A/N: Wow, I got some awesome reviews for my last chapter, thank you all so much. I'm touched. :') And I've reached the 100 review mark! YAY! Virtual high-fives and hugs to you all!

So for any of you interested to know, I've planned ahead and this story should have 6 or 7 more chapters after this one, that is, if I don't think of anything else to include… my goal is to reach the 100K mark, so there's plenty of story left to tell.

Probably not the angst-storm you were all expecting, but don't fret, that's coming next time in another long chapter ;)

Two Steps Back

2 days until the Yule Ball

"Morning," Hermione said as she swept into the Great Hall. She took a seat opposite Harry and Ron and grabbed a slice of toast. She didn't think much of it when the boys issued vague, incoherent grunts as their response to her, but she began to worry when she noticed Ron's untouched breakfast.

"Oh my gosh Ron, are you okay?"

"Mmm," he mumbled. He was looking at a piece of parchment with a great deal of concentration. Hermione watched him tilt it at an angle so Harry could see, and the two of them had a quiet discussion as Ron pointed at seemingly random points on the parchment. Her eyes darted between the two of them with suspicion and curiosity. Once Ron had risen from his seat, Hermione leapt at the chance to interrogate Harry.

"So, was that a letter or something?"

"Not exactly," he replied. He kept glancing over Hermione's shoulder to what she now realised was the Slytherin table. She settled for assuming that he was looking at Daphne; confirming it would mean looking over too, and she didn't really trust herself to do that. There was every chance Draco would be sitting there, and Hermione felt relieved to be sitting with her back to them. If she were sat on Harry's side of the table, she knew she'd keep stealing glances at Draco – just to gauge his mood above anything else. In hindsight it probably wasn't a wise move on her part to flee the basement without discussing everything there and then. He was never the most forthcoming person when it came to serious conversations; he even called her 'Mione' for Merlin's sake so he was bound to clam up the longer they avoided one another.

"So… are you going to tell me what it is?" Hermione prompted. Ron was now talking to Susan Bones at the Hufflepuff table. Her curiosity went up about ten notches as she saw this.

Harry looked torn, as if he wasn't quite sure if he should tell Hermione or not. Eventually he gave in, knowing that his friend wouldn't rest until she found out on her own if he withheld this from her.

"It was a list."

"Of?"

"Names."

"Whose names?"

"Girls names."

With each piece of information he gave, Harry shrank down in his seat a little more. This sounded so much more idiotic saying it out loud. Hermione's expression changed from curiosity, to confusion, to shock, and finally to disapproval.

"Please tell me that isn't a list of potential Yule Ball dates for Ron?"

Harry winced.

"Harry Potter, answer me!"

"Fine! Okay yeah it is," he held his hands up defensively and pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing.

"When on earth did this happen?"

"Saturday," Harry said.

"When I was in Hogsmeade? Honestly the things I miss just in the space of a few hours…" she shook her head.

"Come on, Mione, I'm sure you had a great time, until the storm of course."

"What's that supposed to mean?" she said a little too quickly. Harry's eyebrows twitched upwards and Hermione bit her lip in embarrassment, suddenly remembering that nobody knew about what had happened except Draco and herself.

"I – I mean, nothing really interesting happened. It was hardly worth going at all really. I got my dress but other than that…" she didn't finish her sentence. It would all be a pack of lies whatever she described the day as, and she didn't trust herself to not give the game away by her facial expressions. Draco had made her all too aware that her face was an open book, 'which incidentally is what her nose was buried in all the time' as a direct quote from him.

Harry seemed to suspect she was hiding something regardless of her incomplete explanation, but he didn't have time to question her as Ron slumped back over to the table and dropped down in his seat.

"No-go, mate?" Harry asked, giving Ron a kind-of 'bad luck' half smile.

"Taken… as were the other five. I told you this was a bloody waste of time this close to the Ball," he said in a loud whisper.

"I'm surprised you went along with this to begin with, Ronald," Hermione commented. Ron jumped, apparently having forgotten that she was there.

"Oh so you know now?" He shot Harry an irritated sideways look. Harry didn't say anything but shrugged with a sheepish expression on his face. "Look I was getting a bit worked up about it on Saturday and, well they talked me into it!"

"They?"

"Hey! Let's see who's left on the list!" Harry flapped the parchment in Ron's face in order to delay the inevitable conversation he would have with Hermione.

