A/N- I can't tell you how awesome you guys are to me. Each review seriously makes me smile for a good 2 minutes! Lol. I love you guys so much cause you're encouragement keeps me writing! Good news: school is over in a week! Whoop Whoop! That means summer! YAY! And that also means that I'll have a lot more time to write…which means the chapters might be coming up quicker! What now! BUT…(yes there's always a but…) I will try to update next weekend…but I can't guarantee cause I have finals that whole following week…and I might need that weekend to study. But maybe I'll decide to be a good girl and study this whole week and not procrastinate….nah!

But I will get that next chapter up soon. I promise! Much love to everyone : )

p.s- I hope everyone has seen the movie Cybil, or knows of it…because I don't want you to get confused when you read the reference to it later on. If you don't, just ask me. Okay, enough talking…enjoy!

p.s.s- wait I lied…more authors notes…yes its torture…I know. Just playing. I was going to reassure you all that you WILL find out what happened 'that night'. There will probably be a whole chapter dedicated to it in a flashback…or have someone tell the story idk…give me ideas on how you want to read it! I already know what it's going to say though. Or you all can let it be a surprise. Whatever you want—write it in a review! Or maybe you just don't care-which is cool too- cause I know I wouldn't care…as long as I found out what happened. Okay, now you all are probably really, really annoyed so here it goes…

Disclaimer- how many more times will I have to write this? I do not own HP! Power to J.K.R! yeah I'm…a dork : )

Recap:

"Yes, I understand you'd want to yell at Hermione also, but Aleesa has a proposition for you to consider first." Pansy smirked.

"Sure." He responded while he and Pansy apparated to Aleesa's office. 'Jusssst great

Chapter 8- Double Agent

Draco awoke an hour later sprawled out across a couch in Aleesa's office. Slowly opening his eyes, he surveyed the room. On his right, he saw Aleesa doing paperwork at her desk. On his left was a small table that had a warm cloth, aspirin, and a bottle of water neatly placed on it. Draco being slightly confused, sat up to question Aleesa, but felt a sharp throbbing pain between his eyebrows. He gently laid back down knowing his current position was making the pounding worse.

"Hey honey, are you okay?" Aleesa asked soothingly. She got up from her desk and knelt beside him, pushing his blonde strays out of his eyes and kissed his forehead.

"Sure, if you call not being able to open your eyes okay, then I'm bloody brilliant." He replied with his voice drenched in sarcasm.

Ignoring him, she replied, "Here. Take this." Draco blindly took the pills Aleesa gave him, swallowing them in a second. He felt some sort of a warm sensation travel throughout his body, and then, like a flash, both his migraine and the warm feeling were gone.

Draco sat up confused about his current location. He looked at Aleesa and jumped back, startled at her presence.

"What…what's going on?" he practically shouted.

"Draco. You came here last night and fell asleep on the couch." Aleesa explained, prepared for the questions.

"No…no that's not possible because I fell asleep at the chapel, and then I was just at Hermione's house." He quickly rambled on without thinking.

"You were where?" Aleesa asked insulted. "Tell me you weren't at her house."

"Okay I wasn't at-"

"But don't lie." She warned.

"Well…Blaise and I went over together for lunch." He lied.

"Hmm. Doesn't matter. You should get some sleep."

Aleesa got up and went back over behind her desk, continuing the paperwork.

Draco's eyes followed her back to her seat. Once he was certain that she wasn't going to move again, he dropped his defenses. Draco relaxed against the couch and closed his eyes, thinking darkness was going to help him remember. He tried recalling if he walked or apparated here. Well…he tried. Soon Draco became extremely frustrated at the fact he could not remember anything. So he started from the beginning… 'We had coffee, we kissed, we went to her house, I took a shower…and then… I apparated… here?' he thought. 'No that's not right cause we got into that peanut butter fight…that was weird…but it was sexy…ha…but then I took a shower…again… and then…nothing…I was just here. Damn I got to go ask Hermione…'

"You seem deep in thought Draco." Aleesa said indifferently, not looking at him but still filling out the papers.

"I was just thinking-" he started.

"Don't do that, you might hurt yourself."

