"Yours."

Draco's hands fell to his knees, and he bent over trying to catch his breathe. Hermione stared at him uncertain.

"Mine?"

He stood up straight, and nodded his head.

"I'm on your side."

Hermione didn't say anything. She just looked at him. She was unsure of whether she could trust him. He continued to prove to her that she could, but that didn't erase who he had been. On top of that, she had eavesdropped on his and Snape's conversation. Well part of it anyways, after she had heard Snape mention a ritual she had run.

"Hermione?"

"I have to think."

She turned, and left Draco standing by himself for the second time in a single day. She followed the stairs up until she reached the head's common room. When she entered it she found the head boy's stuff all over it.

"Great, a mess maker."

She sighed, pushed his stuff off one of the chairs, and sat down. She was worried Draco was somehow still in league with Voldemort. If he wasn't, then Snape was playing tricks, trying to get him back to the Dark side. What Snape had said didn't make sense to her.

"I know how you can get her to accept you."

Why would Draco want her to accept him? Did Snape mean like as a husband? Draco didn't want that either. He couldn't possibly. Besides Snape had said Draco should stay away from her. Well he had thought it anyway. This was confusing.

"Maybe Draco is just a pawn."

"I'm a what?"

Hermione looked up to find Draco standing above her.

"You're on my side?"

"Yes."

He sat down across from her, and she straightened up. He must be head boy. She wasn't surprised. He continued to prove smart, although she hadn't expected him to be so messy.

"I heard Snape talking to you."

Draco froze. Then she had heard him tell Snape to get away from him when he had suggested Hermione didn't want him, that she wouldn't want him, without magic. Wait why was he worrying she might think he wanted her. He had already kissed her.

"I just heard a little of what he said, about there being a ritual or something."

"Why am I a pawn?"

Hermione sighed. Why did men have to be so egotistical? She could already tell he was going to be upset by the idea. This wasn't all about him.

"Because Snape wants to train me to be able to unleash unknown powers, or something, and he is using this as a cover. He'll use the ritual you do to gain control over, and force me to become like the rest of my family."

Draco didn't say anything.

"It's just a guess though. I could be wrong."

"No, I think you're right. Voldemort doesn't want me back. I was a disappointment. I was too weak."

Not to mention, his father would never give up a family secret, especially not to the likes of Snape. He and his father weren't even on that bad of terms lately. He had told him more about the Goldwins and had never mentioned a ritual.

"Ok, let's go over what we know."

"Ok."

Hermione grabbed a piece of paper and began to make a list. Every once and a while, she would tap her pencil against the table, deep in thought. Finally she handed him the list.

I am a Goldwin.

I can read minds.

I can disparate into the air.

I can sense emotions.

I'm supposed to worship Satan.

The full moon follows you around.

Voldemort knows I'm a Goldwin

Snape wants to help Voldemort use me.

Snape is evil.

Snape is most likely trying to trick us.

Dumbledore is good.

He wants to use me to though.

You're on my side.

You kissed me…twice.

I'm confused.

You're sweating right now like you do when you're nervous.

It's really hard for me to read your mind. Most of the time I can't at all.

I want to kiss you again.

You're cute when you get nervous.

I think I'm starting to like you.

Draco looked up at Hermione. She was bright red. The list dropped from his hand to the floor. He leaned across the table, and pressed his lips to hers. She quickly scrambled over the table without breaking contact, and situated herself in his lap. Finally, she pulled away.

"I think there may be a pull between us."

"yeah…maybe."

They heard someone clear their throat behind him. They both jumped up, and found Dumbledore standing behind them.

"I believe we were supposed to meet in my office 20 minutes ago."

"Oh my gosh! I totally forgot. I'm so sorry!"

"Don't worry about it, but I believe we have some things to discuss especially due to the rapid pace at which your and Mister Malfoy's relationship is moving."

Hermione blushed but Draco just grabbed her hand.

"What of it?"

"Well Mister Malfoy, I'm sure you are aware of the fact that you and Hermione are fated to be together."

"Yes."

"No we aren't. We don't have to!"

"Hermione, my dear, the two of you are fated whether you wish to believe it or not."

Hermione blushed again. Dumbledore looked around for a place to sit, but when he found every surface cover in Draco's things, he simply perched on the couch atop of Draco's quidditch robes.

"Now I spoke with Severus, and he informed me the two of you should begin taking lessons from him to learn how to control the power that is produced when you…"

Dumbledore's voice fell off, and he looked uncomfortable. Hermione blushed for the third time. Draco however seemed at ease.

"…when we have sex?"

"Yes. However, I feel this precaution is not necessary, but if you would like…"

"NO…I mean that won't be necessary."

Hermione's face was now permanently flushed. Dumbledore looked at her strangely.

"That is fine but may I ask why you are so against taking lessons from Professor Snape?"

"He…he…no reason."

Hermione knew Dumbledore would not believe her. He had always turned a blind eye to Snape. However, Draco it seemed did not know this.

"He is in league with Voldemort. He can't be trusted."

Dumbledore eyed Draco.

"I can assure you, there is no reason you can give to not trust Severus Snape, that I will take seriously."

He turned and left. Draco turned to Hermione, but she simply shrugged.

"That's why I didn't bother saying anything."

"Has he always been so sure of Snape?"

"Yeah."

Dumbledore suddenly walked back in. They looked up, surprised.

"I forgot to say what I came here to say."

Hermione and Draco just continued to look at him.

"I have discovered how you can defeat Voldemort. See the Goldwin's don't come into their full powers until they find their true love. When they…make love, their powers are at their full potential. Of course some Goldwins don't find their true loves, and turn to Satan in order to find their powers, which also works. Due to this that has become the Goldwins legend, instead of love."

"And so Voldemort doesn't know about the love?"

"Correct."

Dumbledore nodded his head. They all sat in silence for a minute before Draco suddenly looked up.

"Are you saying in order for Hermione to defeat Voldemort, me and her have to sleep together?"

Before Dumbledore could answer, Hermione interrupted him pointing at Draco.

"He is not my true love! Just because I kissed him twice doesn't mean I love him."

"He is your true love though, Miss Granger. It is destiny, and Mister Malfoy, that is what I meant. It is the only thing that will awake her powers without turning her evil."

Nobody said anything else, so Dumbledore stood and left. Draco grinned wickedly at Hermione. She glared at him.

"You know this means if we don't fuck, the world is going to fall to Voldemort."

"Shut up!"