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Harry's POV

Mal - Draco flopped onto the floor, fainted.

"Draco!" Hermione shrieked and rushed over to him. She looked up, slightly flushed again and said "I think he fainted."

"Must have been the shock from seeing us talking civilly." Voldemort said from behind me.

Hermione levitated him onto the sofa.

"Just leave him there 'Mione, he'll be fine."

Just as Ron spoke, the unconscious Slytherin stirred. Hermione stroked his hair back from his head affectionately and I realized that Mal - Draco wasn't the only one who was in love. I sat back down in the comfy armchair - I had jumped up when Draco fainted and caught him so he didn't hit his head. If he was Hermione's, then so be it. She is my sister and if he wants in to the family, I will welcome him with open arms, more for Hermione's sake.

"Whudappend?" Draco asked groggily.

Then his eyes popped when he remembered where he was. He sat up too quickly and clutched the sofa for support. Hermione sat down beside him and rubbed his arm.

"It's okay, it's okay" she soothed. "They know, so there's no point in hiding it."

"Oh" he still looked confused. "But I don't understand. Wha..."

He stared blankly at me and Voldemort in our armchairs.

"What?" I said, a little confused myself. Then it clicked that I was still sat in the room with my worst enemy. "Oh, right. This is a sort of peace talks, I think."

I looked to Voldemort for confirmation and he nodded. "Yes, Potter, it is a kind of peace talks."

The blonde seemed at a loss for words. "Why?"

"We were just getting to that, Draco. Professor McGonagall thought it would be a good idea to have you here to be explained to as well." Voldemort answered. "We were just talking about your relationship with Miss Granger here."

He looked a bit panicked, so I decided to intervene.

"Look, Mal - Draco." Hermione smiled at me gratefully. "If you are good to Hermione, then it's fine. She seems to love you just as much as he" I tilted my head to the snake-like figure of Voldemort "says you seem to love her. A picture under the pillow fits the profile of a devoted boyfriend. I am willing to forget the past and start again if you are. But be warned. If you hurt Hermione in any way, I will shred you into a million pieces."

I leaned back, pleased that his face showed a mixture of happiness and terror. I meant what I had said, but I'm not sure Ron would feel the same way. I glanced at him and was a little amused to find him gaping open-mouthed at me. I shrugged and turned back to Voldemort.

"What do think of their relationship, Voldemort?"

"Me?" He shuddered. "Please call me Tom Riddle, that name is for the Darkest side of me."

I remembered from my second year at Hogwarts that Tom Marvolo Riddle was his real name, and decided to humour him, if only for a while.

"Okay then, Tom. What do you think?"

"I think that Draco should pay no attention whatsoever to what his father thinks. You have found a bright young witch, boy, and you should be proud to show her off." Tom smiled, not like the one when he was resurrected, but a genuine smile.

I pictured that smile on the face of the sixteen year old Riddle, and thought that he would have been a nicer person. A person I would have befriended.

"We need to get on with this, or Mr Potter, Mr Weasley, Miss Granger and Mr Malfoy will not be able to attend lessons tomorrow." McGonagall said, a little more gently than her normal strictness.

"Yes, you are right Minerva." Tom said. "We don't have much time left."