Tru became restless around midnight, thinking that a walk would get her to be sleepy again. As the thought occured, she was already reaching for her burgundy colored bathrobe. Dodger was in her room again, purring upon her pillow in a small curled up ball of grey fluff. Tru gave him a friendly pat and went out to the hall, from inside Draco's room she could hear mumbling. Was Draco a sleep talker? Tru tried not to let her curiosity get the best of her. She stood, practically hovering over the stairs trying to debate on whether to listen to Draco's dreamish conversation with no one or to go on the walk that she had intended to take for the past five minutes. Tru's foot had been over the first stair for nearly ten minutes before she came back onto the landing and quietly opened Draco's door.

His room certainly looked more full since three days earlier after they'd done their shopping. Even in the moonlight she could tell that it looked much happier and full than it had when her father first fixed it up. She observed the joyful placement of Draco's new broom and beamed at it. It was his pride and joy now. Nearly forgetting the reason she even poked her head into the room, she jumped hearing Draco mumble from his bed. He was sleeping on his stomach, his face quite smooshed by his pillow and his arm hanging off the side of the bed. He turned over to where he was on his back and his mouth hung open dreamily.

Tru supressed a laugh and crept in, closing the door as silently as she could and glided over to the bed on complete tip toe and kneeled beside the bed, listening intently to Draco's sleep words. "Don't...don't go...please..." he mumbled. Tru's head tilted, as it did so often when she was curious. She thought his dream must be sad. "Please...stay with me...I have to...to tell you some...something" he continued to mumble. The theory of it being a sad dream was instantly faded and Tru seemed to think that it was a dream of something either important or equally dramatic...perhaps something romantic? She didn't know. She couldn't tell just yet.

"It's...serious...don't don't look at me that way...I mean it...I really do...I do...I love you-" the name of whomever Draco was giving this heartfelt confession wasn't known, for at that moment, a loud crash was heard from Tru's room making Draco sit upright, hitting Tru's head with his own and falling out of his bed. "TRU!" Draco seemed either shocked or frightened to know Tru was in his room. "What're you doing here? Are you ok? What was that noise?" Draco's words were slurred and sleepy and confused. Though he himself was fully awake. Tru flushed a deep shade of crimson. She tried to look at anything but Draco. "I um...well I thought I'd take a little walk around but then I heard you talking in your sleep and well...I was curious. I was gonna wake you but I didn't think you'd like me to wake you from such a nice dream."

Draco's eyes widened. He knew he talked in his sleep, and this was what he feared. He had been dreaming of the night that he had taught her to fly. And it was altered to where he was confessing his love for her. "How...how much did you hear?" "You were about to tell someone you loved them. Who?" Tru feigned curiosity. But she already knew that he wouldn't say her name. Draco seemed to be trembling slightly. He didn't know whether to just tell her or...or lie. He debated on this but before he could open his mouth, another crash came from Tru's room and they both, forgetting the whole situation, rushed from the room. Remus and Ellina too were out of their beds, Ellina's hair tangled around her and Remus' bedtime blindfold on his forehead.

Tru's door was open. and Tru was staring around her room, her window had been breaken into. All of her things were scattered over her room. None of her drawers or closet had been open so whomever it had been hadn't come to steal anything. They all walked in and Remus turned on the light. His face was contort with rage and mingled with fear. Ellina had her arm around Tru, who seemed too shocked to say anything. Remus had gone to the window, there was a torn piece of a cloak on a shard of glass. It was damp with something crimson, whomever went through the window must be suffering a bad cut right about now. Tru went to the window and peeked out in caution. She couldn't be totally sure whether there were any signs of who it was or where they were going.

Draco however was staring at Tru's bedpost in fear. His eyes were wide. No one noticed but Ellina. "Draco...sweetheart are you all right? What's wro...Oh good Lord..." Ellina's eyes fell upon what Draco's had. Everyone crowded. There was a tattered picture of Draco. The Draco in the photo looked happy, smirking out at them with his cold grey eyes. This was a time long before he had changed. Beside him were his father, Crabbe and Goyle, and his old Nimbus 2001. Taped to the picture with spell-o-tape was something Draco recognized as a quill he once used, it was specially made, his name had been carved around the point, a handsome hawk feather it had been made from once handsome was now missing feather in some areas as though it had suffered beating and torture. And attatched to the two things was a note, in messy dark blue writing were the words:

You will get yours, Tru. You will get yours!

Tru had slept with Draco again that night. Curled tightly into a ball, eyes wide and staring. She had finally come to the conclusion that someone absolutely hated her and was after her. And it had something to do with the fact that she and Draco were friends that sprouted the hatred. Tru didn't know just how much she could stand. Her father had repaired her window and put an unbreakable charm on it but Tru still refused to stay alone in her room. They all agreed that she had suffered quite a scare and Remus decided to charm all of the windows and doors as well. Draco was still awake too. Tru's head rested on his shoulder, her legs curled beside her and her arms crossed over her chest as though this was the safest position she could come up with.

The quill and the photo had both been thrown out in the back waste bin, but Draco could still see them plainly in front of his face as though someone had them on a string and was dangling them in front of him. He hadn't seen that quill since the fateful quidditch match where he'd saved Harry's life. He had used it to finish writing an essay for a class before he left for the pitch. And he did recall that when he returned it was gone. It had been his favorite, until he realized how much he hated his father and was forced to use it and nothing else. And that photo, it had been taken just before his second year at Hogwarts. His father had bought the entire Slytherin team Nimbus 2001's and thought it a special occasion and had his good friend, Crabbe's dad, take the picture. Draco had thrown it out the window when he got his things out of the Slytherin dorms to move out into Gryffindor's. He was sure that it had been washed away, it was raining that night.

He didn't know who would be after Tru, though his suspicions lay on only one person. Pansy Parkinson's words echoed in his brain.

"Mark my words Draco, someday, your horrible turn of consience will turn against you. You ARE the weak one. And I know you know that Slytherins won't tolerate you. You are not welcome in our house. Because you ARE weak. Defending scum like them. One day Draco, one day. You will regret this."

He had hoped that she had simply been joking. Though he knew that couldnt' be farther from the truth. But she didn't know where Tru lived, or did she? could Gregory Berns be helping her? Or were they just trying to scare them...

Draco concluded with the latter and stared down at Tru. Her eyes were on his. He felt something stir in him and he smiled down at her. "It's going to be fine. I won't let anything happen to you." He held her closer to him and she smiled. He saw a flicker of courage in her eyes at this. "I know...and I know you'll keep that promise." She kept looking up into his eyes and something in his eyes flickered. He saw the same thing in her eyes. He didn't know what came over him but he started to move closer to her...and she moved closer to him. Closer and closer still, their eyes never left one another...

"YOWL!" Dodger lept onto the bed between them and they were snapped out of their trance. Tru shook her head. I must have been dreaming. She concluded. Draco looked angrily at the cat. It's moon sized blue eyes staring at him and nudging him to be scratched behind the ears. He looked back at Tru and they let go of one another. "I'm going to go into Hogsmeade for a coffee, I'll be back in a little while." Tru announced. Draco eyed his clock, without realizing just how much morning had passed, it was 9:30 in the morning. He watched Tru walking toward the door. "Do you want me to come too?"

Tru smiled at him. "No...I...I kind of want some time alone. I'll come and talk to you later all right?" and without another word she closed the door and went to change, leaving Draco feeling both angry at the cat, and confused at Tru's behavior.