Ron idly jabbed at the parchment with his index finger, and Harry sighed, "really, Hannah Abbott, now? After you were just at the Hufflepuff table?"

"She's my first choice out of the ones that are left," Ron argued half-heartedly.

"Maybe it would have been wise to plan ahead. If you keep coming back then going over there it's going to look a bit obvious and tactless." said Harry.

"Yes because it isn't obvious the way you and Ronald pore over that bloody list moments before he asks someone out," Hermione rolled her eyes.

"I didn't see Mione notice yesterday when I was asking people all the way through lunch," Ron whispered to Harry, who chuckled. Seeing Hermione's expression, the boys' grins faded and Ron made a swift departure to the Hufflepuff table again.

"In my defence, my thoughts were elsewhere yesterday," Hermione commented. She always hated it when she overlooked something, "so come on, who helped you plan this? Was it the twins? Seamus? Dean?"

Harry's involuntary eye-flick to the Slytherin table was enough to provide an answer.

"Or Daphne?" Hermione smirked and Harry blushed, "I'm willing to bet that it was her idea."

"Yeah it was, actually," said Harry. He was now making a point of staring determinedly at his bowl of Cheeri-Owls, knowing he'd been caught out.

"How did this all come about?" It didn't escape Hermione's attention that this meant that Daphne, Harry and Ron had actually survived a solid amount of time in each other's company. Harry's distracted demeanour over the last couple of days wasn't lost on her either… there was more to this story than what met the eye, and Harry realised that Hermione knew there was.

"I'll tell you… so long as you tell me about your Saturday, too," his green eyes met hers.

Hermione froze and she cursed under her breath. His request was fair and friendly enough, but she couldn't shake this feeling that he knew she was hiding something too.

"Well thank bloody Merlin for that, eh?" Ron grinned triumphantly and immediately began devouring his stacked plate of food.

"She said yes?" Harry blinked in surprise and clapped Ron on the back.

"Mmhmm," Ron mumbled through a mouthful of bacon.

"Well that's great!" beamed Harry, "we've all got dates now."

He looked at Hermione as she inadvertently let out a small whimper, and she desperately tried not to look him in the eye. Ron, however, seemed oblivious to what was happening as he was still caught up in his joyous bubble.

"Thank Merlin!" Ron repeated, "That was way more stressful than it should have been."

"Agreed," said Harry and Hermione simultaneously.

Because it was the beginning of the holidays, the students dispersed from the Great Hall pretty quickly, all eager to relax in their respective common rooms. Some insane people (namely Oliver Wood, Angelina Johnston and the twins) even made a head start to go down to the Quidditch pitch despite the unpredictable weather conditions and freezing temperatures. They were apparently all suffering from withdrawal symptoms as the Tournament meant that there would be no Quidditch cup this year. Even Harry and Ron considered partaking in this when Fred and George invited them along, but Harry eventually declined after a good five minutes of deliberation, considering someone at Hogwarts wanted him dead…again, and he'd be a sitting Pygmy Puff out on a broomstick, as he had been in first year with Quirrell, and second year with the rogue Bludger, and then third year with the Dementors... Merlin why did he even want to play Quidditch anymore? Hermione certainly didn't understand why.

Ron looked more than ready to accept the offer, but Hannah Abbott began waving him over at the next table.

"You reckon I should go over?" he whispered to Harry.

"Yes," said Harry bluntly. He looked deadly serious, and Hermione found it difficult to hold back her smile.

Ron sighed but otherwise showed no sign of reluctance, "er actually you lot go on, it looks a bit stormy out there…" he was gone in a flash.

"Your loss mate," Fred shouted after him. As soon as he saw why Ron was declining their offer, he nudged George and the two of them let out very loud wolf-whistles, which echoed off the walls of the room.

A ripple of laughter rang out and Ron whipped round – his face a beetroot red. He scowled at the twins and shot a rude gesture their way before turning his back on them again.

"I think that's our cue to leave," George chuckled. The other members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team practically sprinted from the room after that, leaving Harry and Hermione sitting at the table.

"Honestly Harry, are us girls really that scary?" Hermione laughed.

"Yes," Harry said again, remembering his conversation with Daphne from Saturday. "Seriously what is it with you girls and needing to know every tiny detail when it comes to clothes?"

