Another chappy for you guys. Hope you like. Merry xmas and happy new year.

Thanks to: poetrychik – I was looking through old chappies and I don't think I ever thanked you for reviewing ages ago! So…if I didn't…I'm sorry and I'm glad you like it. If I did…well…glad you like it! Lol

Hatred in a box – I'm glad you still like it…and anyone can write, they just have to practise. I read some of the stuff I did a few years ago and it was crap…but now ppl tell me I'm brilliant. So…practise. Enjoy!

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Telling Ginny had taken a lot of the weight of sharing a body with Amelie and the pheonix off Hermione's shoulders. Ginny kept her word and didn't say anything to anyone, although sometimes she kicked Hermione to stop her acting too Amelie-ish. But Hermione couldn't help it. Living in such close proximity to Amelie all the time and listening to her complain, bitch, comment and observe constantly had meant that Amelie had rubbed off somewhat on her.

Several weeks later, Hermione was sitting on the couch reading in front of the fire when Malfoy stormed in, furious at something. She barely looked up from her book, an angry Malfoy wasn't anything particularly new.

Then the sound of him stomping around and slamming doors stopped, and Hermione looked up from her book to see him standing in front of her. His eyes were slate-grey, and there was a pale pink flush on his cheekbones, marring his ivory skin.

"Yes?" she asked innocently.

Malfoy immediately launched into a diatribe slandering her, her family, her friends, her life, her blood, her hobbies and just about everything else when Amelie got sick of it.

"Raeve." She said softly. Malfoy stopped dead, his eyes widening. Amelie, who had control at that point, raised an eyebrow. "Was there anything else, Malfoy?" Malfoy said nothing, just stared. She snapped her fingers. "Malfoy? Are you there?"

"What did you just say?"

"I asked if-"

"No. Before that."

"I said Raeve, meaning silence. The noun, sometimes the adjective, why?"

"How do you know that word?" he hissed, approaching her and hanging over her, a tactic to intimidate her. Needless to say, with a father like Voldemort, a seventeen-year-old guy doesn't scare you very much.

"I know the language, Malfoy. And you know there's only one way to learn it. So back off." She stood up, and he was forced to move back.

"You're a deatheater? This is priceless!" he smirked.

"I'm no deatheater, Malfoy. And its really none of your business how I know it. Just watch your step." Amelie walked off, letting her bedroom door slam behind her and Malfoy before she collapsed onto the bed.

Fuck piss shit bollocks. she groaned.

You've buggered it now, haven't you. Hermione said with a sigh.

Not quite. Only the top deatheaters know that language, not any of the novices. So he'll, if he has any sense, assume that I'm, or rather you're, one of the top deatheaters and therefore assume Voldemort knows we're here.

And if he doesn't?

Then we'll end up facing Voldemort sooner than we'd hoped.

Damn.

Despite Amelie's trepidation at letting some of the deatheater's language slip, it wasn't enough to stop her using it in the following Potions lesson, when Snape paired them up, and Malfoy assumed it was an opportunity to taunt Hermione. He seemed to have forgotten the episode that night when she had let it slip. Malfoy, being the annoyed dickwad he had the amazing capability to be, had shoved, poked, and spilled stuff all over Hermione 'accidentally-on-purpose' until Amelie finally snapped, and snatching back control called him a pathetic excuse for a pureblood in the deatheaters language, one of the worst insults those oh-so-clever pureblood deatheaters could think up. Malfoy immediately shut up and stared in shock, and Snape, who was passing, glared at her.

"I'd like to see you both after the lesson." He hissed. They both nodded, and got back to their potion. Malfoy made no more effort to mess it up though. He kept trying to talk about it though.

"So, mudblood, how do-"

"Shut up Malfoy." Hermione muttered.

"But, my dear Miss Granger, why wont-"

"Malfoy, will you please shut up? They're in the room! Do you really want to say anything?" Hermione whispered, jerking her head in Ron and Harry's direction where they stood watching them curiously.

