After calming down, Hermione for the first time in two hours realised the compromising position she was in. She was in library, having sat there for another half an hour after mystery boy had left. Well of course, she'd registered that, but that's not why she was in a compromising position at all. The reason for her dilemma was that she'd been too emotional to realise that she was sat in her pyjamas.

So now she was faced with the task of getting out of the library and all the way up to the tower. It was very rare that Hermione did what she was about to do, but surely the situation gave her enough reason.

"Fuck."

"I still can't believe you did that to us and got away with it. Not a detention or a… a, anything…" Pansy muttered, still in a mood. The group had finished their dinner and was drinking coffee, well; Pansy was drinking tea and eating ice cream.

"You did it to yourselves actually. I didn't tell anyone to sit there and laugh." Draco said calmly annoying Pansy even more. She was such an angry child he thought to himself, maybe he should advise her to anger management or therapy.

"If you didn't do it in the first place mate, then we wouldn't have found it hilarious." Goyle pointed out.

"Oh yeah, because I woke up that morning and thought: Hmm, I think I'll give Snape a lap dance while singing I'M HORNY at the top of my voice today, you know guys, as I normally do." Blaise smiled at Draco's sarcasm, even after something horrific like that, Draco still had his warped sense of humour.

"It's still your fault Draco, I haven't forgiven you yet. Not until you say sorry."

"Pansy, Pansy." He whispered, gesturing for her to come closer. "Now listen very carefully…" he paused as he put his mouth to her ear, (they were leaning over the table.) "Girl I refuse, you must have me confused with some other a guy, the bridges are burned and now it's your turn to cry. So cry me a river, girl, cry me a river…."

SMACK!

"Cripes Pansy! Fucking hell, are you trying to give me brain damage?" Draco rubbed his head again. And glared at Pansy who was holding Blaise's rolled up newspaper, which had attacked Draco earlier.

"You DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY, are a PISS TAKE!" She yelled at him, slamming the paper back on the table. Draco tried not to laugh, he really did. "And stop laughing at me, I know very well that was NOT was of your stupid little expressions, now you're using them to mock me!"

"Oh Pansy, what makes you think you're that important that I'd go out the way to do it!" Draco said with an innocent smile. Unsurprisingly, Draco got smacked with the evening prophet a lot more before the end of dinner.

As it got to around quarter past seven Draco declared that he was going to his room because he had things to do, meaning that he wanted to write an apology to Snape. Blaise rose from the table joining Draco telling him he had places to be going and people to be doing.

"I mean seeing…" Blaisr corrected smiling, but knowing he had been caught. Draco had laughed at that slip of tongue.

Draco and Blaise hadn't really spent much time together since the whole expressions thing so this gave them both the chance to catch up, meaning think of ways to mock Pansy; as indeed, 'Pansy Mocking' was there favourite sport. They walked the long way around to the common room giving them more time to laugh together. Draco hadn't laughed so much in ages. He'd completely forgotten that Blaise was this hilarious.

But what Draco (and Blaise in this case) found even more hilarious was the sight of Granger sneaking out the library in her pyjamas, obviously trying to sneak back to her dorm.

"This is so rich," Blaise whispered then put finger to his mouth indicating Draco to be quiet then pointing at the ink covered girl, telling Draco without words to follow her. As they crept behind her, it was all too much for Draco's soul expression and his hands instantly formed into the shape of a muggle gun. Quietly, he hummed.

"Duh duh duhduh, duh duh duhduh." Yes, that right, he was humming the mission impossible tune and the temptation was getting unbearable for Blaise. So he did was any civilised, upper class, pureblood Slytherin would do. He joined in. After all, Draco

couldn't help it, so he couldn't leave the poor lad to make a fool of himself!

So as Hermione was just about to turn the corner, Draco rolled in front of her on the floor, his 'gun' in his hand and it aiming in three directions one after the other. And Blaise stopped her from moving to check if the coast was clear.

Hermione looked at them as if they had both gone mad. But then she remembered her current sanity wasn't up to standards, so she just shrugged it off and walked past them leaving Draco humming mission impossible.

