Harry was so angry with Hermione that he couldn't even yell at her. There were no words. He went about his classes in a hurt and lonely confusion. Without her to talk to the nightmares were returning in full force. Except now there was another dream that came as a precursor to the Sirius dreams. He was walking through the forest, and he could hear Guinevere crying but he couldn't find her. He wandered and wandered searching for what seemed like hours until he finally found her. But behind her was the awful face of Lord Voldemort. Harry would run to her to save her from the dark lord. But just as he got to her she would say "Harry no!" and then she would disappear and there would be a green flash. Harry would awaken with a start only to fall back asleep and dream of Sirius again and again.

"hey mate" Ron slumped down next to Harry in the common room after practice.

"Hello"

"You haven't been your self lately what's up?"

"nothing its nothing, I just haven't been sleeping well again"

"You can talk to me I know Hermione doesn't get it a lot of the time but you can tell me."

"If it were not for Hermione I WOULD have someone to talk to !" Harry fuming stalked out of the common room. Maybe he would write to Lupin. Lupin could surely help. So he directed his steps to the owlry and quickened his pace. But about halfway there he met something unexpected.

"Hi Harry" It Was Guinevere.

"hello" Harry was wary of her change of heart.

"I'm sorry, I was confused I thought that I was coming between you and your friends. But Then I remembered that we are friends too..."

"My friends were being idiots" Harry shrugged and felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of his shoulders

"want to go for a walk"

"I'd like nothing better. Oh and Harry that night in the classroom?"

"Forget it ever happened."

They walked slowly down the empty corridors talking like old times. Harry never even notice Draco standing in the shadows, a triumphant smirk on his face.

Harry's midnight talks with Guin went on unneventfully for some time, but after a while their conversations began taking less trivial turns.

"Harry?"

"yeah"

"Why does Dumbledore send you to the dursleys when they are so awful?"

"because I will always be safe with a member of my mothers family, at least that's what Dumbledore told me."

"ooooh okay. So if you were never to go back there again, would your mothers protection wear off?"

"I don't know probably, at least it might weaken......why?" Harry was beginning to feel a little cautious about this topic of conversation.

"No reason, its an interesting sort of magic I think." And they left the conversation at that for the night.

Walking back to her dormitory Guinevere took a detour to meet Draco. She was done with snooping for him. And she had a plan.

"Hey there . Took you long enough. Find out what I wanted?"

"Yes. Well its not the answer you wanted to hear."

"what?"

"It wont wear off. Ever" Guinevere tried to sound as mater of fact as possible.

"Don't you lie to me now..." Draco could read her like a book. He suspected her. "Potter cant do anything to you, neither will the order. I will make sure you are taken care of Guin." He was looking at her the same way he had that made her agree to this. Like she was all that mattered to him in the entire world. But then Harry's eye's flashed before her.

"I-I-I'm not lying..." She stuttered .

"Guin..." His voice was warning her. And his hand twisted her arm lightly, but just enough that it hurt.

"Ow Draco!"

"You don't want to get on the bad side of the people you are working for Guin." He out his mouth by her ear. "No one can save you from them except you, tell me everything!" He twisted her arm farther and his voice struck fear into her heart.

"He wasn't really sure...but he thought that It might." She regretted the words as soon as they were out of her mouth. But Draco let go of her arm and she felt relief flood through her. But then the guilt set in and she wanted to die.

"Ok now you can drop Potter for good and be with me!" He tucked a stray hair behind her ear and held the hand he had only moments ago been about to break. Why did he have to be like this, he had changed so much from the person he had been when she had known him all those years ago. Now after Lucius had been put in prison, he was crazy. And it scared her, it scared her even more that he was capable of things, terrible things.

"What will they do now Draco?"

"Well lets just say, our Potter might not be going home this Christmas"

"Will they kill them? His muggle family?"

"I should hope so!" With that they walked off together. Draco unbelievably happy, and Guinevere unbelievably sad.