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The next day...

"Sirus Black and Azkaban Escapees attack Muggle town demolishing it!"

That was what the title of the Daily Prophet read, the next morning. Hermione raised an eyebrow at it. They were still blaming Sirus? No surprise there. She wondered why the Death Eaters would attack the muggle town. Besides, for fun. She grabbed her paper and stuck it under her arm. She had no classes to go to, as it was a Saturday. She casually made her way out of the Great Hall, after giving the signal to Draco. She wanted to see his view on the attack.

Soon he was walking beside her down a hallway. He grabbed her arm and stopped saying, "What's up? I thought we were going to have a break for a week."

She smiled slightly before showing him the paper, "What's your opinion?"

He read through it a bit before looking up at her, "Impossible."

She looked at him incredulously, "Impossible?"

As he opened his mouth to reply, another voice spoke before him:

"What's impossible?"

They both whirled around to see Harry standing there looking at them suspiciously.

"Harry!?"

"Potter!"

Harry walked up to them speaking, "I was wondering where you've been going Hermione. When Malfoy left the Great Hall shortly after you, I got suspicious. So I followed him. I'm surprised that you two aren't at each other's throats. Then again, I suppose you've been seeing each other often. But, impossible?" He turned to look at Hermione, "You aren't pregnant are you?"

Hermione looked shocked, "What? No! It's nothing like that! But we shouldn't be speaking here!"

As Hermione and Draco started walking further down the hallway, Harry followed, "Why?"

Draco sneered, "Because Potter. The walls have ears."

Harry nodded. Soon they found an empty classroom. They walked in and warded it against listening ears. When they all sat down on desks, Harry spoke first:

"Okay, spill the beans."

Hermione answered before Draco this time, deciding to be honest as well as that the news coming from her would likely be better than Draco, "Well, Harry. Draco and I made a... truce if you will, last year. We started to meet each other on the basis of the other breaking truce protocols. I'm not sure when it happened, but one night we were down in the kitchens. We spend the entire night talking about ourselves and laughing. We got to know each other. We decided to be friends shortly after, because we had so much in common. We, of course, had to continue to mislead everybody into thinking that we hated each other. When the Dark Lord came back, we had to be even more cautious. Somehow we still managed to correspond during the summer, writing letters.

I managed to hide it from Ron and we came back to school. When I came back I was unsure of how to react to Draco. I didn't want to be friends, I wanted more. Draco wanted the same thing. And after one awkward night we did just that. We became more than friends. We kept up appearances, but we have been..." She shifted a bit looking at Draco for approval. He nodded, "Meeting. It's why I've been more tired and been gone late at night. And before you voice your disapproval, I want to state some things.

I really like Draco, Harry. In fact, I love him. He's been nothing, but kind to me. We've made up for past years. It was never really him saying those things. It was just what Lucius had beaten into his brain. It was also a type of defense mechanism. We've taken it slow and we haven't..." She blushed fiercely, "done anything. We have just been dancing and enjoying each other's company. We have, I'll admit, kissed sometimes. But we both understand what things could occur and we have decided not to go too far, until we graduate. And even then, we both want to get married.

We have lots of things to deal with right now, Harry. I understand if you hate me and want to tell Ron. I would understand you never wanting to be my friend again, because I've betrayed you. I just wanted you to know my reasons."

Harry just looked at her considerately. He fiddled a bit with his hands, looking down. Draco was staring at him like a hawk while he gentle rubbed circles on her hand. Draco had taken hold of it sometime during her speech. Hermione looked at Harry for a few more seconds before sighing and lowering her head.

Harry cleared his throat, "I'll admit that you have some good points. I can see that Draco cares for you," He gestured towards their hands, "And... I'm okay with it."

Draco's jaw dropped, "You are?"

Harry nodded, "Yes, I am. I will keep it a secret. I can see why you would want to hide it Hermione. These are dangerous times. It was very Slytherin of you. But then again, who am I to speak?"

Draco closed his jaw straightening up, "What do you mean, Potter?"

Hermione answered with a smile, "He was almost sorted into Slytherin. If it wasn't for you he would have been."

