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I followed him back downstairs to the room I was referring to as the living room now, the one I had spent most of my time in, in front of the fireplace. The house elves had made italian wedding soup for lunch and Draco just had them heat it back up for dinner. It was on the table in the living room for all of three minutes before it was completely devoured.
"So," Draco began slyly. "You said you saw the potion that stops your bruises from being healed by magic in Moste Potente Potions second year. See, I was thinking about that... I had to get this from the restricted section of the library. How did you possibly get it out in second year?"
"We had a pretty stupid defense against the dark arts teacher."
He rolled his eyes at me, "Okay. Rephrase. Why did you need it in second year?"
"N- no reason," I stuttered and if the heat of my cheeks was anything to go by I was also turning bright red.
"That doesn't sound like no reason," he grinned.
"I am not telling you!"
"Why not?"
"Because it... has to do with... uh you."
His eyes widened in shock, "Now I want to know even more."
"I can assure you that you don't."
"Please? I promise I won't be mad."
"Don't make promises you can't keep," I muttered, but decided that if he could show me his father torturing him, I could tell him what Harry, Ron, and I had done. "If you recall second year was the year with the chamber of secrets."
He nodded.
"Yeah well Ron, Harry, and I kinda thought you had opened the chamber but we needed proof. I believe you told Crabbe and Goyle that you hoped I was the mudblood who died."
"How do you know-"
'Shutup and let me finish the story," He looked taken aback but when he didn't say anything else I continued. "That was- how to put this? Did Crabbe and Goyle seem to be acting strange to you?"
He thought about it then nodded.
I opened the book to polyjuice potion and turned it so it was facing Draco.
"They were actually Harry and Ron under the polyjuice potion that I made," I studied his face, looking for traces of anger. "We wanted to know if you were the cause of the petrifications but you weren't so we took you off the suspect list. Of course, you were the only one on it..." I trailed off.
"So let me get this straight. In second year, second year, you brewed a polyjuice potion so your friends could turn into my friends to find out if I was the one who was attacking muggleborns and I was the only one in the entire school you suspected?"
"You aren't mad?"
"I would have been a few weeks ago but honestly it's too brilliant for me to be mad. Very Gryffindor too, self sacrificing and all that. Where were you?"
This time I knew I blushed, "Studying."
"Liar."
"How do you know that?"
"Slytherin remember?"
I glared at him and then relented, "I accidently got the wrong hair and sort of turned into a... a cat."
He coughed and water sprayed out of his mouth across the room. I realized he was laughing at me. He started to say something but couldn't stop the hysterical laughter. Looking back at the cat incident it really was quite funny.
"Laugh Hermione it's funny," he choked out.
I leaned closer to him, "Are you crying?"
"It's funny!"
Then he leaned over and tickled my side, being sure to avoid the bruises. I giggled and it only edged him on. Before I knew it we were laying next to each other on the floor gasping for air.
He hiccuped. I laughed and started hiccuping too.
"I think we're both a little loopy," I smiled.
He scooped me into his arms and carried me up to his room, dropping me on the bed and then flopping down himself. We didn't even say our usual good night's before sleep overtook both of us.
"Hermione, wake up! It's ready!"
When I sat up this time, Draco managed to put his hand between our heads so I didn't bust his nose again. I grabbed his hand and he pulled me up and dragged me up to the room where we had left the potion simmering.
I was terrified that it wasn't going to work and that my face was going to be scarred forever. This was our last chance. Our? When had I started thinking of Draco and I as one thing? Probably around the same time I started thinking of him as Draco, I answered myself.
"Are you okay? You look a little pale?" Draco asked, concerned.
"Fine, just... what if it doesn't work?" I voiced my fears.
"Then you'll still be beautiful," he whispered.
"Okay," I said, not really hearing him at first. "Wait, what?"
"Nothing," he answered hurriedly as his face flushed bright red.
"Thanks Draco," I smiled.
He rolled his eyes and handed me a goblet full of the potion. I stared at it for a moment and gave it a sniff. My nose wrinkled in disgust at the combination of god only knows what wafting from the cup. I got a look from Draco telling me he was about to pour it down my throat. I pinched my nose and took two large gulps of the foul liquid.
He stared at me, eagerly waiting for the wound to seal itself shut. After several minutes it became obvious it wasn't going to work.
"I'm so sorry Hermione, I really thought..."
"It's fine. I hoped but-," I stopped as my cheek started to itch. "What's happening?"
No response.
"Draco?"
"It's working. It's working!"
He conjured a mirror and I watched the cut fade into a scar, and then watched the scar fade completely. Hoping for the impossible, I rolled up my sleeve, but that scar was still there.
"We could probably cut that back open and heal it," he suggested.
I shook my head, "I don't want to risk it," I lied.
In reality I just wanted it there as a reminder. Of what, I didn't know. Maybe of our time together. This war was going to end one way or the other. If Voldemort won I wasn't going to live for very long, and if my side won Draco would be tried like all the other Death Eaters and would probably live the rest of his life in Azkaban.
This scar would remind me of my time here, the dark and then the light. The torture and then Draco.
"You sure?" He checked.
"Yeah," I smiled.
He grabbed my hand and laced his fingers through mine. I snapped my head up to meet his eyes.
"Well come on then."
"Are you feeling okay?" I asked.
"Wonderful," he answered. "Why?"
"You hate me remember? Now you're..." I nodded towards our linked hands.
"I never hated you, just your blood status. I didn't bully you just because you were muggle born. I-" He started.
Lightning flashed and a growl of thunder interrupted whatever Draco was saying.
"Did you hear that?" Panic lit up in Draco's eyes.
"It was just thunder."
"No shh."
I heard a loud pop from down stairs.
"Hermione, come with me and for gods sake be quiet."
I had my suspicions about what was happening but I had to ask anyway.
He gazed at me sadly when I asked.
"My parents are back. Our time's up."
Well a cliff hanger here. I haven't done to many of those so here you go.I will try to update soon. Blood Red (Draco) is now up so please read that too. It's on my profile.
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