A/N: Surprise, I'm back! And I'm rewarding your patience with a double chapter post! Enjoy 3


February 1999—

"You know, if you want me to visit your common room, just ask. You don't need to keep being all dramatic."

Hermione looked up to find Ginny standing in the doorway to her room again. She sat up and wiped her eyes.

"So Malfoy just gives you the password every time I have a meltdown?"

"No," came a drawling voice. Ginny moved, and Malfoy took her place leaning against the doorframe. "I save that for only the times I think you've gone off your rocker."

Hermione scowled.

"McGonagall sent me," Ginny offered. "Well, actually Padma got McGonagall who got me. I guess I'm known as something of a hero around here."

"Perfectly matched with the Chosen Prat then," Draco deadpanned.

Ginny glared.

"Could you two not?" Hermione's voice sounded rough in her ears.

"Look, you did a little accidental magic. So what? It happens to all of us."

"What did I do? I'm not really even sure."

"You pinned everyone against the walls," Draco said evenly.

"That's it?"

"That's it."

Ginny gave Draco a sharp look. "Let's just kick Malfoy out, get you dressed, and go down to breakfast. We can talk about this later."

"I'd rather stay," Malfoy said. "I'm very helpful with clothing."

A chuckle escaped Hermione's lips, causing him to smirk.

Ginny looked at Hermione, then at Malfoy. "Well, if you two need some alone time, that's fine with me, but from what I hear from Padma, that's what got you into this mess. So how about we change," she turned back to Malfoy, "you go eat, and we'll rendezvous in the Great Hall. Yes?"

Ginny moved towards Hermione without waiting for a response from either of them. Draco stood still in the doorway. When he finally spoke, his voice held a hint of strain.

"I'd rather stay."

Ginny eyed him for a long moment. Hermione was secretly happy not to be the subject of her scrutiny.

"At least wait downstairs."

He nodded and closed the door behind him.

"Do you want to tell me?" Ginny asked as she eased Hermione out of her bed and towards her bathroom.

Hermione shook her head. "I don't really know what happened. Ernie was so mad, and I panicked, and things just…"

"Oh, I don't care about that. Ernie freaked you out, and you reacted. Big deal. Except remind me to throw a stinging jinx at him later. I mean about Malfoy!"

"Oh," Hermione found herself grinning. She gave Ginny a very abbreviated version of their reconciliation, which left Ginny squealing for more details.

"So you're together now?"

"Ginny! We haven't even talked yet! This just happened. Normally, I wouldn't have even told you yet."

Ginny mock pouted and set to work charming Hermione's hair ("Stop! It doesn't need fussing with!") and shrinking the hemline of her skirt ("Quit charming my clothes!"). The end result, Hermione admitted, was prettier than her usual appearance, but she still felt it was wholly unnecessary.

When they finally made it down to the Head common room, Draco's eyes lit up. Ginny pushed Hermione forward, and she wrapped her arms around him as he did the same and buried his face in her curls.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

Why this deserved another apology from him, she could not place, but she welcomed it anyway.


The day continued unremarkably, to Hermione's surprise. They started with a break, so Hermione and Draco were able to enjoy some time outside on the grounds. The day was cold, but the sun still peeked through the clouds. She surprised herself by agreeing to take a few laps around the Quidditch pitch before walking the lake. When they were ready to head back in, Draco pulled her into an alcove and kissed her with so much passion, she completely lost herself in him. They still managed to be early for Double Potions with all of the Heads. When the previous class emptied, Hermione sat in her usual seat, pulled out her notes, and readied her cauldron. Draco took his usual seat on the other side of the room. They agreed it was best they sit separately for the sake of their own focus more than anything else.

After a couple of minutes, Padma dropped into the chair beside her.

"Oh, Hermione, are you feeling better now?"

She nodded. "Much."

"I'm so glad. I was really worried about you, but I knew you were in good hands. I hope you didn't think I abandoned you."

A voice above her scoffed, and Hermione looked up to find Ernie a pace behind Padma.

"No, I didn't think that at all," she said carefully.

Padma turned, and a look passed between her and Ernie. "I think Ernie has something he'd like to say to you."