"They don't know, then?"

"Please don't humiliate yourself by thinking that. It's embarassing." Hermione rolled her eyes at his stupidity. If she was a deatheater, she was hardly going to tell Harry and Ron, now was she? Malfoy smirked, then grabbed her ass. She jumped and elbowed him, hard. He winced, but then they both subsided under Snape's glare.

After the lesson, Malfoy and Hermione stayed behind, glaring at each other. Snape shut the door behind the departing students, then whirled on the two teenagers.

"What on earth were you thinking?" he demanded. "You, Malfoy, could have seriously injured Miss Granger. Not that that would be so awful, except that there would be a lot of paperwork to do afterwards, and I would have McGonagall on my back for weeks. And you, Miss Granger! How could you be so careless as to speak that language here, in school, in a room full of students?" he glared at her, and Amelie rolled her eyes.

Don't worry, hun. He's only mad at me for letting you.

That doesn't help the fact I'm in big trouble. Hermione shot back.

"Obliviate." It made Hermione jump, until she saw Snape had his wand pointed at Malfoy, who now looked very confused.

"Sir?" He asked.

"You are dismissed, Mr Malfoy. And please, desist from trying to mortally wound Miss Granger in my class. Off you go." Malfoy sneered at Hermione before disappearing.

"And you, Miss Granger…or should I be speaking to Miss Voldemort?"

"You got me, Severus." Amelie said with a shrug, shunting Hermione aside to take control of the form they shared.

"Amelie, use your common sense. That's the second time in as many days I've had to obliviate Malfoy after he's heard you speak that language. He came to me yesterday, shocked almost beyond belief to find that Gryffindor's golden girl was a deatheater. You can't imagine my surprise when I heard that. I realised what…and who, had happened, and had to obliviate him, only so you could do a repeat performance in front of a room full of Gryffindors and Slytherins! What have you got to say for yourself?" he demanded.

"You should have seen the look on his face, both times, when he heard that." Amelie said simply. "The raise in his opinion from mudblood to high-ranking deatheater was great."

"Next time please refrain from boosting your ego in that manner, would you? I cant obliviate everyone who hears you." Amelie nodded.

"Okay. I'll refrain from saying anything." Snape looked wary, but nodded.

"Good. You may go." Hermione left, once again in control, and Amelie laughed all the way to Care of Magical Creatures.

&

"What was that about?" Harry asked when she arrived in the field by Hagrid's hut. Hermione shrugged.

"Snape wanted us to stop trying to kill each other in his lesson." Amelie answered, since Hermione was uncomfortable lying to them.

"Your voice has gone all funny." Ron said, looking up from the hedgehog looking creature he was meant to be feeding. Amelie coughed, and gave Hermione control in the process.

"Better?" Hermione asked. Ron nodded.

"Yeah."

Oops. Amelie grinned.

You nearly got us screwed for the second time today! Hermione chided.

Really, with whom? I didn't notice…damn. Were they cute?

That's not what I meant and you know it! Hermione snapped.

"Hermione, are you alright? You look kinda out of it." Harry said with concern.

"What? Oh, yeah. Sorry. Just thinking." Hermione said with a smile. Harry gave her a funny look, but said no more.

&

You're going to get us caught! Hermione raged at Amelie while they were in the shower.

Look, princess. This isnt a lot of fun for me, either! Amelie snapped.

You could at least try to cooperate!

I am! You're the one who's so stuck in her own rut she cant do a single thing differently!

I am not stuck in a rut!

Oh please. If you were any more stuck you'd be mining. Amelie shot back. She turned off the hot water with a wrench and stepped out of the bath.

"Whoa there!" Malfoy grinned.

"Accio towel." Amelie said calmly, and the towel obediantly came to her, and she wrapped it around her torso. "Take a picture, Malfoy. They tend to last longer. And they're easier to wank to." Malfoy raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, I don't know…"

"Well, you would know if it was true or not." Amelie said with a shrug, turning her back to start drying off. She was damned if she was going to give Malfoy that kind of show.