Wait? She froze in her tracks thinking. Mission Impossible was a muggle movie, how in hell would Draco Malfoy know that? She shook her head deciding to ignore it. After all it was a mad, mad world.

Later that night at around 9:15 Draco groaned as he rolled over in his sleep. He just couldn't get comfortable and was tossing and turning constantly. He'd written a letter to Snape and it had made him feel a little better. But he was still anxious to receive a reply. Now he could tell mystery girl he's apologised and she wouldn't think so badly of him. She'd seemed really shocked about the whole Snape thing.

He'd thought about her a lot before he's drifted to sleep, wondering if she really would meet him again tomorrow. And he'd even admitted to himself he did have the tiniest of crushes on her., whoever she was. He'd laid and thought of their words.

"Will I see you around?"She's asked, her voice barely a whisper.

"I suppose, you might see me every day." Draco had replied.

"And we'd never know."Those words were haunting him. Who was this mystery girl? What did he know? She was always right about things, modest, and she was Gryffindor. He'd have to get to know her a little better tomorrow. Oh, and he'd almost forget, she'd fell out with her friends. Probably her friend thought she'd stole her mascara when in fact she hadn't, she'd lost it. Or something like that. Draco wasn't interested in stupid fights girls had. But this girl hadn't seemed stupid at all. Her words had seemed so wise.

"Crying isn't a weakness, it's a strength, being able to except that something is wrong." Draco whispered out loud to himself. Draco hated crying and had always thought it was weak. Maybe he was wrong because she had sounded so right.

He felt a little bad, turning his head to the side he stared at the bump under a quilt which was Blaise asleep. Blaise had been a very good friend to him, and if he fancied someone he was always the first to know. And it had been a two way agreement to be able to confine in each other. But she was a Gryffindor.

"Everyone has a secret, but can you keep it?" Would Blaise keep it? He might tell Pansy, then the whole school would know. Not that Pansy was a gossiper, not at all. She would just yell at him until there was only a blob of humiliated Draco-goop on the Great Hall floor. "Oh no, they can't."

Friends didn't tell each other everything anyway. It wouldn't matter and it wasn't as if anything would ever happen with this girl, nothing would come of it anyway.

He smiled half dazed, dreaming of a girl in Gryffindor uniform. He couldn't see her face, but that didn't matter because in his dreams he knew the smell of her hair, the taste of her lips and how her hand felt in his. He drifted into a proper sleep comfortable for the first time that night. Feeling fully relaxed since the earlier that night when he had seen her.

Severus had been wrong in thinking seeing his kids and wife would distract him. He was currently sat in the nursery, a two year old asleep in his arms, a 6 year old and an 8 year old playing wizard snap. And of course his wife snuggling into him on the couch. He'd only been at school a few months but Merlin how he had missed them.

His wife was quietly reading through a book for him as he smoked a cigarette, holding tightly to his little boy making sure the smoke didn't go on him.

As soon as Jacob had fallen asleep and Amelia and Robert had started playing snap, he had explained the whole thing to his wife Arazona. And so she had listened intently, laughing at the last incident and had agreed to help him. After all her husband was over worked and underpaid and she wanted him to relax a while. So she was sat reading an Expressions book to him in the candle light. This went on for about 25 minutes, both Severus and Arazona enjoying their comfortable embrace, until their maid Taylor informed them a Malfoy had sent a letter.

Severus had been hesitant to open it, not knowing which Malfoy it was from by the wax seal. And the older Malfoy was never polite by post, well, any of the time really. But he was relieved to find it was in fact from Draco. He smiled lightly as he read the letter out loud to his wife, careful not to wake Jacob.

Professor Snape,

It's Draco, don't worry I'm not writing to attack you verbally or to complain. You may be a bit surprised by this, as I'm normally stubborn but I want to apologise. Even though it wasn't my fault what happened earlier today I do feel responsible for what happened. And I'm sorry for putting you in such a… inappropriate position. And I can't thank you enough for removing the potion; I doubt anyone else could have figured what was wrong with me.

And by the way sir, you'll be please to know that your potions class, minus Potter, Weasley and Granger, and myself, were out into a full day detention of cleaning out the lake! We can only imagine how vile it must have been, so I'm sure that will brighten your spirits!

