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A/N 2: sorry I didn't update yesterday, I had a project due in school and I had to perfect it, it's more than just a grade you know…very competitive school I go to…

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Last Chapter: Draco let out a sigh of soft relief. That would be the last thing he needed, to have everyone know that he had 'saved' Granger instead of going out with Pansy.

Fortunately, no one had heard of the crime committed in the school, or that Draco had rescued the victim of it. Nor had they heard that it was Hermione who was the victim.

Draco had gotten little sleep that short morning. He had tossed and turned his remaining time pondering over the events of that night. Ron and Seamus beating their friend? Hermione the one being beaten? Forgetting about Pansy? He was utterly lost. What was going on? It was completely insane. He would have thought that the first serious crime in this school would have at least been committed by a Slytherin like himself. But instead it was a Weasley and some Irish kid. Honestly, he didn't know what to think about it all.

He went down to breakfast expecting the worst, and instead the hall was filled with all the normal sounds of joyful meaningless chatter that was always there. He reasoned that none but the teachers, Potter, and Weasley knew. Unless they had told their fellow Gryffindors, but from the lack of angry stares coming from their general direction, he also reasoned that they had not been told.

Harry stared at Malfoy coldly.

"I bet he was the one who did that to Hermione." Harry whispered to run still looking at Malfoy.

Ron's eyes darted around quickly before saying nervously,

"Yea, yea, probably…"

"What're you so nervous about?" Harry asked, noticing his friends discomfort on the subject.

"Uh, well, Fred and George said they had some big joke they wanted to play on me, totally embarrassing and all, you know, revenge for that detention I gave them,"

Every sentence took Ron farther and farther away from the subject of Hermione's attacker, and he got more and more comfortable the less the matter was brought up.

"So, I reckon I better be careful and all, you know, in case they sneak up on me or something."

Harry could not help but remark on that if it had been he who was being hunted by the twins, he would have been getting more and more nervous the more he thought about being attacked by the two tricksters.

"Ron…" Harry began slowly,

"Do you know anything about what happened to Hermione?"

Harry was not an idiot. Ron was very readable with his emotions and Harry could tell by the way Ron was avoiding the subject and remembered the emotions that ran through the boy's eyes that night that he knew something.

Ron's babbling over the hiding from the twin's 'attack' stopped immediately. His slow movements to face Harry stopped only at his eyes which were darting about wildly. Ever so slowly he nodded his head.

"Then we," Harry responded through gritted teeth, "Need to talk"

Draco watched patiently as he saw Ron's nervousness, Harry's realization, Ron's fear, and then Harry's anger. Words were unimportant; he knew what was going on. Potter, although he was his rival, was not a total imbecile; the Golden Boy had put two and two together. Maybe Draco would not have to play any more parts in this after all.