Draco goes up the stairs and to his room.
After he opens the door, he sets the puppy gently onto his bed the closes the door.
Turning back to his bed, he sees a white Persian on the bed inching towards the hurt puppy.
"No, Jasmine," Draco says and picks up the cat. "He's not a toy."
Draco walks to a corner and puts Jasmine in her cage.
"You have to stay in there for a little while, Jas," Draco says closing then locking the door to the cage.
Draco walks to his trunk at the end of his bed.
He opens it and pulls out a wash cloth and a bottle of dark green liquid with the label,
'Fast healing potion
Apply to cuts with wash cloth
Cuts will heal in seconds'
'Too bad I don't know any healing spells,' Draco thinks taking the cork out of the top. 'This will have to do.'
Draco pours some on to the wash cloth and puts it onto the puppy's cuts.
The cuts quickly disappear.
"Hopefully you don't have any internal bleeding," Draco says putting the wash cloth back into his trunk.
Instead of closing it, he pulls out a square mirror with stars lining the boarders.
He sits down on the bed next to the puppy that is now sleeping.
Draco looks into the mirror.
"Show me my love," He says. "Show me Harry Potter."
An image appears on the surface.
It is of Harry talking with Weasel and Granger.
"Too bad this thing does have sound," Draco says. "But at least I can watch him without being caught."
After watching Harry for a few minutes, Draco speaks again, "Show no more of my love. Show me not Harry Potter."
The image slowly fades then disappears.
Draco sighs as he puts the mirror back into his trunk.
"I can't tell him," He says. "No matter what I said to Pixe, I can't tell Harry how I feel."
After they ate, Fred and George left having to go back to their store.
"Good bye to…" Fred says.
"You, Madamassile," George says and they both kiss Pixe's hand then leaves.
"I should go see, Draco," Pixe says. "Tom, can I have a grilled cheese sandwich brought up to Draco's room, please?"
"Of course, Miss. Pixe," Tom says and goes into the back.
"Pixe?" Hermione asks.
"Yes, Hermione?" Pixe asks.
"What is your last name?" Hermione asks.
"Don't have one," Pixe says.
"How…" Hermione says.
"I'll tell you about it someday," Pixe says. "Mrs. Wesley, dinner tonight? Maybe I can pursue Draco into coming, too. If that is alright with you?"
"If he minds his manners, then that will be find," Mrs. Wesley says.
"But mum…" Ron and Ginny say together.
"Don't you two get started. I'm not changing my mind," Mrs. Wesley says.
"Good," Pixe says. "I'll see you guys then."
Then Pixe walks up the stairs to Draco's room.
She knocks on the close door.
"Draco, can I come in?" She asks.
"Yeah," Draco says.
Pixe opens the door, walks in, and closes the door behind her.
She sees Draco sitting cross-legged on his bed and eating the sandwich that was sent up to him seconds earlier.
"What's wrong?" Pixe asks sitting down next to him. "Is the puppy alright?"
"He's fine," Draco says. "Just sleeping."
"Then what is troubling you, young dragon?" Pixe asks.
"I can't," Draco says.
"Can't what?" Pixe asks.
"I can't tell him my feeling," Draco says.
"Why don't you become friends first?" Pixe says.
"I don't know how to," Draco says.
"Well first for dinner tonight; have it down stairs with everyone else," Pixe says.
"Tonight?" Draco asks.
"Yes, tonight," Pixe says. "And I want you to be on your best behavior. These people are good people and don't deserve the crap you give everyone else."
"Ok. I'll be good," Draco says. "Anyway, I'm always good in front of adults."
"There will be four adults there so be extra good," Pixe says.
"Four?" Draco asks.
"Yes, four," Pixe says. "Mr. and Mrs. Wesley and Mr. and Mrs. Granger."
"Muggles?" Draco asks.
"Yes, muggles," Pixe says. "What is the big deal?"
"You know my dad. You know what the big deal is," Draco says.
"I know that Lucius isn't here. He's locked up in Azkaban and that's where he is going to stay," Pixe says. "I also know that you are nothing like him. You're so much like your mother."
"You knew my mum?" Draco asks.
"Knew?" Pixe asks. "Oh! So you know that Narcissa isn't your real mum?"
