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"We should... go." Hermione broke the silence, the two guys sulking in separate corners of the small hidden rooms was not a sight for sore eyes.

"Fine." Drawled Draco, lazily walking towards where the crack laid n the ceiling,

"No." Harry argued, "I'm staying."

"Really, Potter? And why is that?" Draco inquired, slightly amused,

"I refuse to go anywhere with a Dark Wizard." Harry knew this wasn't the appropriate reason... but he was mad at Draco and it was the first believable reason that he could muster.

"Me? A dark wizard?" Draco eyes enlarge, a ploy of fake innocence and shock.

"Yeah, you Malfoy!" Harry agreed,

"Prove it." Draco smirked.

Hermione shook her head and sighed. She hated when Draco was playing mind games. Harry would never win. Unless, of course, Draco wanted him to. She couldn't help but smile slightly at the expression Draco was wearing.

"I saw that unforgivable curse you did!" Harry beamed with his evidence.

Draco's innocent disguise gave way to the sardonic smile Hermione saw underneath the sugar coat long before.

"Surely you know that you don't have to be a Dark Wizard to be able to perform a curse." Harry pouted as Draco pointed this out,

"But it was Dark Magic! Only Dark Wizards would perform Dark Magic!" Harry accused.

"O contrary!" Draco put on his poetic voice.

Hermione couldn't help but giggle, making Harry's situation worse.

"Your whole family's is made up of Death Eaters! You basically grew up with them!" Panted Harry, losing it. "How do I know you didn't plan this whole thing?"

"Why would he help us, Harry?" Hermione tried to reason.

"Because he loves you! It must've all gone wrong when they kidnapped you!" Harry tried to reason,

"Nonsense!" Draco asserted, "Stop making up silly things just because you're having a Hissy fit when I so happen to be right and you don't like it. We've got what we came for."

"You probably even planned to give me this!" Harry drew up his sleeves, revealing... nothing.

"Yes, Potter." Draco drawled, a smile escaping his lips, "Interesting." Draco inspected the arm where they both clearly saw the Dark Mark burned on there before.

"Wh-What happened?" Harry was amazed; no wonder that sickening bound connection between him and the Dark Lord was snapped; it started to make sense. "The Polyjuice potion wore off... and so the Mark went off!" Harry beamed at the realisation.

"Congratulations, Potter." Draco drawled, grimacing at the rate Harry figured things out.

"Now, if you're finished realising what is gone and didn't even stay on your arm for longer that half a minute... do follow me."

"No." Harry insisted stubbornly,

"Pardon?" Draco asked,

"No. I'm not going. You two go ahead." Harry clarified.

"You do realise this is my cellar, you dolt. You're currently residing in my property." Draco smirked.

Harry pouted.

Hermione giggled remembering the bet they had whether her previous lover did actually pout. It was classic!

"Come on, you two! You're like two girls," Hermione choked out, amidst her uncontrollable laughter.

"Pardon?" Draco sardonically inquired,

"Getting at each other then making up! JEEZ!" Hermione explained, still having her fit. "Just get it over and done with and avoid the ignoring-the-other-person-til-one-of-you-crack stage and make up!"

Harry glared at Hermione. This was so unfair!!! He sighed.

"Hermione's right; I'm sorry." Harry offered out his hand.

Malfoy stood there for a brief second and stared at the out stretched hand. It would've only been fair for him to slap – no, hit (hit is a far manlier word)! – the hand away. Malfoys always get their revenge, Draco remembered the Malfoy code.

Draco shrugged. It wasn't as if he had to take the opportunity offered to him. Maybe later, he bargained with his impish conscience. It wasn't as if Malfoys were fair.

"Right." Was all Draco could manage, refraining from the urge to slap the hand away.

Harry squinted at Draco. It was so hard to tell when he was being sarcastic and when he wasn't. Actually it was like that with all Slytherins, he'd always played it safe and assumed they were alwayssarcastic. Harry never once got the pleasant surprise that you get when assuming the worst in things.

"I am!" Harry assured, remember the earlier mishap and guilt of not finishing Voldemort off.

