A/n: I'm back… Sorry for taking decades to write this chapter. I had a case of writers block, and… well laziness. :P This chapter kind of focuses on other relationships other than Hermione and Draco.

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Draco watched Hermione as she walked away along the corridor. Once she was out of sight, he leaned toward McGonagall's office door until the he felt the cool wood against his forehead. He took deep breaths. What did he get himself into?

Should he really be wasting his time on a girl? And a muggleborn at that?

He pushed himself off the wall and as he walked off, he could have swore he heard footsteps, and they sounded like they were coming his way.

Draco looked behind him into the darkness. When he saw nothing, he walked faster.

X

Hermione replayed tonight's events in her mind like a movie. Things just didn't seem right, it was almost seemed surreal.

When Hermione walked into the common room, she was surprised to see Harry and Ron still up quietlytalking. As for Ron, she was sort of interested why he was up. But as for Harry, she was just plain too pissed off at him to care. Of course, maybe you're probably wondering why she isn't in the Head's dormitories. Well, she figured things would be a bit too uncomfortable. Luckily, there was always an extra bed in the girl's dorms.

"Hey Ron," she said to him as she gave him a small smile. Hermione sent Harry a dirty look, and turned back to Ron as she sat down next to him. "Why are you up so late?"

"Well, when Harry didn't come back to the dormitories, I thought I'd wait up for both of you," Ron replied, sensing and seeing the dirty look Hermione threw Harry, "You know, just in case any of you went missing or something,"

Hermione couldn't help smiling a little. Ron was always like a big brother to her. Yes, he can be an arse, but he's a protective kind of arse.

"Oh, we're fine," Hermione replied looking at Harry.

She shook her head in disappointment of Harryand looked at the fireplace. Harry saw that she turned away from him, and did the same, and turned to look at the opposite way from Hermione.

Ron sighed. "Okay, what's going on?" he said as he crossed his arms.

"Nothing's going on" Harry replied stiffly, still not turning to look at Ron or Hermione.

"We all know that's rubbish," Ron said.

Silence.

"You're going to make me guess aren't you?" Ron said a bit irritated, "Okay, Hermione you're mad at Harry because… he didn't do his homework."

Silence.

"No? Okay, Harry you're mad at Hermione because she's a nag." Ron guessed.

Hermione did nothing but give him a look.

"All right, you're mad at each other–"

"You know what Ron? You're just going to have to ask Harry," Hermione interrupted as she patted him on the knee.

Hermione got up and headed towards the girl dormitory staircase, "As for me, I'm going to bed. Good night."

X

Thetapping of Draco's shoes echoed down the corridor as he made his way to the Slytherin dorms.

"Hello Malfoy," someone said.

Draco moved his wand, which was casting a Lumos spell. As he moved it about, he saw no one.

"You won't be needing that," that someone, said.

Then the person came into the light that was illuminating from Draco's wand. It was…Parkinson?

"Quite a display," Parkinson said with a smirk.

Draco was baffled. What would Pansy be doing out wandering the hallways at this hour? I mean, other than doing her job as nightly prostitute. But now that he thought about it, Draco mused, that sort of her daytime job too...

"Is she a good kisser?" she said pouting, "I've been after you for quite some time now, and you've never kissed me like that,"

Wait, Draco thought to himself, was Parkinson talking actual English? Usually, she would speak to him in a language he called Whore.

"What?"

Parkinsonuncharacteristically smirked.

"You're not Parkinson are you?" Draco realized.

Her smirk got bigger. "Congratulations, you stated the obvious," she said as she crossed his arms.

"What do you want?" Draco said dangerously.

Draco was a bit unnerved. If she wasn't Pansy, then who was she? How did he know this person wasn't a he?

"Nothing in particular," the impostor said in a taunting tone of voice. You could tell they were enjoying this.

"I don't have time for this," Draco said already getting fed up and continuing to walk.

The so-called Pansy shot out her hand so Draco couldn't get by her.

"You'll have to make time," she said darkly, "Now," she said almost light heartedly,turning to face Draco,"The Dark Lord, if he heard that you actually had feelings for the mudblood…"

"You're going to blackmail me?"

"Well, it's a possibility,"

Draco glowered.

"What do you plan to do?"

"Nothing yet, just keeping my options open," Pansy implied.

Draco stood there glaring at the figure. "Who are you?"

"That's for me to know, and you to never find out," she replied, "Sleep tight, don't let the mudbloods bite." she said with a wicked smile on her face. She gave atwitch of the head, and walked into the shadows.

Whoever that was, Draco hoped they were bluffing.

X

Draco said the password and burst into Snape's office.

"We've got a problem," Draco said as he slammed the door to Snape's bedroom behind him.


Snape sat straight up and pointed his wand at the darkness. Still half-asleep, he groggily whispered, "Mother?"

