THE T0BEY-MEiSTER – AU means alternate Universe. Lol. Thanks! I put myself into one of my stories…actually myself and two of my good friends as main characters. It's quite fun really. Anyway…Thanks!

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Last Chapter…

"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."

Chapter 6 - A Mission

Four days, Draco decided, was a very long time to wait. But wait he did because he would never dream of disobeying his Lord. On the fourth day, he was back to full health and completely ready to finish the job he started. He'd get that damn dog.

A hollow pop resounded of the walls of the empty Throne Room, when the blonde appeared. He looked around in confusion and froze. Voices could be heard moving closer up the hallway.

"Herm, really. I don't see how you found that out! Where on earth did you hear that?" His Master's voice said sounding amused.

"Fourth Year. Surely you remember?" Hermione Granger laughed. They were almost at the door. The Slytherin couldn't move. He didn't know whether or not he was supposed to be there.

"Fourth Year? Where?"

"Where else, Harry? Please tell me that was a joke! The feast!"

"Oh, I am losing it! Of Course, but how did you know exactly…" The raven-haired man trailed off as he opened the door. The blonde dropped quickly into a deep bow. "Oh, get up, Draco! It's only Hermione!"

He stood again, and stared at the couple. Hermione had her arms wrapped around his arm, clinging. She smiled at Draco. He felt the bottom drop out of his stomach. Surely, he hadn't been replaced…

"I'm glad the see you're healthy again, Draco. Come sit with us, we were just discussing your mission. Hermione thinks she knows were Ravenclaw's Quill is." The former Gryffindor waved his hand and three large armchairs appeared by the newly blazing fire.

They sat. Draco was nervous. Why had she been told about his mission?

"Draco, I want you to go back tonight. You are the only one I can trust with this; I, badly, need that dagger. Although the cloak will, also be most helpful. In fact, I would advice you to use it on your way out of the Castle. You won't be seen that way…Unless that damned women asked Moody to keep watch…" He turned to stare at his lover. "Be careful of Moody! He is very tricky. And the damned eye is really annoying!"

The blonde teen nodded. His eyes wide as he stared at his Lord.

"Draco!" The raven-haired man reprimanded. "You're doing it again!"

"What, My Lord?"

The former Gryffindor sighed. "You're doubting yourself and your place. I have not replaced you with Hermione. She is my best friend. You are my lover, not she. I will never replace, so stopping doubting yourself. You need to concentrate."

The silver-eyed man nodded, relief flooding through him at hearing that from his Master. Seen his father had been sent to Azkaban, he had developed a nice little feeling of self-loathing. He was never as good as his Master at school, in sports, anywhere, which caused him to doubt himself in everything.

The three spent the rest of the afternoon discussing plans for Draco's mission. When night fell, he was ready.