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After dinner, Hermione rushed back to the Gryffindor common room and muttered, "Senticetum," under her breath. Everyone watched her as she entered her private Head Girl's room with disbelief. It was rare when Hermione Granger made an appearance in her common room since the incident occurred. She never hung around in there anymore. Instead, she hung out with the Slytherins in their common room. She ignored everyone and grabbed what she needed: a notepad and a pencil. She walked briskly out of the room, unaware that someone was following her to the library.

She stayed in the library for hours, it seemed. Her follower watched her with anticipation as she looked something up and vigorously scribbled it down.

"Hermione?" a feeble voice whispered. She looked around, yet she saw no one. She ignored the voice and continued working. "Hermione?" the voice became more insistent.

"What?" she said, annoyed. "Who is it?" A figure appeared in front of her. "Oh. It's you," she said coldly. Harry hung his head low.

"Hermione, I-I'm really sorry about what I said." She paid no attention to him. "Hermione, please listen to me. I really need to talk to you."

"And I really needed to talk to you," she replied harshly, "But you, obviously, felt that you were too good for me."

"Hermione," he took a deep breath, "I'll do anything. Please just talk to me. I'll be your slave until school is over. I'll do anything."

"Forget it. You have ten minutes. Talk."

"IamreallysorryandsoiseveryonelseintheGryffindorcommonroom.Pleasecomebackwen eedyou," he said in one breath.

"Excuse me?"

"I am really sorry and so is everyone else in the Gryffindor common room. Please come back. We need you," he repeated.

"I'm sure you need me Harry," she said unemotionally, "But your ten minutes are up. Bye." She returned to her books.

"HERMIONE!" he said more urgently. "While you were gone, Ron had a brilliant idea. We researched Drago Sanguinante and found out a very interesting fact that you might like to know. Drago Sanguinante is a potion for magical creatures, NOT humans."

At this information, she looked up immediately and gasped. "That's it! That explains it all. The amount of blood…how he stayed conscious…how he's still alive!"

"Huh?" Harry's face was blank.

"Draco is not human. He lost so much blood and he was still conscious. He watched it happen. Oh Harry! It's all coming together now. Draco is a morbia."

"A what?"

"Honestly," she shook her head, "Don't you read? A morbia is a creature that is extremely rare and powerful. It can do wondrous things, but like a vampire, it needs tons of blood to sustain itself."

"M-Draco's a VAMPIRE?" Harry exclaimed.

"No…but he's like one. OH MY MERLIN!"

"What??"

"The prophecy…" she paled.

"What prophecy?" he whined. "I feel so lost."

"There is a prophecy that says that a morbia would be born once every three centuries to help keep the world alive. But after every 100 centuries, two morbias would appear," her eyes glazed over as she started to recite the prophecy.

"Though different at first, the two may be of different bloodlines and out of unity,

The first will be cunning and shrewd, while the other is none other than a prude,

Develop they may, a liking for the other,

One brightening the earth, the other shadowing the sun,

Dangerous, they are, but in harmony as one,

But if one is to fall,

The other shall follow,

Resulting in tragedy for all."

"Don't you get it?" she said, frightened.

"Um…no."

"If he dies, the other morbia will follow and," she gulped, "destroy everything and everyone in its way."

Harry's eyes widened. "WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!" He screamed. He visibly calmed as he thought of something else. "But wait-who is the other morbia?"

"I-I think it's me. It fits perfectly. Oh Harry…I'm so scared," she whispered as tears began filling her eyes.

"Let's go see Dumbledore. He'll know what to do."

"Okay," she sniffed.

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"H-harry, I think you should stay out here," she told him. She gave him a peck on the cheek, "Thanks." She straightened herself out and went into Professor Dumbledore's office. "Professor Dumbledore?" she said meekly.

"Yes Miss Granger?"

"Do you know the morbia prophecy?"

"Oh dear. Have you discovered what is really going on?"

"I think," she said and she explained everything that had been going on.

"You are correct, Miss Granger. You and Mister Malfoy are the two morbias. However, we are certain that as long as we keep Mister Malfoy alive, there will be no danger whatsoever."

"But what happens when he does die?"

"I don't know. I honestly don't know."

"Can I go see Draco to explain it all to him?"

His face hardened. "Miss Granger, I thought we had it clear that Mister Malfoy was to be isolated, meaning no visitors. We can't have everyone seeing him."

"Please?"

"I'm sorry Miss Granger, but no." She stood up blinking rapidly and left with tears rolling down her face. Professor Dumbledore watched her with a forlorn look on his face. 'If only she knew,' he thought. 'If only she knew why.'



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