Tattoo! Hermione hissed.

"Nice tattoo, Granger." Amelie whirled.

Now you've done it. Hermione sighed.

I'll obliviate him. Amelie answered levelly.

"No, no. Let me see." Malfoy put his hands on her bare shoulders and turned her around so he could see it. Then he hooked one finger under the towel and tugged at it. Amelie let it slip down to expose the tattoo.

Just show him the damn thing why don't you! Hermione cried.

I am, you idiot. Amelie said dryly. If I act cagey about it he'll suspect something. And then he might tell someone who praises him instead of obliviating him!

"That's a big tattoo. When did you get that done?" Malfoy traced the outline with a finger. The contact made her shiver.

"During the summer." Amelie answered. "I wanted a change." The contact ended.

"So you got a bloody great pheonix tattooed on your back? Last time I heard, you've had that since you were five, Amelie." Amelie turned, and saw Malfoy with his arms crossed, leaning against the sink and looking pleased with himself.

"If you're going to be calling me that," Amelie said cooly, "It'll be Lady Amelie to you."

"So you don't deny it." Malfoy said with a smirk.

"What would be the point? But if anyone hears of this…well. I'll tell people just how abominably you've acted to me, after knowing who I was." Malfoy raised an eyebrow.

"Have you any idea how hard your father is looking for you?" Malfoy asked.

"I do. And I'm not ready for him to find me." Amelie walked up to him until they were inches apart. "So don't tell anyone."

"Would I?" he asked disarmingly.

"If you thought it would get you anywhere, then yes. You would."

"Your lack of faith in me is saddening."

"My knowledge of you is depressing." Amelie answered. Malfoy smirked.

"What's it worth to you?"

"How about your life, you immature little rodent?"

"Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines." Malfoy recited.

"How philosophic of you. Now, we have two options. Give me your word that you'll say nothing, and I'll refrain from obliviating you." Amelie said with a smile.

"And if I don't?"

"I would have thought that would be obvious, Mr Malfoy." Amelie said.

"Miss Granger, are you in here?" Professor McGonagall's voice sounded in the room. Amelie held onto her towel with one hand and shoved Malfoy bodily out the bathroom with her other.

"I'll be right there professor. Hold on." She said, not giving Hermione control so her voice was Amelie's. McGonagall shot her a disapproving look and glanced at Malfoy.

"Oh, he knows." Amelie said cheerfully. "He's about as subtle as a flying brick, but he knows."

"Hey!" Malfoy protested. "I am too subtle!"

"Then act like it. Let me get dressed, and I'll be with you in a sec." She smiled, and disappeared back into the bathroom.

We are so screwed! Hermione cried.

We'll be fine. Draco wont say anything for the moment, and so we'll just be semi-open with him until he gets the idea.

How do you know he wont say anything Hermione demanded as Amelie pulled a black vest over her head and buckled her black belt over her jeans, before throwing her robes over the lot and spell-drying her hair and running her hands over her face to charm the makeup on it with the additional help of her metamorphmagus powers. Then she walked out into the common room.

"You might want shoes." Malfoy. said, without looking up from his book.

"Do you know where they are?" She asked.

"In your room." Malfoy answered shortly. She went in her room for about a minute, then came out again.

"Yes, but where? I cant find them!"

"It's okay to be stupid, Granger, but arent you overdoing it?" Malfoy muttered darkly as he got up, stalked into her room, and then her ankleboots, the ones with stiletto heels and round toes, flew out of the room, followed by Malfoy, who returned to his seat moodily. She caught both boots and gave Hermione control while putting them on.

You have to be more subtle. Hermione chided Amelie.

Yes mother. Amelie replied they turned to follow McGonagall, but a word from Malfoy made them pause.