Ernie glanced around the classroom, which was steadily filling. Then he looked down at his hands. He seemed to be waiting for something. Finally, he took a deep breath and said in a clear voice, "Hermione, I apologize for the things I said about you and Malfoy sneaking behind my back when we were together. What you two do at night behind closed doors is none of my business. My shock and outburst were uncalled for. I promise that I will be nothing but supportive the next time I see you leaving Malfoy's room in the early hours of the morning. I was only worried he had done something to you."

By the time he had finished, his voice was carrying across the whole classroom, and every head was turned towards them with gaping mouths, except for Malfoy's. He stood in the back of the room with eyes like cut glass. Hermione's head began to spin. She felt bile rise to her throat and the air around her begin to press in. She clutched at her forearm.

Padma choked, then spat, "What the hell, Ernie!"

This, oddly, refocusing Hermione. She began to breathe.

"What? I was just—"

"Yes," Padma cut him off. "We all know exactly what you were doing." She turned to face forward, set down her things, and pulled out her notes. Clearly, Hermione had a new desk mate today.

"But I—"

"Seats please!" Professor Slughorn's voice rang from the front of the class. Ernie trudged off and withered as he passed Malfoy, who was making his way to the vacant seat behind Hermione. Behind Malfoy was Zabini, who flashed Ernie a toothy smile. Ernie promptly tripped, colliding with a table.

The lesson proceeded, and Padma spent it alternately glaring back at Ernie and taking such furious notes that she kept gouging holes in her parchment.

As these things do, news of Hermione and Malfoy's night together spread through the entire school before the dinner bell that evening. She entered the great hall with Ginny, and nearly every head in the room turned to stare at her. The room erupted into whispers, and Hermione felt like she was in a literal viper's den. They made their way to the Gryffindor table, and Hermione wished she had not caught bits and pieces of people's conversations.

"—that he's got her Imperiused."

"She may not be pretty, but she can certainly do better than—"

"—convinced Harry to lie for him, or else Azkaban would—"

"Shut it!" Ginny practically shouted when they got to the Gryffindor table.

They sat, and the heads around them looked dutifully away. She dared a glance across the hall at Draco. Blaise was next to him talking animatedly, but Draco's gaze was dark and inward. He ended up leaving the Great Hall before pudding.

"Listen, Mione, try not to think about it," Ginny said between mouthfuls.

"It's fine." Hermione pushed the food around on her plate. Two Ravenclaw sixth years passed and, "I guess she has a thing for sickly snakes," floated over to her. She scowled.

"Come again?" Ginny spat, and the two girls hurried away. "Ignore it. Channel Harry in second… fourth… well, all years really."

"It's fine," Hermione said again.

"It'll blow over. People were going to find out eventually. It's actually great, if you think about it. You've gone public! That's nice, isn't it?"

She leveled Ginny with her best Molly Weasley glare. "It's. Fine."

"Right. Well, it will blow over. And you won't have to hide anything now."

"Ginny," she whispered, "he claimed, for the entire room to hear, that he caught me shagging Draco Malfoy last night!"

"Yes, but you were shagging Draco Malfoy last night." Ginny wiggled her eyebrows.

"Not even you were supposed to know that!"

"So what? You're nineteen, Hermione. You can do whatever and whomever you want."

"Oh my gods, stop."

"If you want, I can spread around that he's bloody amazing in the sack."

Hermione groaned.

"What, am I wrong?"

Ginny laughed aloud as Hermione blushed spectacularly. Somehow, her mood perked up slightly by the end of pudding, and she made her way back to the Head common room with her head held high. Standing outside the entry, though, she heard shouting.

"Felix Felicis," she said tentatively. The door materialized, and the shouting grew louder. She braced herself as she pushed inside.

"Couldn't you just let them be happy?"

"What on Earth did I do to jeopardize their happiness!?"

"YOU OUTED THEM! You know what it's like here for them both! You know what they went through! How could you do that?"

"Why am I to blame for TELLING THE TRUTH?"

Hermione's chest constricted. She went spinning back the drawing room, except this time, a tiny voice insider her firmly said, "No." She found she was able to focus on her breathing. Slowly yet surely, she did manage to calm her pulse. She refocused on the room. Padma had been standing in the kitchenette shouting, until she closed her eyes and took a breath. Ernie had his back to Hermione and was standing between the sofas and chairs. He had been gesticulating wildly, but he let his arms drop when he saw the fight leave Padma.

"I'm not trying to fight with you," he said.

