Authors Note: Yeah, okay, this is a really REALLY short chapter. The last one was actually pretty short too but anyway ... I'll probably be updating alot so I think that makes up for it =P

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I knew immediately where I was.

The scene was different this time, although I was still staring through the small crack in the door.

This time I could see Draco Malfoy talking to his mother.

"It's the only way mother!"

"No! I won't let you do it!"

I stared, dumbfounded. Mrs. Malfoy was sitting on the floor of a dark room, sobbing before her son, who was sitting on a windowsill.

"They can't expect me to do anything if I'm dead! Besides, my death would not be any body's fault but my own! They can't punish you and Father for that."

I winced upon hearing Draco's voice crack horribly, and felt a chill as I realised just what he was doing sitting on the windowsill.

"Draco! There will be other ways ... I promise you we will find another way out of this! You're too young-" His mother's voice was shaking uncontrollably now "-you're much too young..."

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I woke up with a start, to find my face only inches from Malfoy's. By reflex, I grabbed his shoulders to steady myself. The words of his mother were still playing in my mind when finally he spoke softly.

"Was that another dream, Granger?"

I blinked, noticing suddenly that my eyes were filling with tears. I choked out the words that were still repeating themselves in my head.

"Y-You're much t-t-too young."

Malfoy's gray eyes widened considerably, and he pulled away from me, forcing me to let go of his shoulders. I felt the tears slide slowly down my face, and sniffled a little. I watched as Malfoy scooted back over to the other wall and leaned back, closing his eyes.

Finally, he cleared his throat and spoke.

"Well, there you have it. The solution we both know is there. It really is that easy."

I opened my mouth to speak, but he interrupted me.

"Don't act like you never thought of it, Granger. If I die for whatever reason they can't blame my Father. Hell, if I did it right I could make it look like Dumbledore's fault. Then everybody would be happy."

He opened his eyes and looked at me, as if daring me to deny that he was right. I tried to pull myself together.

"M-Malfoy ... your mother is right. There has to be another way."

Malfoy shook his head, causing his light hair to fall into his eyes. He blew on it, sending it fluttering around his forehead.

"There isn't. If there was, don't you think I would have thought of it already? And besides" he gave a wry smile "I'm sure there has been many a time you wanted me dead anyway, Granger."

I shook my head.

"Expelled? Yes. Turned permanently into a ferret? Absolutely. But believe it or not, sometimes hating somebody is not enough reason to want them dead." I paused. "Or maybe that's just, you know, a 'mudblood' thing," I suggested sarcastically, raising one eyebrow.

Malfoy smirked, and matched my raised eyebrow.

"Sure. Maybe it is. But either way, I have two weeks until I'm supposed to report to my father for the first time. That was what he said in the owl he sent this morning."

My face fell. Two weeks? That was hardly enough time to conjure a plan to save the school.

Malfoy stood up, and offered a hand to help me. I took it, greatfully, and he pulled me up. My legs were still shaky from fatigue and fear, so I leaned against the wall for support.

I decided to try and be encouraging.

"Two weeks huh? Well, I'm sure we can come up with at least something temporary in that time."

Malfoy just looked at me like I was mad.

"See, that's what has always annoyed me about you. Sometime, Granger, you just have to admit defeat."

My anger sparked, and I glared at him.

"Thats a bit rich coming from a Malfoy."

I could see that he was about to come back with a scathing response, but thought better of it. He met my eye and quirked one eyebrow.

"Fine. If you come up with something, let me know."

And with that, he stalked off.