"Wings." Amelie took control briefly enough to swipe her hands over her shoulders and cover up the black wings of the tattooed firebird.

She followed McGonagall out the room, and down to her office.

"May I speak to Amelie?" she said rather coldly. Hermione gratefully relinquished control.

"Lo Minerva." Amelie said cheerfully.

"Can you tell me what exactly you were doing exposing yourself to Draco Malfoy, of all people?" McGonagall demanded.

"I was thinking along the line of preserving my modesty, though that idea fell through." Amelie explained glibly. McGonagall looked unconvinced. "Look, basically, I was getting out the shower when Malfoy walked right in. I grabbed a towel and turned around, but he saw my tattoo. He guessed what was going on, and I figured it would be easier to tell him now than have him guess every other day. He's already been obliviated twice-"

"Severus told me." McGonagall said primly.

"And you know if a person's obliviated too many times they either get brain damaged or they get immune to it. So if he's going to notice every other day, then he might as well know. He wont tell anyone for now, Minerva."

"How can you be sure?"

"Because he knows I'll literally kill him if he does." Amelie said with a shrug.

"Amy!" McGonagall exclaimed reprovingly.

Smooth. Hermione commented.

Bumpy roads are more interesting.

They also break your car, or your leg.

Pessimist.

Optimists believe this is the best possible world. Pessimists fear this may be true.

Arent you the smart-arse today?

Why not?

"Amy?"

"Sorry, Minerva. Internal argument."

"Ah."

Thank god she wasn't familiar with them.

The episode with Dumbledore was enough.

Urc.

Is that a way of saying ew? Because I'm not familiar with it.

"You can be dismissed, girls." Hermione looked up sheepishly.

"Sorry, professor." McGonagall nodded, and Hermione left.

&

When she arrived back at the common room, Malfoy was still sitting there, although he put his book aside when she walked in.

"Sit down." He said, gesturing to one of the arm chairs. Hermione did, sitting sideways so her back was against one of the armrests and her legs hung over the other. "We need to talk."

"So we do." Amelie said, automatically taking control from Hermione. "But I get to go first. If you take this to anyone else, I will cut off your balls and feed them to you. And don't think I'm joking. Because I'm not." Malfoy looked a little green, but he nodded.

"I wasn't planning on telling anyone. I-"

"Wanted to find out what's actually going on first?" Amelie asked sweetly. Malfoy nodded.

"And please, drop the mean-girl act. It's boring." He said nonchalantly. Amelie set the cushion by his knee on fire and he yelped and jumped off the couch. She waved her hand and the fire disappeared, leaving no burn marks.

"Please, Malfoy, sit down." She said disarmingly. He did, looking at her warily. "It's not precisely an act." She said blandly. "I will quite happily set you on fire."

"How are you managing to pull off Granger?" Malfoy asked.

"Call her Hermione, since you call me Amelie."

"Well, I can hardly call you Voldemort." Malfoy reasoned.

"Way to prove my point." Amelie said with a nod. "As to how I'm pulling off Hermione, well," Amelie gave Hermione control. "I am her." Hermione said with a half-smile.

"Impressive, you changed your voice. Lets see if you can do any more tricks." Malfoy drawled.

"Amelie wouldn't know that you offered to be Harry's friend in first year, but he refused you, would she? Nor would she know about your alter-ego as Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret." Hermione smirked, and Malfoy glared.

"I wish you would stop bringing it up." He snarled. Hermione laughed.

"Only when it stops being amusing." She replied with a smile.

"Alright, I'm convinced. Though how you two get on in the same body is beyond me."

"We argue a lot." Amelie replied, taking control. "But that's okay, because I usually win. I'm very easy to please as long as I get my own way."

"I bet you are." Malfoy muttered.

"No, it's true!"

"Trust me, I'm not being sarcastic." Malfoy said darkly.

"So what did you want to talk about?" Amelie asked cheerfully.

"Why are you two…" he waved his hands expressively. "And how the hell?"