"But why? Why are you trying to hurt Hermione?"

He folded his arms over his chest. "Did it ever occur to you that she's the one trying to hurt me?"

"You don't believe that, and neither do I."

"You don't get it."

"Oh, I get it. It doesn't matter that you're with me now. She rejected you, so you're jealous." Ernie scoffed, but she continued. "What you don't get is that they both need this. They went through hell together and are probably the only two people in this world who can understand one another. They have a connection! It's plain as day to see! You should be happy that your friends have found the tiniest ray of sunshine in each other after over a year of darkness. Maybe longer. Merlin knows what Malfoy—"

"Malfoy is not my friend."

"Well Hermione is." From the tone alone, Hermione could hear that Padma was completely done with this conversation. "And, I care about them both. Until you figure out a way to fix this, don't bother knocking on my door." With that she stormed off to her staircase.

Hermione had pressed herself against the wall, hidden from Padma's vantage point as she stomped away. With any luck, Ernie would sit in front of the fire and allow her to sneak behind him unnoticed. He stood still for three steady heartbeats, then he turned around with a sigh and ended up directly facing Hermione. His eyes bulged. She was frozen. Then, he sneered and left towards his own staircase. Hermione flew to her room.

Once safe inside, she saw her quill scratching out a message in her blue journal. She took a seat and read.

'This is my fault. Whatever you want to say to people, just say it. You can deny me and scorn me in public. I really don't care. Just do whatever you have to to protect yourself. It's fine, I promise.'

'Don't be daft,' she wrote when the quill stilled.

'I've thought about it all day. I've already started damage control with the Slytherins.'

Hermione chewed her lip. He had been open with her that morning. It was time for her to reciprocate. 'Draco, I do wish we had a chance to talk through this first, but it doesn't change things. I want is to be with you. I wan't us to be together. This isn't great timing for the whole damn school to know, but I never wanted to hide this.'

'Now you're being daft.'

'You really wanted us to see each other in secret? Are you ashamed of me?'

'No. But you should be ashamed of me.'

'Well, too bad.'

'Bloody Gryffindor.'

'Stupid snake.'

'Ah, but I'm a sexy snake.'

Hermione smiled at that ridiculous retort. 'Whatever makes you sleep at night.'

'You do,'the quill scratched after a moment.

Hermione sucked in a breath.

Draco continued. 'Two best nights of sleep I've had in years.'

'I feel the same.'

'Too bad there are walls between us. Maybe ask Ginny to blow a hole in it next time she's in here. I remember she's good with that spell.'

Hermione laughed out loud.

' Goodnight.'

'Sleep well.'


The week flew by and soon, mercifully, it was Saturday. Hermione had been so mentally drained that she managed to sleep in a little bit later than usual. She and Draco walked down to the Great Hall together for breakfast—ignoring many stares, whispers, and jeers that they were getting used to by now—then separated to their respective House tables as they entered. When she sat down, a note materialized on her plate. She immediately recognized the emerald green script. She opened it and read:

Ms Granger,

Please make arrangements to meet with me today in the 11 o'clock hour, prior to the lunch bell.

Regards,
Professor McGonagall

Glancing up, she caught Draco's eye and saw him holding a similar scroll. Even from a distance, she saw the concern in his brow. Then, as if wiped clean, he carefully tooled his expression to blank. She mentally focused on doing the same, even as her stomach turned. Hermione had gotten to know Professor McGonagall better over the summer in working with her to restore Hogwarts and, more importantly, to seek guidance about her parents. During this time, she found that McGonagall was fair and considerate, but also straightforward and rigid in her expectations. Any behavior that she deemed unbecoming of a Head Student, especially one from Gryffindor, would be dealt with immediately.

Ginny dropped down next to her and ripped the scroll from her hand. A moment later she said, "What do you think she wants?"

"And good morning to you too," Hermione said briskly.

"Yeah, yeah. Grab your toast, and let's go find Luna."

A few minutes later, the three girls were on their way to their favorite corner in the heated courtyard.

"Maybe she wants to congratulate you on being so inclusive," Luna said when they were settled.

"I highly doubt that," said Hermione.

"Love between Gryffindor and Slytherin isn't an everyday thing. I think that will be it."

"McGonagall isn't about to congratulate anyone on their love," Ginny snorted. "She's more likely to scowl them to death over it."

