Wow, this has been on Hiatus for a while, but I thought I'd write a little more. I don't know if I'll keep it up, I already have Torn and S-G Marauders to deal with and summer homework and school starts in about 2 weeks…but hey…you never know.

Last Chapter…

He stepped back and his mask was back in place. "Now, Draco. You have four days. Four days to rest and no more. In four days time I will brief you on other dangers that may be residing with the school. Coming between me and my quarry."

The Slytherin nodded numbly. Four days? Why so long? Was he being replaced? By who? Ron? Hermione? Angelina?

The former Gryffindor smirked as he caught the look in his lover's eyes. "No, Draco. You are most definitely not being replaced or but aside. I simply need you to be completely rested."

So saying, he turned on his heel and left the room. The blonde Disapparated back to Malfoy Manner with a pop.

Chapter 5 – An Idea

The Potter Throne Room was impressive to say the least. The high dark ceilings and cold stone walls gave it an air of intimidation that was only magnified by the presents of the man sitting in the actual Throne, which was carved with an intricate array of snakes, phoenixes, and lions. A curious but effective combination. The raven-haired teen sat with his fingers steepled, deep in thought. He idly reached out a hand to grasp the newly appeared goblet of wine.

He lifted his emerald eyes to survey the room before him. "I must get the Cloak and dagger back, Nagini." He muttered to the giant serpent that had slithered up to his perch. The dagger in question had been pulled out of the sorting had just as Gryffindor's Sword had. In desperate need during the Last Battle, He had pulled the Salazar Slytherin's Dagger out of the hat, proving once and for all that the sorting hat had been right, he did belong in Slytherin.

He stood abruptly and hurled the goblet from him. It shattered into a million fragments, like the wizarding world was now. Millions and millions of tiny helpless fragments the need to be carefully and meticulously put back together before he could even attempt to rule them. He needed a whole goblet, not a broken mess. And, to obtain that, he needed that damn dagger!

He jerked his sleeve up angrily and placed to fingers over the mark in his right forearm. "Defluare, Hermione!"

A second later, the brown-haired girl appeared with a pop. Her hair was soaking wet. It was plainly obvious she had been either swimming, which was unlikely in the middle of February, or she had been in the shower. She quickly dropped to her knee in a bow, but he waved her up. With a sigh, he passed a hand over her hair, which dried instantly.

"Thank you, My Lord.'

"Hermione, just call me Harry for now, will you?"

She smiled softly. "Of course, Harry. I miss our little chats."

He smiled warmly, which even given his extreme tendency to mask his emotions and show only complete control and cold power, seemed normal and almost natural on his face. "Herm, I…I need some help."

He waved a casual hand and two armchairs appeared in the corner of the room. A blazing fire crackled warmly in the hearth. They sat an were silent for a moment, then, "Harry? My Lord…May I ask you something?"

The former Gryffindor nodded and looked at her apprehensively.

"Do you…Do you love Draco?"

He looked startled. "I…I honestly have no idea…I'm not really sure if I even remember what love is…"

"Of course you do, Harry! Don't be absurd!" She smiled at him. "It's just…well…when Angelina made that comment and you…Also you were taking the blame for his mistake…"

"No, Herm. To tell the truth it really was my fault. If I had told him how to get passed Fluffy he wouldn't have been bitten…"

"He was bitten?"

"Yes. Very badly bitten in the side. I Healed him he'll be fine in promise. Now, what I wanted to discuss with you…" He stood and, with his hands gripping his wrists behind his back, he began to pace. "I already have Gryffindor's Sword and Hufflepuff's Trowel. Slytherin's Dagger is in that damn school. McGonagall refuses to give it or the Cloak to me. God, I hate that woman."

"Why won't she give it to you?" the brown-haired girl asked, tentatively.

"Because she thinks I'm trying to become the next Voldemort. She has absolutely no idea. I wouldn't kill muggles or muggleborns for no reason! My right hand woman is a muggleborn!" He grinned when she blushed. "But how do I find Ravenclaw's Quill? Where on god's green earth could it be?"

"Hmmm…" Hermione looked thoughtful. "I think I might have an idea."