Chapter Two

Secrets are best kept secrets

"Ouch, oh it's just you. You scared me nearly death you know Hermione?"

"I know I'm so sorry Gin, it's just, I had a really bad day and well to be honest a really freaky dream." Hermione whispered to the sleepy redheaded girl tucked into her Griffindor coloured sheets. .

"Uhuh", Ginny yawned, wiping the sleep from her eyes. "Can't we talk tomorrow Mione, it's so early and I have quiditch practise tomorrow morning?"

"Of course, I'm so sorry to have woken you, Goodnight Gin." And with that Hermione softly kissed Ginny on the cheek and left to the soft snores of her younger friend and her room mates.

Making her way through the castle Hermione softly padded down the darkened halls and across the quiet stair cases, when she had finally reached the head boy and girl rooms she stopped behind a statute. Someone was whispering.

"But are you sure Draco?"

"Of course I'm sure Blaise, don't you trust me anymore?"

"No, it's just well so hard to believe, I mean she supposed to me dead!"

"Blaise try to understand how much of this newly attained information we can use to our advantage instead of doubting me. My dear uncle, will doing anything, and I mean anything to destroy the knowledge that we have come across".

"Err, is that good thing or a bad thing", Blaise asked slightly frightened.

"Shh do you hear that, I think someone's over their." Draco pointed to were Hermione was hiding.

"Common, Draco, let's talk tomorrow, its getting too late".

"Alright, Draco whispered back. "Tomorrow 3pm at the Womping willow."

And with that the two boys parted. Leaving Hermione once again stock still, frozen with confusion, and was it fear?

…

"Mione, Mione, you home?" Ginny teased..

"Err, sorry Gin, didn't manage to get that much sleep last night." Hermione yawned.

"I see, well to be honest some brown headed girl woke me up and disturbed my sleep as well."

Hermione grinned slightly. "How was quiditch practise?"

"Mmm, yeah was alright, Ron still has problems with people watching him and Harry, well he still looks as sexy as ever when he rides his broom stick". Ginny Sighed.

"Um okay, problematic Ron, sexy Harry. Got it,"

"Ha-ha, are you alright Mione, what was it you wanted to talk about last night?"

"It doesn't matter, I thought about it and well it sounded stupid even to me." Hermione replied faking a smile.

"Oh, okay, but if you want to talk remember me." Ginny grinned.

"How could I forget, the infectious nature of a Weasley." Hermione genuinely smiled this time.

"Mmm, you're right, quite impossible isn't it."

Linking arms the two girls trooped off to lunch, laughing and grinning without a care in the world, oblivious to the shadow in the corner listening to their conversation with narrowed eyes.

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After over hearing Malfoy and Zambini the previous night, Hermione could not or would not fall asleep. Why was Malfoy implying that a certain mudblood, (she presumed herself of course) and their potion's professor have information that would be priceless in the hands of well their own? She thought.

What information did Malfoy find out?

Well, she thought, there's only one way to find out, I'll have to sneak out to the Womping willow tomorrow, only one problem sneaking really isn't my thing. I guess I'll have to ask for Harry's invisibility cloak, but then he'll ask questions, and oh why does everything have to be so complicated… For the remaining part of the night, Hermione lay on her side, staring out the window at the cloudless night sky. Her hands tucked under her head and her hair once again spilled out across her pillow. Instead of actually seeing the night sky she saw, long, lean fingers chopping various ingredient's, un kept black lengthy hair and a black billowing cloak dancing along the deserted corridors.

"Why doesn't he sleep?" She whispered before falling silent and continuing her dreams. Why doesn't he sleep…?