"Hermione, did you swallow a wrackspurt?"

Hermione had turned beet red and choked on her toast. "I'm not in love!" she gasped between coughs.

Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Oh dear," said Luna. "Poor Draco. He will be heartbroken."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Oh, he's very much in love with you."

"Did he tell you this?"

"No. It's easy to see. And, he's been followed all day by a wolpertinger."

Hermione ignored this, but another thought struck her. In a panic, she whispered, "Can you be expelled for… you know?"

Ginny cackled. "Don't be daft! Students get caught all the time."

"That's true," said Luna. "Terry Boot got caught with a sixth year in a broom cupboard after Padma broke up with him."

"But he's not a Head! Oh my gosh, I'm going to be in so much trouble!"

"Listen," Ginny said, suddenly serious. "It's going to be fine. You did nothing wrong. Neither did Malfoy, for once. Ernie did. If old McGonagall can't see that, then she's finally gone batty. I'm willing to bet that—"

"Hello, Blaise," Luna interrupted.

Her two companions jumped and whirled around to find Blaise Zabini approaching. Malfoy leaned against the wall a few paces away looking agitated.

"Good morning ladies. Granger, nice to see the front of you for once," Zabini said with a wink. "Red, always a pleasure. Luna, you're looking dreamy as ever. As much as I'd love to chat with the three of you, I need a word with just the brunette before her pale chariot whisks her off to some out of the way nook for a little tête-à-tête."

Luna's face was pleasantly blank, but Ginny's eyes narrowed.

"Say what you have to say, Zabini. We're not going anywhere."

He regarded the trio for a moment. "Have it your way. Granger, give it to me straight. Are you fucking my good friend here, or are you fucking with him?"

"Excuse me!?" Hermione burst out.

"Hm. I thought that was a clear question."

"You're being quite rude," Luna said serenely. "Draco and Hermione are in love."

"Shh! Luna! Stop talking about that!" Hermione tried to whisper, but it came out as a gargled hiss.

Zabini looked dumbstruck. He opened his mouth to speak, but a throat cleared loudly behind them instead, making him jump this time.

"As much as I hate to break up this riveting conversation, Granger has an appointment," Malfoy drawled. He turned on his heel, not waiting for a response, and Hermione hurried to fall into step with him.

"Thank you," she whispered.

He glanced at her sideways. "I promised him one uninterrupted minute. How much damage did he do?"

"None, Luna took care of that," she squeaked, then she squealed as Draco grabbed her arm and pulled her into an empty alcove. She had one moment to regain her footing before her back was pressed against the wall, and Draco was kissing her fiercely. She melted into him. She could get used to this.

After a minute, he pulled away and whispered, "Are you okay?"

"Yes," she breathed.

"It'll be fine."

"I know."

"If anyone is going to take the fall, it'll be me."

"I don't—"

"It'll be me. Come on. Let's get you there on time."

They rushed out of the alcove, and as they approached the familiar gargoyle statue, Draco squeezed her hand once before he left her. The gargoyle must have been expecting her, because it jumped aside to admit her without a password. She ascended the spiral staircase and felt her hands shaking more with each step. She balled them into fists, shook her head, and prepared herself to knock.

"Enter," the response came immediately with her first rap. Professor McGonagall was seated at her desk, which was stacked high on one side with tidy piles of paper. Her hands were folded in front of her, and her square glasses shone in the dim light. "Do be seated."

Hermione sat wordlessly. Even if she wanted to speak, her clenched jaw would have prevented her.

"Tea, Miss Granger?"

Hermione shook her head even as McGonagall poured and extended her a cup.

"I'm sure you've guessed why I've asked you here today."

Hermione nodded. She felt her eyes prickle with threatened tears.

"The latest information I have for—. Miss Granger, is something wrong?"

She shook her head and tried blinking away her unshed tears.

"If you are unwell, we can meet on another day. It is best to discuss this very soon, though."

"No, I'm fine." The tremor in her voice was obvious even to her ears.

Professor McGonagall sat back in her chair and appraised Hermione for a moment. "You know, as Headmistress of this school, I have the unfortunate job of listening to many reports of gossip."

Hermione nodded and braced herself.