"Woah, we're not all like that, you know," Hermione held her hands up in defence, "but I hardly think you could ever escape the high-maintenance with a Slytherin girl."

Harry laughed half-heartedly and took a sip of his pumpkin juice; "yeah I suppose I put my foot in it there." He was looking over Hermione's shoulder again, but in a different place than the last few times, so she felt safe in following his gaze. She smiled when she saw Ron chatting animatedly to Hannah.

"Do you think he has a thing for her?" she asked.

"He tried to play it off cool but when this whole list thing came about but his face did seem to light up when we mentioned her name. Then again he'd asked five other girls before this morning, so who knows?"

"Okay then, enlighten me as to what I missed whilst Ginny and I were in Hogsmeade," Hermione said.

"Are you going to tell me about what happened to you, if I do?" Harry asked.

"Yeah," Hermione answered as casually as she could. Whilst there was no proof that Harry suspected something, she decided she'd avoid telling the whole truth unless she was directly asked a leading question – she was still quite hopeless when it came to lying despite how much time she had spent with Draco lately. Then again, that could all change depending on what Harry told her.

Harry nodded a little reluctantly and shuffled further up the table so they wouldn't be overheard. The table wasn't even all that crowded in the spot they were in before so Hermione could only imagine that something big happened – potentially big enough to rival what had transpired in her day, though Hermione seriously doubted anything could come close. She slid along the opposite bench until she was facing Harry again.

"So, start off with this list," Hermione said.

Her friend nodded again and stared vacantly at a random spot on the table, presumably recalling the events as he spoke of them.

"Well I was already with Daphne anyway since she just gave me a lesson in the qualities of different materials used for dress robes and how to identify them," he held back an eye roll, "and…"

Across the room, it hadn't escaped Draco's notice that Hermione and Potter were having a conversation at the Gryffin-dork table. Not that there was anything unusual about that but the way they isolated themselves and the way Hermione's bushy head was bent forwards slightly gave the impression that they clearly didn't want to be overheard.

This was enough to make alarm bells ring in Draco's head and his paranoia levels shoot up – a rather unfortunate family trait he had inherited. The whole pride thing really did come at an inconvenient and large cost of suspecting anyone and everyone… it was no wonder that Slytherins were famed for being independent and aloof. Whether Draco wanted to feel this way or not, the fact was that he was scared that Hermione was telling Potter what had happened. Whilst he had warmed to Hermione considerably over the last couple of weeks there was no way in hell he would trust Scar-head to keep his mouth shut.

Even Draco hadn't had chance to properly filter what had happened and how he felt at the time, so he was hardly ready for anyone else to know. If anything, avoiding Hermione at every chance he could get over the last day or so had seemed to erase his emotions from that moment altogether. Just an hour ago when he woke up, he recalled feeling immensely guilty, hurt and sad when she broke off the arrangement to go to the Ball with him, and after just one day of distance and plain banishing her from his thoughts, he had no idea how he could feel those things. He wasn't going to deny that the emotions wormed their way back into his system occasionally, but definitely not in the same intense and overwhelming way they had on Saturday.

Maybe he had just imagined the whole thing, or maybe he was just in denial… Draco shook the thoughts away, refusing to let this get the better of him in a public area. He tried to focus on other things. He heard heavy breathing from somewhere nearby, and he glanced across to where Daphne was sitting. She too, was staring wide-eyed at the Gryffindor table, and was clutching her fork so hard her already pale knuckles were turning white.

Draco smirked. It's not that he enjoyed seeing her in such a worked up state, but he did prefer it to the smug-Daphne she had been yesterday. He had perhaps made it far too obvious that Hermione had changed her mind.

Sensing his eyes on her, Daphne's head turned slowly to face him. She took in his uneasy demeanour that would undoubtedly match her own, should she have a mirror with her. She began to wonder why he looked so panicked. She sure as hell knew her own reasons, and that made her very suspicious about what exactly had happened to make Granger suddenly reject him. She figured he had called her a Mudblood or something up until this point.

She arched an eyebrow at Draco, who did the same back to her. They sat like this for a while, silently trying to get answers about what happened with the other by looking for hidden clues in body language and facial expressions. This was a pointless act, as neither was fully capable at Legilimency, but it didn't stop them from trying.