Draco nods then says, "She got really drunk one night when I was around 6, and told me every secret she kept. She said 'how she couldn't have children and how grateful she was when I came into her life.' I didn't know if she was telling me the truth or not so the next day I asked her about it and she confirmed it. She also said not to tell Lucius that I know but she didn't say why."
"What other secrets did she tell you?" Pixe asks.
"A lot of stuff I didn't understand," Draco says. "Still don't."
"Like what?" Pixe asks.
"Stuff," Draco says. "I don't really remember."
Draco looks up at Pixe.
"I wonder why she didn't want Lucius to know that I know," He says.
"Who know?" Pixe asks. "She was probably drunk when she told you that."
Draco looks down at his lap.
"Yeah," He says. "Probably."
"Oh," Pixe says taking off her backpack. "You forgot this at the bookstore."
She opens he backpack, pulls out a book and hands it to Draco.
"Why did you have to go to Knockturn Alley to get this?" Draco asks.
"Aren't you full of questions today," Pixe says. "Well, some white witches and wizards, those who practice white or good magic, believe that elementary magic, those involving the elements, are black or evil magic which is so not true. They just fear what they don't understand. Like most muggles with magic or witches and wizards with muggle devices."
"I see what you mean," Draco says. "Are you going to be the new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher?"
"Yes," Pixe says.
"Every year, so far, we have gotten a new teacher for that class because something happens or is found out about them," Draco says. "I don't want anything to happen to you."
"Because you are worried about what will happen to you if something happens to me?" Pixe asks.
"That and… I'm worried about you," Draco says.
"No need to be, mi petit dragon. I can take care of my self," Pixe says. "Unlike some people I know."
"Not that again," Draco says. "I'm 16, Pixe. I don't need someone to look after me."
"Yes you do," Pixe says. "You have a choice ahead of you that will decide your future."
"What choice?" Draco asks.
"Whether you will fight on the light or dark side," Pixe says.
"I don't have much of a choice seeing who my father is," Draco says.
"Everyone, even you has that choice," Pixe says.
"Sure," Draco says. "And Potter feels the same about me as I do about him."
"Don't think that is out of you reach," Pixe says. "Anything is possible."
"This is impossible," Draco says.
"We'll see," Pixe says smiling.
"What do you have planned?" Draco asks.
"What makes you think I have anything planned?" Pixe asks.
"I don't know. You just seem that you do," Draco says then looks down at his lap. "Guess I'm wrong."
"Just because you can't see the plan doesn't mean there is no plan there," Pixe says.
"So you are planning something?" Draco asks.
"I didn't say that," Pixe says.
"So you're not planning anything?" Draco asks.
"I didn't say that either," Pixe says.
"Can't you give a straight answer for once?" Draco asks.
"Now why would I do that?" Pixe asks.
"So I don't go crazy," Draco says.
"You have to do better than that, dragon," Pixe says.
"So you are ok with me going crazy?" Draco asks.
"Perfectly fine with that," Pixe says. "We need new members."
"You're crazy," Draco says.
"Sometimes you have to be crazy to survive in this world," Pixe says.
"What do you mean?" Draco asks.
"Nothing. Nothing. Just forget it," Pixe says. "Look, I have to do some stuff this afternoon so at six, I want you to go down stairs for dinner."
"I don't know, Pixe," Draco says.
"Look, if you want to get together with Harry, you have to show him that you aren't the person he has seen for these 5 years," Pixe says. "By being kind to Mr. and Mrs. Wesley and Mr. and Mrs. Granger, you are showing him that and you don't even have to talk to him even though you are dying to."
"I'm not dying to talk to him," Draco says.
"No. You are dying because you aren't talking to him," Pixe says.
"Don't you have to be somewhere now," Draco says.
"Oh right," Pixe says. "Dinner. Tonight. Be there."
"Ok," Draco says. "Bye."
"Bye," Pixe says. "And cheer up."(Pie, Pix, Pixie, Pixel, Pixy, Pixely)
Pixe opens the door and steps out.
"Oh and what are you going to do with the puppy?" She asks.
"I'll think of something," Draco says.
"Just don't dump him out on the streets," Pixe says. "You saw what happened to him when some stupid asshole did that."
"I promise," Draco says.
"And take Jasmine out of her cage," Pixe says. "She hates it in there."
With that said, Pixe closes the door behind her leaving Draco alone with his thoughts.