"Most of the time, the gossip is just that. Sometimes, on rare occasions, it demands my attention for reasons that may not be obvious." She paused as if choosing her next words carefully. "However, I recently received a report from one of our Heads of House that does require my action. Two of his best students were the subject of one such voracious piece of gossip, which he believes initiated in his classroom."

"I'm so sorry, professor!" Hermione blurted out. "I know we were wrong. I was wrong. It's my fault. Please, I accept all punishment, and it won't happen again. I promise."

McGonagall sighed. She removed her glasses, cleaned them with a cloth she produced from her sleeve, then set them back on her face. "Miss Granger, you misunderstand me. Let me be clearer. You have been a legal adult in the wizarding world for over two years. Similar is true of Mr. Malfoy. I have no intention of policing the bodies of two young adults, students or not."

Hermione's jaw dropped. "But, we broke school rules."

"What rules do you believe you have broken?"

"I—We—I was out of bed!"

"Did you leave your common room?"

"Er, no."

"Well, that settles things. I trust you know that the spells bewitching younger girls staircases were put in place many years ago, and they only apply because those areas house minors."

Hermione nodded.

"More to the point, if Professor Slughorn is correct, and he knows where this gossip initiated, then that is where I will take action. There is a level of discretion and decorum expected from all Head Students, especially towards his fellow Heads. Now, if there is nothing else you wish to discuss on this topic, shall we continue with the intended purpose of our meeting today?"

Hermione wiped her face on her sleeve and sat up straighter. She took a sip of her tea and set down the cup. "Yes, professor," she said at last with a clear head.

"I asked you here today for two reasons. One is to discuss the prefect patrols. The more pressing," she cleared her throat, "is to give you an update I just received on your parents. The floo call was urgent this morning and unexpected, so the Healer entrusted me with this message to pass on. Something has changed for them, your parents. They've begun making inquiries about visiting and possibly relocating back to England. We don't yet know what this means, but it's possible that these are early signs of their memory charms beginning to unravel. When you are ready, we should discuss possible next steps."

If Hermione had been holding her tea cup, she would have shattered it with her bare hands.


Hermione walked slowly back to the heated courtyard where she had promised to meet up again with Ginny and Luna immediately after the meeting. As she walked, she practiced smiling widely. With any luck, she would look relieved instead of manic, like she felt. As she passed through the archway, she found Ginny in the corner by herself revising some notes.

"She wanted to adjust the patrols!" she blurted out.

"You're kidding!" Ginny laughed and squeezed Hermione in a tight hug. "I knew it would be something stupid!"

"Apparently, towards the end of term, sixth years do more patrols than fifth and seventh because they only have end of term exams instead of O.W.L.s or N.E.W.T.s. She has a special project for each of the Heads, as well. It wasn't just Draco and I who got scrolls, Ernie and Padma did too! They're collecting volunteers to lead study groups and planning times."

"And about the…?" Ginny made a vulgar gesture with her hands.

Hermione cringed. "She knows," she whispered.

"Listen, the whole school knows. She'd have to be completely out of it not to. But you're not in trouble, and that's what matters!"

"No, but she knows it was Ernie."

"Is she going to do something about it?"

"I think so."

"Yes!" Ginny's fist pumped the air. "This day gets better and better."

"Better? What else good happened? And where's Luna?"

"Oh, after you two left, Luna and Zabini kept talking and sort of wandered off together. I think she has a thing for snakes too."

"Zabini's interested in Luna?"

"Looked like it."

"Weird."

"Hey! She's your friend, too!"

"No, I don't mean that! They're just…"

"Total opposites? I know. Listen, Mione, now that the whole McGonagall drama is over, there's something else I want to talk to you about."

A flash of guilt flashed through Hermione, and she eyed her friend warily. The normally confident redhead was suddenly fidgeting with her robe. "Okay," she said slowly. Was she ready to share her other news with anyone?

Ginny did not quite meet her eyes when she continued. "There's another Hogsmeade weekend coming up soon, for February, and Harry is coming to visit this time."

"That's good, right?"

"Yeah, but maybe you and Malfoy would want to join us for a while? I'm sure Ron won't come."

"I don't know…"

"It'd be a really good opportunity for him and Harry to, you know, clear the air a bit. Maybe give Harry the chance to see you two together?"

Hermione chewed her lip. "What does Harry think about this?"

"It was his idea."