Daphne eventually broke out in a light sweat from the determination not to let her poker face crack, so she looked away and got up. To keep up appearances she whispered in Draco's ear as she passed him.

"Whatever happened on Saturday, it looks like it made you lose the bet, Malfoy."

"Please, I still have two days to change her mind back again." Draco grabbed Daphne's wrist and whispered back.

"Just give up Draco, it would be so much less painful for all of us," she sighed and prodded her glasses back into place as they had started to slide down her nose.

"I will be taking her to that Ball."

"You really want to win a stupid bet that badly?"

The stubborn gleam in Draco's eyes faltered slightly, and he hesitated before attempting to respond. Daphne smirked and cut across him, "that is, if you're even concerned about the bet anymore…"

"No… I mean yes… I… oh piss off, Greengrass," Draco spat. Daphne simply laughed.

"That's what I thought," she said, and with that she walked out of the Hall.

Draco's head was once again barraged with emotions. One simple implication about Hermione and his feelings from that day came flooding back to him. He mentally kicked himself for even thinking avoiding her would make them go away. They made him forget, yes, but there was really no way of avoiding it altogether.

However pointless it seemed, and however easily Draco could predict the outcome, one stubborn part of his mind told him there was one way of getting to the bottom of his feelings for Hermione. He knew for a fact it wasn't a case of being in denial, because he definitely accepted it on Saturday, but Hermione's words had got him questioning how legitimate it was… they really hardly knew each other.

"Bertie Botts jelly bean roulette? Are you serious?" Hermione laughed.

Harry laughed too, "Well I just really wanted Ron to get a date. I feel bad enough for him as it is with those marvellous dress robes of his. Besides there's food involved so Ron didn't really object to anything."

"So why did Daphne want to take part in this?"

"Because she got to come up with the rules. She asked me why Ron was moping around so much so she was pretty much involved straight away."

"Yeah I didn't think 'Ron gets a bad flavour, Daphne get to pick a name, Ron gets a good flavour, you gets to pick a name for the list' was quite your style. I can only imagine some of the names Daphne would have put forward," Hermione laughed again, "I would have thought Ron would get some kind of say in this though."

"After the Fleur incident I think we would have been there all day trying to even get a name onto the list. He would have made up tonnes of excuses not to ask anyone we thought of. It's not like he had to ask out everyone we said… we were just getting options out there.

"Fair enough," Hermione nodded, "so is there anything else you want to tell me? I can't imagine why you'd be so secretive about that story."

Harry fidgeted in his seat, "right well, I wasn't sure whether I should tell anyone what happened because looking at how things turned out it seems pretty pointless. But I kind of need to get this off my chest… it's been playing on my mind since Saturday and I know you're really the only person who wont judge me for it, since you're going to the Ball with Malfoy and all."

Hermione tried not to react when Harry said this, but he seemed too focused on his story that he didn't notice her fail miserably. "Well, Ron had left to try and find someone from the list and Pansy came over and started giving Daphne the third degree about sitting with me… has Malfoy said anything about what's going on?

Hermione shook her head. "I've seen how tense it is between them, and I think Draco and Daphne have had some kind of disagreement too but I don't know why."

"Oh okay. But yeah anyway after Pansy left to go to Hogsmeade, Daphne actually started to cry."

"Are you serious? The Ice Queen started to melt?"

"Well she didn't properly cry; more like shed a tear or two. When she saw that I noticed she made up some story about having watery eyes from a cold she caught."

"Figures," Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, but that's when it started getting weird. Not a bad weird. Just…weird. D'ya know what I mean?"

Hermione nodded and Harry half-smiled. Both of them dreaded to think how they'd be coping right now if they didn't have the other to confide in.

"So I asked her what was wrong, and she didn't try to lie to cover up the fact she was upset. She said she…" Harry's voice trailed off.

"What?"

He sighed, "She said she envied me." Hermione's jaw dropped and Harry laughed, "It's true. See what I mean by weird? I told her she didn't want to be in my position. Yeah I get a lot of press but there's just that minor drawback of almost getting murdered every year."

"What did she say to that?"