"Ha. Ha. I've never heard that one before." Draco snapped.

"Sweetheart I don't know why you're all snippy. It's not that hard to comprehend." Draco was getting more annoyed by the second; he hated being talked to in such a condescending way. "You left Hermione's house this afternoon and came back to treat me to dinner."

"That's not true I didn't leave her house until-" 'Don't argue if you want to get out of here.' he thought "…around 1." 'Dumb answer.'

"Which is this afternoon." She replied obviously.

"Right."

Aleesa rolled her eyes. "Well do you want to proceed?" she asked, walking over to him.

"With…?"

"Dinner."

"No." 'Oops.' "I mean, I still feel slightly nauseas. And come to think of it, my arm is sore for some reason." Draco turned his head to search for the origin of the pain, but was distracted by Aleesa.

"Don't!" she yelled, looking worriedly at first but then quickly realized her frazzled state, and regained composure. "I mean, don't look at it."

"Why?" he asked suspiciously.

"Because it's bruised and ugly."

"Aleesa, I think I can handle a little discolored skin." He said turning his head. But before he got a chance to see it, Aleesa grabbed his face and slowly turned it back to her.

"I said, don't."

Draco started skeptically at her for a moment, then rolled his eyes and his head out of her grasp.

"I'm leaving." He said, now angered and standing up.

"No you're not." She said standing with him.

"Since when the hell did you get to tell me what to do?"

"Since I owned you." She smirked,

She was out of line. This outraged Draco; no one owned Draco Malfoy, especially not Aleesa Harris.

"What?" he asked through gritted teeth; now ignoring the pain in his arm and walking closer to her. As Draco progressed towards Aleesa, she continued stepping backward until he cornered her into a wall. Draco aggressively pressed his body against her, his eyes full of hate. Aleesa, not scared (or hid her emotions very well), just stared back at him.

"You heard me. I. own. you." She whispered.

"Says who?" he challenged.

"Me."

"How?" he moved, if possible, closer.

"I know your secret. And I'll kill her."

Draco suddenly felt scared. He knew Aleesa meant and did everything she said she would do. But he didn't show weakness. He couldn't loose Hermione again.

"You wouldn't dare."

"I already started the plan. I'm destroying her…piece by piece. Emotionally of course…but when I'm done, there will be nothing left. So technically, I'd be doing her a favor by just killing her now." She smiled and spoke so simply as if they were disusing where to go for dinner.

Draco's eyes got wider with each passing threat. History was repeating itself in a different form. 'This can't be happening.' Draco thought. In a second, his rage and terror got the better of him as he raised his hands to her neck.

"Shut up" he warned. "Shut up right now or you won't be able to hurt her."

"You can't…stop me" she whispered, still slightly smiling.

"You don't have the guts-"

"No? Watch me"

"I'll kill you." His whispers barely audible. Aleesa was trying not to collapse from the deprivation of oxygen.

Draco started into her eyes for a second longer and said "The wedding… is off." Before he pushed her away from him.

Aleesa fell to the ground on her hands and knees breathing rapidly and gently rubbing her neck. After a few moments, she threw her hair over her shoulder and quietly said, "No it's not."

"Excuse me?" Draco asked, disbelieving his own ears.

"If it's over then I'm going to Lucius." She said, getting her confidence back.

"You fucking bitch." Draco spat before quickly apparating to Hermione.

Aleesa breathed deeply and laid down on the floor. She got a second's peace to try and regularly breathe again before she lazily sat up when her telephone rang. Aleesa slowly walked over to it.

"Ms. Harris speaking." She said answering the phone.

A receptionist who sounded very anxious when talking to 'the boss' answered, "Oh hello Aleesa…I mean Ms. Harris…well actually I guess I'd be Mrs. Malfoy right?"

"Kristin…what do you need?"

"Oh, oh, oh, right…there is a young woman and young man here named Pansy and Blaise here to see you."

"Send them in."

Aleesa heard a faint "She will see you now" as Kristin hung up the phone. A second later came Pansy ushering in Blaise.

"Hey Lesa." Pansy smiled.

"Hello." She answered as she sat formally behind her desk.