"We have no idea why. As to how, we're assuming its because we were murdered at precisely the same time, in nearly the same place. Why we were murdered-"

"You were murdered? Even Granger?" At Amelie's glare, he amended himself. "Even Hermione?"

"Yep. Put a real damper on our evening, let me tell you."

"Someone obviously designed it to work that way, the co-ordinated murders and the body-melding…which means that someone, or several someones, are very aware that you two are together like you are, which means they obviously have some purpose for you." Malfoy folded his arms, obviously thinking very hard.

"Wow." Amelie said finally. He looked up at her. "How very Slytherin of you."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Well, neither me or Hermione thought about the possibility that someone was plotting against us. But you did. Are you normally this paranoid, or is it just a phase?"

"Look, just because I'm paranoid doesn't mean they aren't out to get me." Malfoy defensively. Amelie laughed and stood. As she passed him on her way to her room, she patted him on the head.

"That's my boy." Malfoy twisted to look at her retreating figure.

"Hey! Leave off the hair!" His only answer was a laugh before the door swung shut.

&

The first quidditch game of the season was the following weekend. Slytherin versus Gryffindor.

Do you ever get the feeling that Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff are there to show that Hogwarts encourages equality, as opposed to them having any importance? Amelie asked as Hermione walked into the great hall and headed for the Gryffindor table. Oh, wow. then , as Hermione sat down, her back to the Slytherin table, Hey!

What?

Draco looks so incredibly fucking hot in his quidditch gear, and you sat with your back to him, you bitch! Oh, I love this game. But you sat down facing the wrong way!

If you though he was cute, you should have seen Oliver Wood. Man, he was fine! You can play?

Very well, thanks. I'm really good at it.

And so modest too. I can barely fly. I'm better learning things from books than doing activities like that.

It's easy, though. The trick to flying is throwing yourself at the ground and missing.

That would explain Harry. Speaking of which, he looks good in his gear too.

So he does. Amelie said approvingly as Hermione watched Harry, followed by Ron, walk into the great hall and sit down across from her.

"Hey 'Mione." Ron said as he slid in beside Lavender across from her and started eating with his usual speed, manners and voracity.

That is gross.

"Hey Ron." Hermione said weakly. She turned to Harry, who was eating slower and less messily.

"Hi Harry." She said with somewhat more enthusiasm.

"Why are you nicer to him than me?" Ron whined with his mouth full.

"He's not as disgusting as you are. And it's just too early in the morning to deal with that." Hermione said truthfully.

"Ready to watch us kick Slytherin ass?" Harry asked, changing the subject.

I'm ready to watch Slytherin ass. Amelie volunteered.

That's not quite what he meant. Hermione said reprovingly.

Well, one would hope not. Although I like gay guys. They're fun.

I've never met one. Hermione said flatly.

Oh my god, you have to! Amelie gushed. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"What was that for? Don't think we can beat them, despite our immaculate record?" Harry asked. Hermione shook her head.

"What? I'm sorry, I blanked out for a minute there."

"I asked if you were ready to watch us kick Slytherin ass and you rolled your eyes."

Yummy Slytherin ass. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"There you go again!"

"Life is not about beating Slytherin." Hermione said primly, and Ron nearly spat his food across the table, succeeding instead on dribbling it down his chin. Ginny handed him a napkin while turning to Hermione.

"But watching Slytherin ass? I can do that." She said with a grin, and Hermione laughed as Harry spat his drink into his plate as he choked.

"Ugh, gross, Harry!" Hermione chided, handing him a napkin.

"You are so lucky Hermione, sharing a suite with Draco Malfoy." Ginny said jealously. Hermione smirked.

"I know. All I have to do is be just a little later than him and I get to watch his backside all the way down to meals!"

"Talking about me, ladies?" Hermione looked up and saw Malfoy standing just beside her, looking gorgeous in his quidditch gear.

Oh my. Amelie murmured.

