A/N: well, ok yes, it's late, yes, it is most probably drivel, but…

It's my longest ever yet, it's taken days of just rambled thoughts, so don't mind the random philosophy thrown in…

Dracademented: Yet again, another hilarious review, thank you so much. Weirdo… I think I may have sorted out that whole Author Alert thing out now… thank gods…

YOU FINISHED? YOU ENDED ONE OF THE GREATEST FICS EVER WROTE? AND THEN YOU LEFT US WITH THE PROMISE OF A YULETIDE SURPRISE? HOW THE HELL COULD YOU!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

ElectraBlack: Hey beautiful. Life is too weird at the moment…

Disclaimer: Ok well, I say let her sue, and become a world famous tyrant swindling poor little kids such as myself out of their pocket money because she wants a new purple Jacuzzi or something…

The two figures strode down the hallway, cloaks billowing behind; hair pushed back in annoyance, revealing deep eyes of onyx, narrowed eyes of frosted glass, and two identical smirks. Students on their way to class changed direction on the spot, deliberately avoiding any corridor Blaise and Draco were in at that moment. They wanted to keep their limbs intact.

And with good reason. Both Draco and Blaise had a knowing glint in their eyes, a warning to anyone that might pester them.

"Look at the filth, Draco. How they whisper and avoid our gazes. They are nothing, and how they know it…" Draco smirked. Despite the fact they were pure blood, Draco knew that that would not nearly mean as much, if the half-bloods and muggle-born let the pure-bloods have the attitude they did.

"Indeed…" The two entered the musky library, the essence of old books filling their noses, as they strode over to Madam Pince's desk.

"Good morning, Draco, Blaise. What can I do for two such lovely boys?" the woman smiled at them kindly, peering over her glasses that were perched at the end of her nose.

"Good morning. We wish to collect a book from the restricted section. Professor Snape has signed for it." She nodded, and then, opening her huge reference catalogue, scanned several pages, all filled with small neat eloquent print.

"Ah, here we are. 'The First Index of the Potions and Passageways of Aura', is that correct?" Blaise and Draco both nodded, and she reached for a quill to sign the book off. "A magnificent read; an extremely detailed account of the first accounts of -work; Now, ensure Professor Snape is aware that this book is extremely rare, expensive, and close to my heart."

"We will do, Madam."

"Good good. Let me just check that signature slip…" she rummaged around her desk drawers for her Self Dating Stamper as Blaise slid it across the desktop. Soon, the slip had been stamped, the book had been handed to Draco, and she began to help another student with their request. The two subtly rushed from the room, and headed down into the safety of the dungeons.

"Ha! It worked! I cannot believe that old bat fell for it!"

"Must have been my good looks and charming manners…" Draco kissed the front cover of the book. "I cannot believe this. In my hands, lies one of the most sought after books ever wrote, and it lay rotting in our school library, for months on end, before we'd even finished looking in our own libraries back at the manors."

"Do you know what this means? Now, we can finally work on it all, finally we can find out what those carvings in the third garden mean."

"But how are we going to transfer this to your manor, to translate the wall carvings, when we only have the book for three days?"

"We're going to have to copy it, make a complete carbon copy of it, and send back the new one. I am not letting this out of my hands again…"

Dusk approached in all its glory, casting strange shadows through the castle as a figure sped through the corridors, sliding to a stop outside a set of double doors, and pushing them open.

"Mister Zabini. I was afraid you weren't coming…" Blaise simply panted, and slid the book over the desk, to Madam Pince, who pulled out her Self Dating Stamper, and stamped the catalogue, just as the grandfather clock in the corner struck six. She gave him a smile. "You made it just in time. Where would that delightful Mister Malfoy be hmmm? You two are usually inseparable…"

"He's off fucking some Hufflepuff whore. He always does get a little desperate for guys at sunset. He'll call at your chambers at nine pm tonight. Goodnight Madam Pince." Blaise smirked as the librarian gasped, and nearly fell off her chair, looking slightly disappointed and extremely horrified. That would teach Draco for telling Professor Sinistra that Blaise wanted her, naked and horny, on the desk they were stood around. Sure, she was hot, but did Draco really have to say that to her then? And admittedly, he did end up sleeping with her, but Draco telling her had ruined his fun, and that was unforgivable.

"And what are you smirking at?" Draco looked up at Blaise to see a sly grin plastered over his face.

"Oh, nothing much…" Draco let out a sigh of relief, but then Blaise continued to speak. "Madam Prince expects you to be at her quarters at nine pm…" Draco let out a roar, and after slamming his book down, he lunged for Blaise, who had burst out laughing, and ran out of the dormitory, into a packed common room. Everyone turned to observe the pair as they raced around the room, Draco bright red with anger. People were jeering, shouting cat-calls and wolf-whistles. This was irrelevant, as now Draco had Blaise pinned down on the rug, and his eyes were dangerously narrowed.

