Weeks went by, and no attacks. Of course, it took a few months for the second attack, but they did as they were told, and didn't go anywhere without each other. They all went to Argon on Wednesdays. News about the second attack got out. Mostly because there was a couple witnesses who told friends who told friends and so on.

Hermione and Draco were walking to Potions. Draco had his head down; he was thinking.

"Draco, what's the matter?" asked Hermione.

"Nothing, I'm fine. I'm just thinking," said Draco. He looked up at Hermione and smiled. Worried filled his mind; she was worried also…about him.

"You've been thinking since the last attack," said Hermione.

"I know," said Draco.

"What's wrong?" asked Hermione.

"It's nothing," lied Draco. He didn't like lying to her, but he couldn't tell her yet. "Really, don't worry about it." He added when he saw the disbelieving look on her face.

"Ok, but you know, I'm always here for you," said Hermione. They stepped inside the classroom and sat down.

'Will she really be right here when I tell her? Will she be right next to me when I need her the most? She probably already knows, considering she's friends with Harry and Weasley,' Draco thought about that all through his classes for that day.

Dumbledore had added a portrait that led to his office. Just in case something like this would, they could easily go through the portrait and get them.

"I need to talk to Dumbledore. I'll be right back in about an hour," said Draco that night. Everyone looked at him.

"Ok," said Hermione. "I'll be right here."

'Yes, but will you after I tell you?' thought Draco as he went through the portrait.

"Ah, Mr. Malfoy, I've been expecting to see you since the attack," Draco looked at him. "You see, your 'No sir' was the same thing Harry said to me about five years ago. In the end, he told me what was really bothering him. I knew there was something wrong, I just didn't want to press the matter. So, what is it you want to tell me?"

"I just wanted to know what the prophecy said. I mean, I'm the heir of Voldemort now that my father died. How is it that I, Voldemort's heir, have to kill him?" asked Draco.

"Ah, well, the first one, the one that doesn't mention you, says, 'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not...and either must die at the hand if the other fir neither can live while the other survives...the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...'" said Dumbledore.

"Ok, what does the one where I'm in say?" asked Draco.

"It's actually the second part to it. It says, 'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...he will be helped by the Dark Lord's heir...together they will defeat the Dark Lord if they kill him at the same time...'" said Dumbledore.

Draco ran this over in his had. "Who told you this?"

"Professor Trelawney," simply said Dumbledore.

"I thought she was a fraud," said Draco.

"No, but that would be her third real prediction," said Dumbledore.

"Oh," said Draco. "When did she say this?"

"Over the summer at the Hogshead," said Dumbledore.

"Oh, so it's a really new prophecy," said Draco.

Dumbledore nodded, "Yes." Draco looked at down his shoes. This was all confusing. 'Don't worry, Harry was confused too when he found out his prophecy."

"Oh," said Draco, "well, that's all I wanted to know. Thanks."

"You welcome," Dumbledore said as Draco left.