"She said she envies my friends, not my fame. Don't get me wrong, she's not especially fond of you or Ron but I guess it was more the idea of how close the three of us are, like we can tell each other stuff and trust each other. Apparently it's like hell in the Slytherin common room lately, because of whatever's happened with her, Malfoy and Pansy. She says it's pretty lonely in there, and that almost everyone is always out for themselves and only themselves. She asked me if you or Ron would hold it against me if I ever hurt your feelings, whether I meant to or not. Of course I answered 'no', but the expression on her face said it all really."

"Oh my gosh!" Hermione exclaimed.

"I know right, who knew the Slytherins had the capacity to have real emotions?"

"I guess they just keep them hidden behind their obnoxious facades. What with You-Know-Who being a Slytherin they're probably brought up to never show signs of weakness," Hermione gasped quietly. Guilt welled up in the pit of her stomach when she realised that this must be what Draco had been doing all along, and she had called him out on it on Saturday when it was pretty obvious something big was bothering him. No wonder he was acting so distant.

"Maybe," Harry said, "okay Mione don't judge me…"

"There's more?"

Harry nodded.

"Okay, yeah of course I won't judge you." It would be bloody hypocritical of her to do such a thing.

"Well I walked out into the grounds with her so she could clear her head a bit. I kind of got the impression she was just getting more worked up from panicking that other people would see she was upset. She really relaxed quite a lot as soon as no one could see us, and she suddenly grabbed my hand. I didn't pull away because clearly she just needed a friend right then, even if it was me."

As Harry talked, Hermione kept picking out similarities between his story and what had happened with Draco. She relaxed, feeling comforted that Daphne was acting like Draco did.

"Then she kind of leaned into my side and put her head on my shoulder as we walked. I didn't pull away from this either because I just thought she was cold from the snow and the wind."

Hermione couldn't help but smile, Oh Harry, so naïve.

"Then what happened?"

Harry met Hermione's eyes and conceded that he couldn't stall anymore, "Then I," he cleared his throat, "I kissed her."

Hermione's hands shot up to cover her mouth in surprise.

"Did she…?"

Harry nodded once, and Hermione gasped. "Yeah she kissed me back; not for long though," he said. "I still can't really bloody remember what I was thinking at the time, nor can I imagine why she didn't push me away sooner or hex me. We started avoiding each other after that, but I ended up bumping into her again not long before you came back from Hogsmeade. She asked me not to tell anyone, and if I did I was to make sure they didn't tell anyone else," he looked at Hermione expectantly.

"Oh yes, of course I won't," she said.

"Thanks. So after that we talked about it and we decided that it'd be best to just remain civil after the Ball is over and done with. Personally I think it'd be awkward between us if we pretend it never happened, but she said she couldn't risk her House giving her more grief right now."

Hermione nodded thoughtfully and Harry frowned, "I must say Mione, you are taking this much better than I thought you would."

"Well as far as Slytherins go, Daphne would definitely be my preferred choice if you were ever to go out with any of them. She never has been much of a pain over the years. Erm, Harry could I just ask you one thing before I tell you what happened in Hogsmeade?"

"Go ahead."

"Well, why did you kiss her? I know she was upset but really you barely know her, even less than Draco and I know each other. I'm not saying you shouldn't have done it but I'm just curious."

Harry saw in Hermione's eyes that she had much more reason to be asking him this than simply being curious. He decided not to push it: he would probably have his answer soon enough.

"It sounds stupid and like I'm avoiding the question but I honestly don't know. It wasn't just impulse, because I kind of hesitated for a second before I did it. I can't explain it but something in my gut was just telling me it was the right thing to do. I know we don't know anything about each other, but maybe these things just aren't supposed to make sense." With this last comment, the twins' revelation about Molly having a crush on Snape was at the forefront of his mind.

"Yes that does seem to make sense of that in a nonsensical kind of way," Hermione said.

"Yeah," Harry agreed, "so it's your turn now." He propped his elbows on the table and rested his chin in his hand.

There was a bustle at the entrance to the Great Hall when a couple of hundred students entered: some had come down for a late breakfast after having a lie-in, some had been watching other students on the Quidditch pitch and had returned to warm up, some were members of the Astronomy club and so were also getting a late breakfast, and others were just friends of people within these categories. Suffice it to say, the Gryffindor table became crowded very quickly, so Harry and Hermione decided to leave and make their way up to the common room. They agreed to take a detoured route to give them more time to talk since the tower would probably be equally crowded.

As soon as they were in the Entrance Hall, their pace slowed and Hermione began her account of Saturday.