"Yeah. You and your cute ass." Hermione replied, reaching behind him and smacking his ass. He laughed.

"Look don't touch, Hermione."

"Oh man. That is so not fair." Ginny groaned.

"Ginny!" Harry gasped, managing not to spray juice everywhere.

"What? He knows I fancy the hell outta him, so why shouldn't I say it?"

"It's not nice to say things like that in front of Potter." Malfoy chided gently.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot. Sorry Harry." Harry just stared at her.

"What was it you wanted?" Hermione asked.

"So are you going to cheer for me?" Malfoy asked with a grin, his hand on her shoulder. Hermione twisted round.

"Don't make me hit you. Of course I'll be cheering for Gryffindor. Although if your contingent of cheerleaders isnt big enough, I'll say 'go Draco' if it makes you feel better." She rolled her eyes.

"Oh, yeah. It'll make me feel loads better if a Gryffindor's cheering for a Slytherin. That'll be something to write down, and note the day and time."

"Don't be too modest." Hermione said with a grin, staring up at him.

"Oh no. I'm far too smart to let my intelligence, looks and superior flying ability go to my head."

"Yeah." Hermione snorted, brushed his hand off her shoulder and started eating again.

"Superior flying abilities? Compared to what, a slug?" Ron snapped.

"Depends if its being barfed up by you, really, doesn't it?" Malfoy returned smoothly. Hermione sighed and covered her face with her hands.

"What's wrong Hermione?" Ron asked concernedly.

"You know, Ron, its usually better to sacrifice your opponents men." She commented.

"Huh?" Ron asked, confused.

"She means you just totally set yourself up for that one, Ron." Ginny said, standing up. "I have homework. See you guys at the game." She left, and Hermione rose as well. She and Malfoy were so close, since he refused to give her some space, that she could feel the heat coming from his body.

And a fit body it is too. Amelie sighed dreamily.

You're not helping.

"Draco, please move." She implored. He grinned.

"And if I don't?"

"Then I'll make you move." Ron snarled. Draco pulled Hermione towards him so he could talk to Ron over her shoulder, forcing her to put her hands on his waist and rest her chin against his shoulder, since as much as her union with Amelie had made her taller, he was still taller than her.

"Please, Weasley. Don't embarrass yourself. Save it for quidditch pitch."

"Back off Malfoy." Hermione muttered in his ear.

"Or what?" He murmured, sending a sly glance at Harry and Ron, who both went red with fury.

"I'll let Amelie deal with you."

"How is the dear girl?"

In heaven. Amelie sighed happily. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Enjoying herself, I have to say. Now, please. Leave them be."

"Sure." Malfoy said, backing off. "Why should I thrash them here when I can beat them into the ground where everyone can see?" He grinned at her.

"Ahem." Dumbledore said, looking at them mischieviously. Draco turned around, and slid his arm around Hermione's waist. She pushed his hand down, and held it away from her, down behind her back. His thumb started running across her palm, and she flushed.

"Stop it." She hissed, not looking at him. He chuckled.

"I'd like to wish both teams good luck for the upcoming game." He began. "I'm sure it'll be quite…interesting. For other news, I'm glad to announce there will be both a Halloween Ball, and a Yule Ball. These will be arranged by our two head students," he paused to nod at Hermione and Draco. Draco tightened his hold on her hand, which was trying to get free, and she dug her nails in. "So if you have any ideas you'd like to put forward, see them." He nodded and sat down, and Hermione wrenched her hand away.

"Draco!" she said annoyed. He was inspecting the red crescent-moons her fingernails had marked onto his skin.

"Look at this." He said, with mock-annoyance.

"It serves you right."

"I'm going to kill you!" Ron exclaimed, coming around the table and lunging for Draco. Harry and Hermione caught his arms and dragged him backwards towards the door.

"I'll talk to you later." She mouthed, and Draco folded his arms and watched with amusement as Hermione and Harry dragged Ron back and out of the big double doors.