"How are you both?"

"Oh I'm fine. Everything went according to plan. But poor Blaise here is heart broken. Right Blaise?" Pansy replied looking from Aleesa to Blaise.

"Right." He answered. Blaise was still confused as ever, though he tried to sort things out on his way there. Apparently, Aleesa had Pansy take the Polyjuice potion to transform into Draco. Then 'Draco' told Hermione it was over, and went back to the alleyway to transform. Pansy must have known Blaise would follow her, or else she would have never waited for him. But, she must have also needed him to follow, but for what reason he didn't know.

"I told you to keep away from her. She causes nothing but trouble and now you're the one in pain. But, we all make mistakes."

"Yes Pansy you're right. Blaise, do sit down." Blaise sat down in the chair right in front of her desk and Pansy sat in the one alongside him.

"Now, Blaise. I know we're not the best of friends, but both of our best friends have been the worst." Aleesa started.

Blaise thought in his head 'We're not the best of friends…but our best friends…have been… the worst? Whatever.' "Right." He agreed

"And-"

"Wait. Hermione's not you're best friend."

"Hm. You're smarter than you look." She said.

'I knew I hated this bitch'.

"Getting back on point-" Aleesa continued, "Both your love and your best friend betrayed you." She said putting emphasis on the words 'best friend'. "You can no longer trust them. They no longer care about you, nor your feelings. You have no one…but us." She finished her last sentence powerfully, yet simply. She would have sounded very persuasive if this was a real relationship he just fell out of, but it wasn't. Still, Blaise decided to act interested and paid attention; he wanted to make her think her words were affecting him.

"So, you should know, as a Slytherin, that there is nothing sweeter than trickery, deception, and revenge. Since you got dealt two of the three, we're working on one…revenge. You can help yourself by helping us. See, I'm supposed to marry Draco and I'll be honest with you, it is no longer out of love. The reasons you may ask? Well, that is my business. But you, you still love her. To make that worst, you lost her to someone you'd probably risk your life for. That hurts, and I know the feeling. But, why not repay her back? Draco and I are still wedded so this is all for you. Give her back the hell she just put you through in a few short hours. Help us Blaise, and we'll help you. You deserve it."

Blaise was speechless…though he wasn't considering helping her, it was interesting. And God knows the access to her plans would help them be ready for her.

"What if I say no?" he wondered.

"Then we'll force you."

"Well! I guess that limited my choices down to…uh, well probably around nothing." He sarcastically responded.

"This is no time for jokes. Are you in or not?"

"Sure." 'This can help us.'

"Good, you'll be our double agent."

'Wait, what?' "Double agent?"

"Yes. See the way it works is, you'll be spending a lot more time with us. Still, you're going to go back to them, tell them you forgive them and know that they were meant to be and blah, blah, blah. But, Hermione and Draco are going to start to wonder why you're always with us, the enemies. You are to tell them that you're trying to help them end this wedding that is scheduled to be in a month. You'll give them a lot of information to make it look like you're really helping them…fake information. But, in truth you'll be working for us."

"I'm not you're little pet. I'm not doing everything you say."

"I know Blaise. Don't worry, we'll be working hard too. But, this is the perfect job for you."

'This is easy. I'll just do the opposite of what she just said.' Blaise smirked, but almost instinctively as if Aleesa read his mind, she continued, "And by the way. We'll be putting this on you to make sure you don't betray us." Aleesa held up a circular object that looked like a gold bracelet. "This charmed bracelet records everything you say, do, and even write. It also can play back the events that it recorded if the right spells are applied."

''Shit' he thought.

"I'm not wearing it, you'll just have to trust- what the hell?"

Blaise looked down at his left arm because he felt something tighten around his wrist. Surprised, he found the bracelet already on him. He looked down at Pansy who was sitting on the floor right beneath his left arm; it was hanging over the side of the arm rest. She smirked, stood up, and sat back down in her chair. Blaise looked disbelievingly at her and then to Aleesa who smiled, pointed to the bracelet she was holding and said "This is an extra."

"Blaise, go home, sleep on it, and be back here tomorrow at noon." Pansy said.