"Tell me what you said, Zabini." Blaise shook his head, and Draco lunged for his neck. A couple of seconds later, and Blaise was now a shade of crimson. "NOW!"

The whole common room was silent, students peering over each other, smirking at the pair.

"I-I only t-told he-r t-that you were off f-fucking sssome Hufflepuff whore-" Blaise spluttered as Draco tightened his grip. The other Slytherins winced at the implications of the insult.

"Bullshit! What did you say after that?"

"Er… that t-he whore w-wassss a g-guy…" Another groan echoed from the crowd.

"Blaise I am asking you one final time, what the fuck did you say to her?"

"T-that you p-prefer guys at d-dusk, a-and that you'd be at her chambers b-by nine." Draco drew his fist back, and punched it into Blaise's jaw line. The crowd cheered, and returned to their conversations. Pansy, who had been hovering near-by leapt to Blaise as Draco clambered off him, and stormed into the dormitories.

"Oh baby, did he hurt you?" Blaise winced as Pansy felt around the swelling bruise for breaks. "I mean, that was a tad uncalled for, him hitting you like that, found out what happened from that Jenny Culter whore in 6th year, she had been in the library when you were, did she say anything to you? I hope she didn't, tainting the Cutler bloodline, although I must admit, her father ruined it marrying her mother-"

"Pansy. You're prodding my broken jaw. Please desist."

"Well I need to know where to heal, I'm not letting you go up to that muggle-loving woman who couldn't heal a paper cut…" she pointed her wand at the nearest wall lamp, and it lit instantly, illuminating a huge purple bruise. Pansy gasped. "So, why did he over-react so?"

"Because I swore to the Malfoy name. I told her he'd have to be there at nine, so he's gona have to be there at nine. His word is law."

"Eh? Baby you're making no sense."

"Pansy, Draco sent me on an errand in his name, and as I made a vow in his name, he has to oblige." She sniggered.

"Draco? And Madam Pince? That shouldn't be allowed…"

"Two and a half hours to think up of something… just something simple… nothing too hard… two and a half hours… think Draco think…" his eyes trailed over the dormitory, over his bed, and then Blaise's; Crabbe's, Goyles, and Anton's. And their trunks. Anton's trunk to be exact. A smirk appeared on a pale face.

Leaping off his bed, and over to Anton's side, he skidded to a halt, and plonked himself down in front of the trunk. Opening it slightly, he poked his wand in, as something stirred inside, and began to growl.

"Palifium."

Opening the trunk fully, he peered inside, and there, sat at the bottom snoring, was a small pink Rabbit, about the size of a bludger, and extremely fluffy. Draco snorted as he gently picked up the miniature pom-pom like creature, and laid it on the end of the bed, where it continued to snore gently.

"Kneazle my ass."

"Why doesn't he just not go?"

"Come on Pansy, you know the Pure-Blood honour line. Do you want some mid-fifties muggle-born to have some leverage over him?" She shook her head, as she began dabbing purple potion onto Blaise's jaw.

"You should go check Draco, babe. He's been in there for a while now."

"Not long enough… only an hour. I'll go in, in an hour. Let my jaw set first."

"Well stop talking then! Just because it doesn't hurt doesn't mean it isn't broken."

Draco sorted through Anton's belongs, all expensive and rare, from socks to fine eagle owl feather quills. Right at the bottom was what Draco had thought of. A small wooden box, square, and intricately carved. He grinned as he opened it up, and gazed down at the contents. Ten tiny vials were carefully placed inside, all full of different potions. Draco picked out the one he was searching for, and closed the box up, returning all items to original positions, including the snoring pink fluffy rabbit. Draco was grinning like a maniac as he closed up the trunk, and

Clambered over to his own cupboard. Slowly pulling open the aged oak door, Draco rummaged around inside, looking for something. Within minutes it was found; a sheathed stealth knife, a cold silver serpent for a handle, and green swirls of colour twirling in the leather. Smirking, he unsheathed the blade in a flash of silver, and ran it up the side of his left-hand ring finger. Crimson swamped over pale icy flesh, and Draco carefully bled the drips into the vial, where the liquid imploded on itself, sloshing out of the small glass, a brilliant silver colour. Gently wiping the blade, and re-sheathing it once more, he slipped back into the cupboard, and sped out from the dormitories.