"No!" Draco whispered, "I've seen you're mother, Severus, not a pretty sight,"

Almost bored-like, Severus said "Draco"

"Good Merlin, man, have you lost your manners?" Snape said tiredly as he looked for some light, "This bloody well be good,"

Severus sat down on his bed holding a candle with sleep still in his eyes.

"Well?"

"Someone saw us," Draco said pacing the room and running his hand through his hair.

"Us? And doing what?" Snape asked, "And if you were doing something explicit, spare me the details,"

"No, It was me… and Granger," Draco replied.

"Oh this ought to be good," Snape said with a smirk.

"After patrol, I…"

"I…" Snape continued. "Spit it out!"

"I kissed her, alright!"

"Right when I thought you couldn't get any stupider," Snape mumbled, "Well do you know who it is?"

"I heard that," Draco responded, "And no, but they did come to me, but under a polyjuice potion. They must have been planning this for some time or something because I know how long polyjuice takes to make," Draco continued, "But the strangest thing is, they came to me in the form of Parkinson,"

"Parkinson?" Snape repeated.

"Yes," Draco replied.

"Well, this person is a problem if they didn't want to reveal themselves,"

"That's not the worse of it," Draco began, "They said that they might tell the Dark Lord,"

"This is not good at all," Severus said more to himself than Draco.

"No shit, Sherlock," Draco said, "What do I do?"

Snape gave Draco a disapproving look for his language but ignored it and continued.

"I'm afraid there's nothing you can do, Draco. I'll investigate, if I can, but this person, I doubt, left any clues," Severus said honestly.

"Get some sleep," Snape said as he led Draco to the door, "Good night,"

X

The Next Morning

Hermione walked into the Great Hall and sat next to Ron. She smiled and turned to the young man sitting beside her, "Good Morning,"

He returned her greeting with a grunt of acknowledgement.

"Where's Harry?" Hermione asked as she looked around the Great Hall. "Arse" Ron mumbled loud enough for Hermione to hear him.

Hermione nearly gave herself whiplash as she turned to face him.

"What?" Hermione asked as she furrowed her brow.

"He told me you know, he's cheating on my little sister," Ron said quietly.

"I'm sorry about that," Hermione replied feeling a bit helpless.

"Whatever," Ron responded. "You didn't do anything stupid, did you?" Hermione said worried.

Ron said nothing but buttered his toast rather roughly.

"Well," Hermione said, "How do you know that Ginny doesn't know about Harry, and how do you know if she's not cheating on him,"

Ron snorted as if that was impossible. "Ginny? She would never do something like that?"
"I would never do something like what?" the redheaded witch inquired as she sat down opposite of Hermione.

"Yes," said a wizard behind her, "Like what?" he said with a serious tone sitting beside her.

"Ginny! Harry! Good Morning," Hermione said cheerfully trying to change the subject.

Hermione saw a cut on Harry's lip, but didn't say anything because she was afraid where that would lead. She had a pretty good idea who gave it to him.

"Ginny," Ron said, "I've got something to tell you"

Ron saw the warning look Hermione was giving but chose to ignore it.

"Harry is – EEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Hermione dug the heel of her shoe into Ron's foot before he could utter another word. What started out at as yelp, ended up into being high-pitched squeaks.

Which earned looks from Ron's classmates.

Hermione cleared her throat. "You were saying, Ronald?"

"Um… right." Ginny replied.

Harry smirked as he saw Ron glaring at him, and Hermione. As he was taking a bite of his scrambled eggs…

"Harry's cheating on you!" Ron whispered still holding his foot before Harry or Hermione could do anything about it.

Harry started to choke on his eggs.

Ginny's mouth opened and bits of her muffin fell back unto her plate.

Hermione resisted the urge to take her fork and stab it into his…

"I've… got to go now." Ginny said quietly. In seconds, she was out the Great Hall.

"Ron, how could you!" Hermione shouted.

"She deserved to know!" Ron replied.

"Ginny!" Harry shouted getting up from his seat and chasing after, "He didn't mean it! I mean, it's not true! Ginny…!"

Ron and Hermione got up to follow him.

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Draco had been watching the spectacle from afar with a pleased smirk on his face. He saw and heard everything except that part that Weasel whispered. And no, Draco would not call it eavesdropping, exactly, because they weren't being very discreet about it now were they?

He must say, it was an intresting distraction from the myster of last night.

Anyways, from the way things were going, Draco could tell Weaselbee told Weaslette that Scarhead had been cheating on her. Which surprised him, because he thought that Hermione would tell him.

Probably too worried about her precious Trio falling out like the Minister's hair.

"Too late for that, honey," Draco said to himself

"Honey? WHERE!" Goyle shouted hopefully.

A/n: Not muchfunnies in this one. I've realized what a mystery fic this has turned out to be! Oh and before I forget, there are two subtle clues to who a certain person is in this chapter and who that person is associated with…

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