That made Hermione rock back on her heels. Harry had mostly been supportive of her, but this attempt at an olive branch towards Draco, especially after what happened over Christmas, really meant something her. She smiled. "I'll ask him."

"Promise?"

"Of course."

"Great!" Ginny exclaimed. She straightened, then cast a sly smile Hermione's way. "I suppose I ought to remind you that the dates are February thirteenth and fourteenth." She winked, turned on her heel, and marched off towards the library leaving Hermione huffing in her wake.


Ernie spent the next week slamming doors and cabinets and stomping around everywhere he went. He shattered and repaired several plates and cups in their kitchenette, and they heard thumps and swears filtering out of his room regularly. By Tuesday, both Padma and Hermione were on edge every time he was in the room. Despite many dark glares shot his way, Malfoy seemed wholly unaffected.

On Wednesday, Hermione and Draco approached the Head common room together after dinner and heard another shouting match inside. They exchanged looks, then took a couple of laps around the castle together before returning. All seemed quite, so Hermione said, "Felix Felicis," and they entered to find Ernie's tongue down Padma's throat in the kitchenette. They rushed to their separate rooms, but the couple either did not notice or care that they were no longer alone.

By Thursday evening, Ernie had put half a dozen fifth and sixth years in detention for conduct unbecoming of a Hogwarts student.

"He caught them saying nasty things about you and Malfoy," Padma whispered to Hermione with a shy smile. Apparently, she had finally gotten through to him.

The next night, Hermione and Draco were tucked away by the fire in their common room. Padma and Ernie had yet to come in. Hermione was squished up into the corner of the couch with Draco lounging extended across it from the other end.

"How can you sit like that?"

She appraised her pretzel-like condition and shrugged.

He smirked.

Hermione flipped through her notes and muttered through her mental checklist to herself. All was covered. She yawned.

Draco set aside his book. "Tired?"

"Only a little."

He repositioned, leaned over, and kissed her slowly. "Still tired?"

"Less," she whispered and climbed into his lap.

His tie had long since been discarded. She slid her hand up the nape of his neck, and he threaded his fingers through her hair. Then, one button at a time, she opened the front of his shirt to run her hands over his chest. There was a faint scar running from his shoulder to opposite hip that reflected in the firelight. His abs were toned and taut, and she delighted in the feel of them. He untucked her shirt and slipped his hands underneath to caress the soft skin of her back.

"We won't be alone for long," he whispered and then deepened their kiss.

In the back of Hermione's head, she knew that they should either stop or relocate. But, at that moment, the only thing she could think about was the delicious warmth of Draco's skin and the electricity that shot through her body with each of his kisses. And, the sweet taste of his tongue on hers. The more he kissed and caressed her, the more she felt her anticipation build. When he finally crept his hand around to cup her breast beneath her shirt, she rocked her hips against his in response. A sigh escaped his lips as she rocked forward again.

"Merlin, you're perfect," Draco whispered in her ear.

Whatever she was going to respond was cast from her mind as Ernie and Padma came crashing through the door. Ernie was fumbling with his tie as Padma pulled him by his robes towards a chair at the other end of the room. She pushed him down, climbed atop him, and attacked him with her lips.

Hermione gasped. Ernie's eyes flew open and met hers, but Padma seemed lost in passion. He held her eyes for a long moment, then he wrapped his arms around Padma and kissed her more fiercely. A moment later, he peeled her robe off her shoulders and began to obviously unbutton her shirt.

Hermione squeaked, causing Draco to finally turn and look over his shoulder. Confusion crossed his face, and he turned back to her. His eyes flicked to her staircase, then to his own. She nodded and cocked her head towards hers. As quietly as they could, they grabbed their things and crept up her staircase. All the while, she distinctly felt Ernie's eyes following her every move.

When Draco shut her door, and she cast a silencing charm and Muffliato over her room, she let out a violent shudder.

"Great Godric Gryffindor, he was watching m—us!"

Draco cocked an eyebrow. "You know how he is about competition."

"What are you saying? He wanted to see who could snog better?"

He shrugged in ascent.

"That's revolting."

"Agreed. Maybe you need a bath to put it out of your mind."

Hermione smirked. "Maybe I do." She dropped her robes, stepped out of her shoes, and crooked her finger at Draco as she made her way to her bathroom. By the look on his face, she had a feeling she was in for a very rewarding night.