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Hermione proceeded to enter Grimmauld Place, motioning for Draco to follow her and be quiet. Once they were inside however, Draco tripped over the umbrella stand causing a loud crash.

"Draco!" Hermione yelled at him as he picked himself up.

"I'm sorr–" Draco's words were cut off by that horrible, earsplitting, bloodcurdling screech Hermione had grown to hate. The moth-eaten velvet curtains flew apart and there was Mrs. Black, screaming bloody murder.

"Flithy! Scum! By-products of dirt and vileness! Half-breeds, children of filth, mutant freaks," she looked directly at Hermione when she said mutant freaks, "blood traitors! Abomination of my fle–" She stopped immediately when she saw Draco. "Those eyes," Mrs. Black said. "Those eyes are that of a pureblood! From the most noble and ancient house of Black! Who are your parents?"

Draco looked at the woman curiously but answered her nonetheless. "Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Black."

"Oh!" Mrs. Black squealed. "My little niece, Cissy! Is this house finally being turned over to the rightful owners? I specified in my will that this home was to be left to a pureblood, not some lowly blood traitor or half-breed scum!" Hermione rolled her eyes at the woman. Draco looked at Hermione and seemed to understand what she was talking about, as he winked at Hermione before answering Mrs. Black.

"Yes well, Auntie Black, I'm living here now, so there'll be no need to cause such a fuss," he said sweetly to the portrait.

"I should say it's about time, my dear! To think, I've had to watch these freaks take over my home these past few years!"

"You poor thing," Draco sympathized, "why don't you close your curtains and get some well deserved rest?"

"Rest? Yes, I think I will. I haven't had a good rest since this scum moved in! Sleep with one eye open, you know. In case they take things. My poor Kreacher, he tried his best. Always remained faithful to his mistress. Rest, yes I think a few winks of sleep might do me good now that I think about it."

"Good night, Auntie," Draco said as he closed the curtains.

"I cannot believe you actually got that woman to shut up," Hermione said as they made their way into the kitchen.

"What can I say, Granger? No one can resist my charm."

"Who did he get to shut up?" Harry asked sitting at the table with a mug of something.

"Mrs. Black," Hermione said as she took out two mugs and poured hot chocolate for her and Draco, even though it was nearly dawn.

"How'd he do that?" Harry asked through a yawn.

"She thinks that the house was turned over to Draco. He got her to close her curtains and go to sleep," Hermione explained.

"Well as long as she shut up," Harry said.

"So who really owns this house?" Draco asked.

"I do," Harry answered with no emotion.

"You own it, Potter? I thought it was supposed to remain in the Black family? So then..." Draco wandered. He must have been trying to figure out how Harry came about owning the Black house.

"So then," Harry snapped, "this house was willed to me by my godfather, when Sirius Black was murdered by your dear Auntie Bellatrix."

"Harry," Hermione said gently.

"Hey, believe me Potter. I know firsthand how my dear Auntie Bella is," he said taking a drink. "Mad as a hatter. She reckons the Dark Lord is going to proclaim his love for her one of these days. She doesn't trust anyone." He said off-handedly, "she never even trusted Severus." Hermione looked over to Harry. The mere mention of Snapes name was liable to send him flying off the handle. Not now though, thankfully. He must have been too tired.

"Why didn't she trust Snape?" Harry asked Draco with interest.

"Dunno. I always assumed it was because Severus really was one of the Dark Lord's most trusted, and Aunt Bella was just jealous," Draco explained.

"And everyone else trusted Snape?" Harry said. "Did you trust him completely?"

"Severus saved my life, Potter. Thinking back I can honestly say he was only looking out for my best interest. I just assumed that he wanted the glory for himself," Draco said.

"That night outside Slughorn's Christmas party I heard you yelling at him about that." Harry told him.

"Yes well," Draco trailed.

"And the other Death Eaters," Harry asked him, "did they trust Snape too?"

"I can't really say. Everyone knew the Dark Lord trusted Severus first and foremost."

"Do you know of any tasks Voldemort gave to Snape?" Harry asked him. Hermione, for one, couldn't believe these two were actually having a civilized conversation. She wasn't about to interrupt it though, and just sat back and listened.

"He had Severus watch over Pettigrew," Draco explained. Harry's eyes flashed at the thought of the man who had betrayed his parents.

"What do you mean, watch over?" Harry asked eagerly.

"The Dark Lord put that rat into Severus' care after what happened at the Department of Mysteries. Pettigrew was living with Severus at Spi–" Draco stopped himself. Hermione couldn't help but wonder if he was about to give away the location of Snape. Why didn't Harry and Ron think ask him that under the Veritaserum?

"Living with him where, Malfoy?" Harry tensed up.

"I'm no rat. Severus saved my life, Potter," Draco said calmly. "Besides, he's not there anymore."

"Well if he's not there, then what's the harm?" Harry said.

"Loyalty, Potter. Something I'm sure you understand," Draco said firmly.

"Don't you even bring him up!" Harry said. "You were never worthy to even lick Dumbledore's boots! He saved my life."

"And Severus saved mine," Draco retorted.

"Draco, please," Hermione said. "What if he left something? It might help us. Any clue."

"I don't even know where it is," Draco told her quietly. He sighed, "it's called Spinner's End. It's some place up north. Some rundown, industrial city from what my mum–" he stopped. "From what my mum said when she went to go see him."

"When she asked him to make the Unbreakable Vow?" Harry asked quietly. Draco nodded, looking at the floor.

Finally, Harry got up and put his mug in the kitchen sink and turned back to Hermione. "I owl'd St. Mungo's earlier. You're not going to Healer training today. You need some rest, Hermione," Harry said with care. "When you're done, show Malfoy to his room, the one the twins used to stay in."

"Are you going to sleep Harry?" she asked.

"No," he said, "I need to clear my head. I'm going to go for a walk, watch the sunrise, think," he said sadly.

"Alright," Hermione said, "be careful, Harry."

"I always am," he sighed. And with a crack, Harry was gone.

"He's off to Godric's Hollow again," Hermione said to herself.

"Sorry?" Draco said.

"Oh, nothing, I was just,"

"Talking to yourself, Granger?" he smirked. "So where's Potter really off to?"

"He goes to Godric's Hollow when he's like that," Hermione explained sadly.

"That's where his parents,"

"Yeah." They were silent for a moment until Hermione let out a yawn.

"Alright, Granger. Why don't you show me to this room I'm supposed to be sleeping in. I need my beauty rest." She laughed.

"Come on," she said. Hermione liked this playful side of Draco. Call her selfish, but it made her feel special that she was the only one who ever saw it. Hermione couldn't help but smile as she led Draco upstairs to his new room.

Author's Note – This chapter actually took an unexpected turn. I promise I'm getting to the good stuff soon! I don't think there's much else to say about this chapter. I know Ron kind of just disappeared, but I've said how much I hate writing for him and Harry, and Harry was needed in this chapter. Ron was too tired and didn't feel like dealing with Draco anymore. There ya go. Oh, and that umbrella stand? It's the same one Tonks is always tripping over in the books. I think it's something in the Black genes. I thought it might be funny. Still not much going on, but like I said, good stuff is coming soon. I promise. Thanks for reading.