I hope to see you back in school soon sir and happy and healthy, and hopefully not TOO mentally scarred. Sorry again professor.

Enjoy your break from school.

.

Ps. I'll keep you updated on my soul expressions.

"Draco's such a lovely boy Severus but I'm afraid I'll never be able to look at him the same ever again." Arazona giggled, a smile playing on her lips.

"It wasn't you that had his 'wand' pressed against your stomach." Severus replied, he couldn't help but smile though, no matter how embarrassing it was for him, he was sure Draco would be suffering more. He always had that to make him feel better. "Anyway, let's swiftly change subject. Back to the potion."

"Severus you're not getting anywhere, we're going to be here all night, why don't you research the spell." Arazona advised. Severus 'hmmm' ed, Arazona sighed and went to get another book from the library.

While she was gone Amelia and Robert soon filled her place on the sofa. Not he like was complaining.

"Why are you home so early, daddy?" His middle child Amelia asked.

"And why are you children not at school. I bet you knew I was home didn't you and you're skiving school to see me." He teased them. They giggled.

"No we're not father, promise," Said Robert. He was the spitting image of Severus, minus the crooked nose from it being broken about 60 times and the greasy hair from working with potions. "We've got a two week break off school, it's a holiday."

"Oh. Well, I'm home because Draco Malfoy is a bit poorly and I need to help him." Their father replied to them.

"Oh, will he be okay daddy? I like Draco." Amelia said looking a tad upset.

"He'll be fine sweety, now shouldn't you children be in bed?" He looked at them stern but he couldn't resist smiling at their sleepy faces and just mentally shrugged as they snuggled into him. And soon he couldn't resist any longer and fell to sleep holding the best things that had ever happened to him closely never wanting to let go.

He didn't feel his wife watching them sound asleep on the settee. She smiled from the doorway clutching a book to her chest. She loved them all so dearly and Severus was so exhausted from work that she decided to switch the roles for a while and walked into her husband's study, vowing to find something useful by morning.

When Draco woke up the next morning he was feeling unnaturally happy. He had dreamt of his mystery girl. If this would have been happening to him a few weeks back, he wouldn't have dared to think and feel what he was doing now. But this potion was changing him, he knew that and he loved it.

Such a euphoric feeling was sending his Soul Expression crazy and it insisted Draco woke his friends up to join in his happiness.

"WAKE UP IT'S A BEAUTIFUL MORNING!" Draco sang as he jumped up and down pulling up his trousers. Blaise shot up in bad at the loud voice that had just invaded his mind, Crabbe and everyone else slept on.

"Draco, you twat!" He swore as he lay back down and turned over putting a pillow over his head as Draco sang.

"But Blaise!" his voice mumbled from underneath a jumper being pulled over his head. Blaise lifted the pillow to be greeted with the sight of Draco dancing around the dormitory singing, "I feel pretty, oh so pretty, I feel pretty and witty and,"

"Draco shut the fuck up. " Blaise said sharply before plopping the pillow back on his head.

"AND GAY!" Draco sang louder as he skipped into the bathroom, imitating an opera singer.

"MALFOY! It's 6:45 in the morning!" Blaise's voice shouted through the pillow.

"I feel charming! Oh so charming! It's alarming, how charming I feel! And so pretty! That I hardly can believe I'm real!" Draco continued.

Theodore Nott, the 5th roommate, listened quietly to Blaise and Draco arguing so early in the morning. He sat and laughed to himself about Draco singing such… gay songs. He smiled. Thank god he never got close to his dorm mates. He had a huge feeling at was going to be a long day for Draco's friends. But Theodore, being the true Slytherin he was just laughed. This was a good start to the day. Oh, this was a brilliant start, he had a feeling things were going so well.

"Cry Me a River" is the second single from Justin Timberlake's solo debut album Justified. Released on December 17, 2002, the single, which features guest vocals and production by Timbaland & Scott Storch. The original Mission:Impossible theme music was written by Danny Elfman, Hans Zimmer, and Michael Giacchino. "I feel pretty" is from West Side Story which is an American musical with a book by Arthur Laurents, music by Leonard Bernstein, and lyrics by Stephen Sondheim. "Wake Up" was by Boo Radlay.

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