny smiled, and turned to Nadia. "Where's Hermione?" Ginny asked suspiciously. Luna didn't hear the answer because a loud bang errupted from the Slytherin table. "Oh my god!" Pansy shrieked, staring at Draco, who had once again ignored her and sat by Shea Mui and Evelyn Studt. Pansy's plate and goblet had clattered to the groud. "Why are you ditching me, Draco?" Pansy wailed. Mairead O'Leary looked bored, as if this was something that happened every day.
"Is there a problem?" Professor Dumbledore asked, appearing from a door near the Slytherin table. "Yes there is, Professor!" Shea said, standing up. "Would you please ask Pansy to mind her own business and leave me alone!" Shea said, her orange glossed lips shining in the candle light. Pansy's face turned scarlett, but Draco just sat there, smirking casually. Professor Dumbledore's eyes twinkled triumpantly.
"Miss Parkinson, would you please refrain from coming over to this side of the table?" Dumbledore asked patiently. Pansy's pug like face glared. "I do not wish to do so," she said hotly. "Very well then, you can eat lunch with the Hufflepuffs." He said calmly. A small groan came from the Hufflepuff table. "Fine! I'll keep away, but Drakie is going to regret this!" She said, threat in her voice. Draco had that oh-I-am-so-terrified-get-real look on his pointed face. Shea sat back down and lunch continued normally.
"Luna, are you all right?" Harry asked, taking a swig of pumpkin juice from his goblet. "Yes, I'm fine." She said, standing up. She went back to the Ravenclaw table and sat down, suddenly feeling queasy. She felt a pair of eyes on her, and turned around. Stacey Williams, a Slytherin fourth year, was staring at her again. What is with that girl, Luna thought angrily.
* * *
"Slytherin verses Ravenclaw!" Seamus Finnigan said into the mic as Navy and Emerald colored robes flew onto the field. The crowd cheered happily. Harry sat with Ron, Hermione, Morgan, Nadia, Adriana, Ginny, and Danielle. "Go Ravenclaw!" Adriana cheered happily. She flashed Harry a smile and then turned to talk to Danielle. Ginny was in deep conversation with Ron and Morgan, and Hermione and Nadia were whispering amongst themselves.
"Where were you?" Harry called to Hermione over the cheers for Ravenclaw. "Library," Hermione called back, smiling at him. "And its Adams with the quaffle!" Seamus called into the microphone. "Adams shoots, she scores!" The crowd cheered for Alice Adams, but the Slytherin's booed. "Mairead O'Leary snags the quaffle! Now it's Riley O'Leary with the -." Everyone closed their eyes as Goyle knocked her off her broom with his beater club.
Madame Hooch blew her whistle. Riley got to make a shot, and the quaffle soared through the hoops. Harry's eyes wandered around the field, then he found what he was looking for. Malfoy was high overhead, but he could see him perfectly. Cho was circling around the field, checking for the snitch. Suddenly, she dived. "And Chang's spotted the snitch! If she catches it, Ravenclaw wins 210 to 40!" Seamus roared into the mic. Everyone watched anxiously.
Malfoy was gaining on Cho. It happened quicker than light; Cho zoomed upward and Malfoy hit the ground with a sickening crunch. "Oh my god!" Adriana shrieked, standing up. Harry stood up as well. "What are you doing?" Ron called after him. Harry hurried to the field and stood over Malfoy, who was staring at him with those gray eyes.
"Help me up, would you?" He asked finally, clutching his side. Harry helped him to his feet, but had to keep holding him up because if not, his knees would buckle. "Mr. Malfoy, are you all right?" Snape asked, rushing towards him. Blood trickled from Malfoy's mouth, but he nodded. Snape fixed Harry with a stare of utmost loathing. "Don't touch him," Snape growled, pointing his wand at Draco. "Mobilicorpus!" Snape hissed. He guided Draco towards the castle and through the crowd forming. Harry ignored Ron and Hermione and just went back to the common room.
After thirty minutes or so, Harry stood up and made his way out the portrait whole and to the Hospital Wing. He didn't know what possessed him to go visit Malfoy, but he had to do it now; he was already there. A pale, sickly looking girl with curly black hair was by Draco's bed, whispering quietly. She turned when she heard Harry's footsteps. "Oh," She said, turning to Draco. "You've got another visitor." She said with an abnormal amusment in her voice. "Thanks, Eve," He said, leaning up. "Oh," He said, his smug look dropping. "It's you. What do you want?" He asked, looking annoyed.
"I don't know, I just felt the need to see if you were all right. Are you?" Harry asked, looking into Draco's gray eyes. Draco's mouth curved as if he were beginning to smirk, then to Harry's shock, he smiled. "I'm all right. It hurts a bit." He said, pointing to the bandages on his waist. Harry winced. He knew what it felt like to slam into the ground at that speed.
Eve cleared her throat and glanced at Draco, who waved. She sighed and walked out, looking incredibly sulky. "Who's she?" Harry asked, watching her walk out. "Eve Studt. She's in 7th year." Draco responded, opening a chocolate frog box. To Madam Pomfrey's astonishment, Harry and Draco talked for an hour or so, not glaring or smirking at each other once. "Hey, did you notice that we're actually getting along?" Harry asked suddenly. Draco sat up and smirked. Harry rolled his eyes. "Yeah, but don't think we're friends or anything." He said finally.