He saw heads turn as he slinked past small clusters of Slytherins, all who had turned to face the boy as he headed for the fireplace, and more so, the two figures sat by it. Sneaking up right behind Blaise, he reached out, and yanked a fist full of midnight hair out. A loud cry of indignance was let out and ignored, as Draco turned, and added them to the vial in his other hand. The potion hissed and spluttered, turning a shadowy midnight colour.

"Draco. Please tell me that isn't what I think it is…"

"Do you want me to lie?"

"Yes."

"Then no, it isn't." Blaise groaned.

"And you've put yours into it?"

"Yep…" Draco had his infamous smirk in place as Blaise reached out for the vial, and in seconds had swallowed the contents in one gulp.

"You owe me…"

"You brought it upon yourself and no one else, botheren."

((Dearest brother))

Fifteen minutes later, 'Draco' appeared outside the Teacher chamber corridor. Slowly walking by each door, surveying the gold leaf name on each, with an intense look of disgust, 'Draco' halted outside the end door. Taking a deep breath, he raised a pale fist to the door, and subtly knocked. There was a muffled cry from inside, and then the sound of a door slamming. Several seconds later the door flew open, revealing an extremely flushed Madam Pince, and she grinned greedily at him. She beckoned for him to come in, and he followed, shaking his head.

"Done, o darling brother…" Draco jumped as Blaise wandered into the dormitories, and over to the far corner desk where Draco was sat, studying a book. Draco half turned in greeting, and then resumed studying, for a split second, before nearly breaking his neck as he snapped back.

"Blaise? What the fuck? Who's does that belong to!?!?"

"Pardon brother?"

"You're covered in yellow blood! Which Hufflepuff's aura did you drain-" Draco's eyes narrowed. "Please tell me that isn't her aura blood."

"Ask me no questions, and I will tell you no lies. I am going to get a shower. Care to join me?" Draco burst out laughing.

"In your dreams Zabini. What if Pansy found out?"

"She already knows you watch me undress…" Blaise sped from the room, leaving a growling Draco, and a small trail of fluorescent footprints.

"Ginny. Eat, now." a voice sounded from behind a mountain of plates and bowls filled with sausages, and bacon, mushrooms and tomatoes, cornflakes, toast and kippers. A shock of red hair appeared behind it all.

"Ron, for the last time, I already have!"

"I didn't see you, therefore you haven't, now eat. Have some kippers, or bacon…"

Ginny slammed her glass down, sloshing orange juice all over the surrounding plates of food.

"Next time you feel like pretending to care, try a little harder, Ron!" She reached out, and pushed his bowl of cornflakes and plate of kippers into his lap, and left the table, slamming the great hall doors behind her. She clambered up the main staircase, and turned into the transfiguration corridor, as an arm reached out, puling her into an alcove.

"What the f-"

"Very dramatic, milady. You should have seen his face."

"Draco?" He smirked, and brushed the platinum hair from his eyes.

"The one and only. How are you this fine morning?"

"Livid, gods damn him, who the hell does he think he is?"

"Here lies the problem milady. He does not think, nor will he ever." Ginny smirked.

"Indeed. Oh, I've heard a rumour. Did you sleep with Madam Pince last night?" Draco paled, and shook his head.

"No, it was Blaise. Speaking of which, did you know he asked me to have a shower with him last night?"

"I'm presuming you didn't?" Draco's eyes narrowed. "Was this after, or before Madam Pince?"

"After… poor Pansy. He's probably been put off female flesh for a while…"

"And you say he turned to you?" Draco gasped.

"Milady! I come to see your status, and instead I am turned into a metaphorical punch-bag!"

"That is what servants are for, Draco…"

"Since when did you become so royal?!?"

"Who is to say I haven't changed, only hidden my inner self?" Draco sighed, leaning against the corridor wall.

"Strange days lately… Not that I am complaining, although I have one query."

"Well what is it?" Draco took in a deep breath, and composed himself. A Malfoy never pondered, merely stated the facts.

"How certain are you that in a year and a half, once you leave, that England will be yours?"

Ginny stared at Draco. It had taken her months to summon up the courage to merely think about asking that question, and here stood a Malfoy, who simply stated it, without even batting an eyelid.

"I have no idea, no impulse as to what would happen if in one moment, our world we plan fell down around our feet, and how on earth and beyond we would be able to manage the pressure to flee…"

Draco stared at Ginny. He figured he had most probably spoken out of turn, but he had to say it, if only to receive a response…

"I will not let that happen… we will never flee, because we have nothing to flee from, and there will never be anything to flee from. Earth and beyond? There is nothing beyond, only this rock were consequences of old traces of magic set up a whole world. Fear nothing, never fear fear in itself, because fear is only you telling yourself that your mind and soul are looking out for each other. You will never be scared again, this I promise you…"