"And I just agreed with you." Draco stated in a cold voice, Harry didn't know if it was a just-drop-it-and-leave-it thing or an I'm-challenging-you-to-a-sarcastic-duel-with-words thing. Harry decided to leave it and take the safer option.

Hermione forced a cheerful smile. Didn't happen. Once Hermione saw the stressed look beginning to form on Harry's face as he looked at her 'smile', she stopped immediately.

"Like you said; we need to go. And we've got what we came for." She left out the other bit and repeated what Draco said to them earlier on. "Wait... what did we come for?!?"

Draco froze.

"It a list with all the -" Harry began explaining,

"It's a list with all the food that I like for the party I'm having." Draco interrupted,

"– names of all the Muggle born people attending Hogwarts Voldemort wants to target..." Harry trailed off, slightly too late.

"Party? You Know Who? Muggle Born? Why don't I know any of this?" Hermione wailed, shocked at the confessions and scandal she was just informed of.

"I'm having an end of the year party!" Draco announced, standing in the path of Harry and Hermione.

"Draco," Hermione growled as if warning him not to her. "What about the list of Muggle born students?"

Draco stared blankly at her.

Harry sighed.

"We came to Draco's house because we needed to steal the list of Muggle born people in Hogwarts so you would be safe." Harry explained, trying to avoid Malfoys dagger like gaze.

"How did you know about this?" Hermione asked mortified at such thoughts of the extent You Know Who was going to. Harry touched his scare,

"I was having some convincing dreams. Draco came here and asked about. Here we are." Harry said.

"Why didn't I know about this? You could've told me." she glared accusingly at Draco.

"You couldn't have help you knew you would've tried to help. You would've gotten in the way." Draco wasn't offering any other explanation.

Hermione nodded, looking at him and avoided his eyes. She sort of understood.

"Let's see it." She decided to change the subject.

Draco revealed a parchment with a list of names on it.

Hermione felt herself quiver as she reached out for it.

"Burn it!" Harry shrieked.

"It's magical, you dimwit." Draco snapped, clearly holding a grudge against him.

"How do we get rid of it?" Harry grimaced.

"I'll find out a way." Draco snatched the parchment from Hermione's hands.

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"I can't believe it!" Harry chuckled. "I tripped over that when Lucius was leading me out to the balcony!" Harry referred to the little handle that made a bump in the carpet. Hermione inspected the clever way the carpet was placed; how shrewdly the crack seemed covered.

"Let's go." Draco muttered, his sour mood still intact. Draco was afraid the Malfoy security would pick up on the 'intruders', especially a Mudblood.

Draco led them to the balcony, where the disturbing events happened. Lighted now by the pure sun, it didn't look half as fearful as it had before.

From with in the robes, Draco revealed an ebony knife and the blade song ironically as he sliced it through his hand, reopening a healing wound.

"Teredore," Draco shouted, knowing his father would be anywhere but at home; knowing his mother would do anything but care.

The Thestral raced towards him with unnatural speed, the same creature that made a lump in Harry's throat the first time he saw it. The winged horse still captured the elegance its owner that called it had and that sight alone was enough to leave anyone in awe.

"Come." Draco instructed and they weren't sure if he was talking to them, or the Thestral.

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Landing on the astronomy tower and nearly blinded by the shocking image of Blaise and a fifth year; Hermione and Harry hurriedly walked back to their common room where everyone was sure to miss them. Draco channelled his fury on Blaise.

"Hey; where were you for so long?" Blaise asked,

"None of your business." Draco replied mystified and glared at the girl with malice until she decided to run away.

Blaise shrugged. Draco was having one of his moods. Better to just take it all and let it slide, he knew.

"I guess your not in the mood for news." Blaise shrugged again and started to walk off. The sun, which was now setting, was starting to blare in his face and it annoyed him.

Draco rolled his eyes, did Blaise really think reverse psychology would work?

"Teredore." Draco couldn't help but reveal. Blaise only nodded, making Draco want to strangle him even more.

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"WHAT???" Draco rampaged; the walls seemed to shake in his wake.

Draco dropped the Daily Prophet he was reading, not even finishing the article and not getting further than the front page. He had been away and Blaise had saved the paper from a day ago to show him. The whole school knew.

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