Blaise stood up one last time, trying to gather all that just happened. He took one last look at Pansy and sneered "You sneaky little-"

"Slytherin." She smiled.

"Can we please stop making all these god damned school house references!" Blaise yelled as he stomped out of the office.

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While Draco was unaware of the deceptions being plotted, he arrived at Hermione's house, trying to find some answers. He called her name repeatedly but she never answered. 'Must be asleep. I'll talk to her tomorrow then.' Draco stepped into her bedroom and found her balled up on one side of the bed, snuggled under the covers. He lifted up the bed sheet on the other side and slid in right next to her. He encircled her waist with his arms and pulled her closer to him. As he was just about to close his eyes, Hermione's hands forcefully pushed Draco's arms off of her. He sat up and bed and looked quizzically at her. She scooted closer to the edge of the bed and wrapped her arms around her pillow.

"What are you doing?" he asked annoyed.

"Don't touch me." She answered, her eyes still closed.

"I don't need this." He said more to himself than to her.

"Good, the couch is nice and welcoming."

'What the hell is her problem now!' Draco threw the covers off of him and walked to the door to go down the stairs. He then stopped against his better judgment and walked back over to her.

"You're supposed to stop me you know!" He shouted.

"I know you did not just raise you're voice at me. You expect me to be comfortable with you after what you said!" she shouted back, still lying down.

"Woman! You are driving me crazy-"

"ME?" Hermione sat up in bed, fully angry. He could not just reject her and then expect her to be in the mood to do whatever he pleases. "YOU'RE the one driving ME crazy! You say all these things about changing your mind and being with her! And now you're back! What, did Aleesa not want you after she found out you were with me?"

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!"

"Great! Now you're acting like Cybil, Mr. split personality-"

"WHO THE HELL IS CYBIL!"

"STOP YELLING AT ME! You have no right to yell at me! I told you before to get out and I meant it! Don't make me slap you again!"

"OH, you're going to result to hitting me like you did when we were 13!"

"NO, I'm going to result to hitting you like I did an hour ago!"

"WELL I-" Draco stopped yelling and thought for a second. 'An hour ago?' "Wait. Hermione, listen to me. You're probably mad-"

"Mad? Draco I'm-"

"Outraged, I know. But, you said you hit me an hour ago. I don't remember that."

"OH now he's crazy AND has amnesia…perfect." She shouted sarcastically out loud to herself.

"Hermione! Please! I'm honestly telling you I don't remember that! I remember taking a shower after our peanut butter thing, and next thing I know, I'm in Aleesa's office and my arm is throb-…my arm." Draco looked down at his arm and found a small hole in his forearm. "Look Hermione. She did something. I'm not sure what but I think she drugged me."

Hermione stared at him intently as he came over to show her his arm. She looked down and did in fact see a small hole. She looked back up to Draco but still couldn't put the pieces together.

"Then we had a big argument, I told her the wedding was off-"

"What? I thought you said she was the one."

"The one? Yeah the one to make me want to jump off the church's roof top." Draco laughed at the corniness at his joke. Though he noticed he was the only one laughing; Hermione was sitting Indian style on the bed deep in thought, looking at the wall.

"You came back tonight Draco. You were acting strange, you said it was over, that the 7 years we spent together were nothing-"

"What? Hermione you know I'd never say that." He said, slightly insulted at the fact she thought he would think that.

"-You then said that the time we spent 7 years ago meant nothing. But…then you proceeded to say 'and the same goes for anytime we were together after that.' But knowing you, you would have said our engagement instead of anytime after that! See at first I thought you said that because you didn't want Blaise to hear, but you came in after him! There's no way you would have known he was in there! Draco it wasn't you!" Hermione practically shouted for joy as she pounced on top of Draco and adorned him with kisses.

"Glad you think so love. Of course if you actually listened that would have been sorted out a while ago." He smiled and kissed her back. After a few minutes of snogging on the bed, Draco stopped, remembering one thing.

"Hermione, I hate to stop this but I have to ask. Where is Blaise?"

Hermione sat up worried. "You don't know? I thought he was with you. He went out running after 'you' left."

"He did?"

"Yes."

"Shit."