* * *
The next day rumors about what Cho had done to Malfoy were buzzing around the school. People everywhere were whispering about Malfoy getting tricked by a girl. A Ravenclaw, at that! Draco knew his father would be severly angry, but he would just have to deal with it.
Draco,
Is what my colleages (sp?) are telling true? We're you in fact tricked by a girl? Boy, you're skills in quidditch are those of a hinkyfink! You're not muscline, you're not talented, what are you good for? The only use I can make of you know, is for the plan. Every time you loose a match, I have to deal with the taunting and humiliation. Do not embarass me, Draco. I mean it. I'll see you this Hogsmeade weekend when we can have a little chat. Meet me in the alley behind the Shrieking Shack. Do. Not. Be. Late. If you are, the punishments will be severe.
Father.
Draco folded up the letter and leaned back in the chair. "What'd it say?" Asked Stacey Williams, a nosy Slytherin fourth year. She had her auburn hair in a loose ponytail that was hanging down her back, and she peered up at him. "Whats it to you?" Draco snapped, shoving the letter into his robe pocket. "Draco, I don't think you should meet him in Hogsmeade." Stacey said, hesitating. She looked up at him uncertainly with her blue eyes, which were as clear as crystals.
"No one asked your opinion, Williams." Draco said, trying to sit up straighter in the hospital bed. "Draco, you don't need to be rude." She said, fooling around with the spiked bracelet on her wrist. "I don't know if any one else has noticed, but I have; you're hanging out with Potter." She said, the suspicious obvious in her voice. "I am not!" Draco cried, repulsed. Truth be told, he was actually beginning to enjoy Potter's hourly visits. But he musn't let that get in the way of the plan. Stacey crossed her arms in front of her chest as Harry walked into the hospital wing. He paused when he saw Stacey, who raised her eyebrows at Draco.
"Your plea is not plausable." She said, walking past Harry and into the corridor. "Hi," Harry said, heading towards Draco. "Who's she?" Harry asked, nodding in the direction Stacey had left in. Draco shrugged. "Stacey Williams, some nosy Slytherin. Funny," he said, thinking for a moment. "Everyone knows you, Potter. But you barely know anyone."
"I tend to stick to my own species, thanks." Harry said, handing Draco a box of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans. Draco smiled faintly and took the box. "I resent that." He said, popping a blue bean into his mouth, laughing lightly. Harry laughed too, and honestly, Draco enjoyed the warmth he saw in those emeralds.
* * *
"So, Harry, where've you been disappearing to?" Ron asked as Harry was doing his homework by the window seat. Harry looked up, a puzzled look on his face. Morgan, who was at Ron's waist, laughed. It was as if they were connected by the hip. She was really beginning to annoy Harry.
"I've just needed some time alone," Harry responded, dipping his quill into the ink bottle. Morgan smirked and moved slowly closer. "Harry Potter, denial is not just a river in Egypt!" She said, flipping one of her golden blonde braids over her shoulder. Harry looked up from his homework again, his eyebrow raised. "Thanks for that information, Morgan." He said, turning back to his homework. Morgan let out a frusturated groan and turned back to Ron, who shrugged.
"Nothings wrong with him," Adriana said defensivly, making her way to his table. Morgan raised an eyebrow, but grabbed Ron's arm and walked away. Adriana had her plait of strawberry blonde hair in a high ponytail and her emerald green eyes pierced Harry's. She laughed finally. "What homework are you working on?" She asked. Harry rolled his eyes. "Potions. Seven inches on the effects of a Drought of Mourning." He responded, dipping his quill in ink once more.
"I've already finished." She said proudly. Harry laughed. "Did you do it with Hermione?" He asked. She looked puzzled. "No... I did it with Danielle. By the way, where is Hermione?" Adriana raised a bit in her chair, her eyes skimmed the room. "Where do you think?" Harry asked, running a hand through his hair. "The library." Adriana looked shocked. "I should have known!"
"So, is Draco as bad as you thought?" She asked quietly. He looked up, his green eyes locking on hers. How did she know, he thought suspiciously. "Oh, I wont tell anyone." She said politely. "Actually, he isn't." The words flew out of his mouth, unprepared. Adriana's mouth curved into a smile. "I told you, that Draco Malfoy sure is something." She said rolling her eyes. "Oh, Harry, by the way. A Hufflepuff first year was looking for you this afternoon. She said her name was Faith Diggory." She said, wonder rising in her voice.
Harry's heart stopped in mid bead. "Diggory?" He asked. He didn't know Cedric had a sister. "Oh my gosh, Harry! I am sooo sorry!" She said, remembering that Cedric had been murdered in front of his very own eyes. Harry tried to open his mouth, but the memories of the graveyard flooded his mind like a tidal wave that he wasn't prepared for. Faith Diggory probably wanted to blame him for killing her brother.
"It's fine." He managed to say as he gathered his belongings and trudged up the stairs. He grabbed his invisibility cloak and decided to sneak down to the library to chance a chat with Hermione.
When he arrived in front of the library, he pulled off the cloak. Some one grabbed him and pulled him behind the tapestry. "Hey!" He cried softly after realizing who it was. "You've got your bandages off." Malfoy nodded, then with out another word he placed his lips over Harry's...
Little did they know, Hermione had just walked out of the library and had witnessed everything.