Old Wounds: Chapter Two.

Summary: (DM-HG-SS triangle.) She's had her troubles, she got them. But when Hermione stumbles across a forbidden potion, all hell will break loose. And who will be there to save her? Draco or Severus? But what does Severus and Draco have to do with this potion to begin with?

Disclaimer: All characters, places and things in this story belong to J.K. Rowling. Well, at least most of them.

Chapter Two: Amonei Curi.


"Malfoy! Get your ass out here, RIGHT NOW!" Hermione's voice raged through the Head Common Room.

"Coming, Granger," Draco muttered as he entered the Common Room, his voice all sarcastic-cheer.

"What the hell was that awful man doing here? In MY common room?" she snapped, her eys narrowing.

Draco took a seat near the fireplace, looking quite smug; though he was cursing his father inside. "You mean my father?" Draco played dumb, knowing this would only anger her futher. He knew it pissed him off with the fact that he had dirtied the carpet by which Hermione have earlier, and later, graced.

His father had somehow, much to Draco and Narcissa horror, conned his way out of a sentencing it Azkaban; as you would expect. And he didn't even have to lie about his loyalty to the Dark Lord. Draco knew it was all a set up, practically everyone knew. That nosey Rita Skeeter had tried to dig up some dirt on the load of Lucius spun on his trial day; with no avail, which happened to crush the last of Draco's hopes of losing the hugest in his life.

Draco hated his father more than anyone; anyone. And anyone did include Potter. He had to be the most dispicable person to have ever lives, next to the Dark Lord, of course.

"Yes, your bloody father!" Hermione raged, towering over him at this point.

Draco sighed, not even fased by this. Hermione didn't scare him, she was powerful, but he was quite aware of his own capabilities; as most people were these days. "He had business with Dumbledore," Draco easily lied, "It was just a friendly father-son hello."

Hermione's eyebrows raised. "And why i it that I don't believe you?"

"Granger, Granger, Granger. You need to learn to relax. A little r. and r. might do you some good."

Hermione grunted a noise of frustration, much like the on Draco himself had done that night. She then turned on her heel and stormed into her room, slamming the door behind herself with such force the windows shook.

Hermione seemed as angry as Potter had been when he found out Lucius had evaded Azkaban. The thought of that slimy, deceiving, evil man running loose in England made her shiver, though not as much as the thought of his son still calling encounters with that man 'friendlt father son hello's.' It sickened her almost as much as the thought of Voldemort himself.

Draco sunk further into the armchair in which he sat.

Did he disgust her? Would she find the thought of Severus Snape more enticing than he, Draco Malfoy? This thought was too much for Draco to consider at this moment. Severus Snape wasn't exactly the person he wanted to spend his nights thinking about.

He sighed again, though different to the sigh he had faked for Hermione. His eyes travelled over the floor in his current boredom, now that terrorising Hermione had passed. His eye caught on a few scattered pieces of parchment of the carpet.

Had they been there this whole time? Or had Hermione accidentally dropped them?

He scooped up the papers and read the first paragraph:

Amonei Curi, or Amnesia Curosia, is a forbidden potion, only concocted by the most skilled of all potion masters. The potion is designed to rid all thoughts of forgetfullness from the human mind (this potion does not work on any creature that does not have a human mind) and restores lost memories.

Draco lifted him eyes from the parchments. He... he knew of this potion. His eyes fell onto Hermione's door. Why was she looking up a forbidden potion. She wouldn't dare attempt to concoct it, would she? She would kill herself, or be killed. Either way, she had no idea what was about to get herself into.

He jumped slightly as Hermione's door burst open and she came striding out of her room. Her eyes searched the floor as she ignored Draco completely.

She cursed under her breath as her eyes swung across the floor once more. Suddenly, her eyes snapped to Draco.

Draco fidgeted in his armchair slightly. He sat, frozen, with the parchment resting soundly in his hand. His eyes looked from the parchment then back to Hermione.

Hermione's eyes narrowed as her eyes noticed the parchment.

She snatched the papers from his grip and without a word, exited to Common Room, again.

Draco silently watched her go, knowing he should say something, but just couldn't bring himself to do it. Then the thought reached his mind. The information that Lucius wished him to extract, it didn't have anything to do with this potion, did it? He wouldn't hurt Hermione right?

He didn't have anything to do with the disappearance of Madame Tequelle Fantae, did he?

Amonei Curi was Madame Fantae's latest work before she had vanished. And if she had gone missing while making it, it didn't mean Hermione would be taken just for researching it, right?

Right? Right?

Draco's mind raced.

Now he had to talk to Hermione.

But if she didn't listen? That wasn't an option. She had to listen.

Draco leapt out of his armchair and pounded on Hermione's door.

"Her-Granger, open the door!" he called through.


I know this is a short chapter, I'm really sorry. But I wanted to leave it here, other wise I might make it too, too long.

Sorry again.

Until, next chapter.