Draco looked at her before chuckling, "The Golden Boy of Griffindor in Slytherin? My, my Potter. Maybe there is hope for you left."

Harry smirked, "Oh, you don't know the half of it," he said cryptically.

They all laughed, relaxing.

Once they stopped Harry spoke again, "Okay. So what is impossible?"

"Oh!" Hermione said handing Harry the Daily Prophet, "Draco was saying that it was impossible that the Death Eaters could have done it."

Harry looked up at Draco, remembering that he was a Death Eater's son, "Are you sure? Voldemort was very happy last night."

Draco flinched at the name, looking at Harry suspiciously, "How do you..." He droned off, eyes darting up at Harry's scar briefly, before continuing, "Never mind. They couldn't possibly have been there, because they were at a party all night."

"A muggle killing party?" Harry asked.

"No," Draco said disgusted, "It isn't in their principles. They were at some celebratory party all night. They were required to stay all night, at head quarters."

"Really?" Harry asked, "Then why was Voldemort happy? Really happy?"

Draco flinched then stared at Harry, "Why don't you tell me?"

Harry opened his mouth before blushing.

Hermione looked at him before turning to Draco, "What do you mean by 'it isn't in their principles' ?"

Draco sighed, "Everyone's got a twisted view of them. I don't know how to explain it to you well. You'd have to talk to someone like my Mother or Father. But basically, it's kinda about revenge."

Harry looked at Draco before saying, "So revenge made Voldemort kill my parents?"

Draco flinched and looked at Harry furiously, "You don't know what happened!"

Harry stood up, "I don't!? I was there!"

"Yes!" shouted Draco standing up, "He didn't want to kill your parents! He wanted to kill you!"

Harry started to growl and Hermione stood up looking at Harry gentlely, "What do you mean Draco?"

Draco looked at Hermione saying, "As that one muggle saying goes: An eye for an eye. Can you figure the rest out?"

Harry and Hermione looked shocked. They looked at each other.

Hermione laughed nervously, "You don't mean-?"

"Yes!" Draco snapped.

Harry said, "The Order would never-!"

"They did."

Hermione fidgeted, "What child did they murder?"

"My cousin."

Elsewhere

He was enjoying a glass of wine and a good book when someone knocked on the door, "Come in!" He called marking his place in the book and closing it. He was surprised when he saw Sirus Black standing in front of him, "Sirus! What's the honor?"

Sirus smiled, "I wanted to say that it was fine. That and I wanted to get out of that blasted, order infested, house!" He snarled before calming down saying, "You look good."

He smiled, "Thank you. Why don't you sit down?" When Sirus did he continued, "How's Moony?"

Sirus shrugged, "Fine. It was a bit rough without me, but he's doing well. I enjoyed seeing my brother again. It's been a while."

He nodded, "I'm a bit worried about you."

"You are?"

He took a sip of the wine he had before continuing, "Yes. Having your godson be on the other side must be harsh."

Sirus paled, gulping, "Yes. It is. I don't hate him. I don't want you to kill him. After all he's Moony and mine's cub. He's all we have left of Lily-flower," He raised an eyebrow at Sirus, "Don't get me wrong! I loathe the Order! They killed my sister-in-law and my unborn nephew! But I still love my godson and don't want to see him die."

He nodded, thinking, "Well... If you can get him on our side, I might spare his life. He is a powerful wizard. We need people like him on our side."

Sirus seemed to light up like a child on Christmas, "Thank you! I hope I can bring him to his senses."

"So do I."

Sirus jumped up and started to pace, "It's going to be hard. They're keeping me locked up in that house. They also keep watch on me when I talk to Harry. They keep watch on me constantly. I don't know whether it's because I'm reckless, a wanted criminal, they think I might make Harry independent, or if they suspect that I'm friends with you. Either way, I have to go before they find out I'm missing. There's only so much time you can spend with a hippogriff," As Sirus headed towards the door and opened it, he stopped and said before leaving, "We never should have lost two children to Dumbledore."

SMACK!

Even though Sirus wasn't there, he nodded, "We never should have."