Pansy's heart fluttered in her chest as she eagerly returned the kiss of the boy in front of her. She found herself slightly disappointed after a while. Had she just built her expectations too high after so long or was he being weirdly hesitant and unsure today? Pansy didn't care to think about that right now or ask him about it. She was just revelling in this moment of triumph. She knew deep down that Draco could never have feelings for Granger, and the fact that he was kissing her right now was all the proof she needed. Daphne and her stupid bet could go to hell for all she cared. All that mattered was that Draco was with her now, like he should be. This just made sense; they were both Slytherin, Pureblood and on each other's parents' lists for potential future spouses. What in the name of Salazar made sense about him and Granger? Nothing.

She and Draco were stood in an alcove in a deserted corridor on the fourth floor. The silence made Pansy quickly aware of the sound of faint footsteps. She opened her eyes, wondering if Draco had noticed too. She frowned upon seeing that he already had his eyes open, and was gazing blankly out of the window they were stood next to, as if in deep thought. Pansy was pissed off to no end about his lack of interest, despite being the one to initiate the kiss, but she decided to keep her mouth shut for now, not wanting it to end just yet.

A few seconds later, Pansy could hear voices. She was determined to keep this kiss going as long as possible so she paid whoever was approaching no mind. Draco must still be lost in his thoughts too, as it didn't quite register until he realised who one of the voices belonged to.

"…so it happened so suddenly that I just kind of panicked. I said some stuff, he said some stuff and so I just broke it off. But I feel like that was a bit hasty after what you were saying about Daphne about how maybe it doesn't matter that you two don't really know each- oh Godric!"

Hermione stopped in her tracks, as did Harry. By this point Draco had frozen. He had broken away from Pansy, but evidently not quickly enough. If he didn't need any confirmation about how legitimate his feelings from Saturday had been for Hermione already, he definitely knew for sure now. It didn't feel quite right kissing Pansy right off the bat but the fact that he instinctively pulled away and felt guilty when he heard Hermione made it blatantly obvious to him. She'd broken the Yule Ball arrangement off with him, and yet he felt guilty. Draco had never felt guilty about anything like this before. Even when he had actually been technically dating someone and been caught kissing someone else by them, he didn't feel like this.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit! His mind was saying over and over.

"Hermione, I was just, er-"

"You don't have to explain yourself to me, Draco," Hermione said. Her voice was steady and apathetic enough to sound like she couldn't care less, but as always, her face told a different story. Her big brown eyes were glossy; her frown and crinkled nose gave away the fact that she was fighting back tears. Be they from anger or hurt, it made no difference to Draco. He just wished he had a time turner to erase the last five minutes or so. He wished he could wipe the tears away from her face and tell her his idiotic reasons for kissing Pansy. But his feet seemed cemented to the floor and his windpipes constricted, preventing him from doing something quick enough.

"Come on, let's go," Harry pulled Hermione away by the arm, making sure to stare daggers at Draco as he did so. Hermione looked back at Draco until he was out of sight. Only then did she let a tear fall down her cheek. She willed herself not to get upset. She had no right to be; they were no longer going to the Ball together so who was she to make a big deal out of this? It was only Malfoy…

Draco let out a long breath as the footsteps faded away. He slumped against the wall and rubbed his hands down his face. Pansy was just staring at him in bewilderment.

"What the bloody hell was that?!"

"Do you really want me to answer that question?" Draco snapped in exasperation, finally able to speak.

Pansy said nothing, instead opting to slap him hard across the face.

"That is for leading me on and choosing that foul Mudblood over me," she hissed. She flounced away feeling more empowered than she had in a long time. She could now see what Daphne had been talking about when this whole bet thing started in the first place. Maybe if she hadn't been so blind to the truth behind her words then this whole business with Granger would never have happened.

Draco sighed and brought his hand up to touch his cheek where Pansy had slapped him. Whilst he wanted to be angry with her he just couldn't bring himself to be. He knew this idea would be a waste of time, but he had to be sure. It didn't help that all that slap had done was remind him of Hermione.

If he hadn't already lost the bet before he was confident that he had done now.

To be continued…

A/N: Who wants to set an angry Hippogriff on Draco to knock some sense into him? *raises hand*

Aaaanyway, happy early Easter (or actual Easter depending where you are)!

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