Into Hostile Knowledge

by Kubla Khun

A failing grade leads two enemy's together but everything is not as it seems. Can a person truly be saved? Can two people fight against an eternal hatred? *COMPLETE*

11. Out of your Mouth

N.E.W.T's

Four little letters, which represented four words that would be the bane of
many students' existences, were arriving very quickly. Hermione had been
preparing since her third year at Hogwarts and around this present time many
of her peers were rapidly requesting her help.

Instead of her normal chastising lectures about being prepared and having
proper study plans laid out, she suggested memorization of the most likely materials and a thorough grounding in all areas of study. Her nights were filled with group study
sessions, which she didn't really mind, because even though she did know a great deal of the subjects the review never hurt. The halls were filled with bleary eyed seventh years that looked on edge and ready to cry and the constant expounding from the teachers about plans for the future and career options that lay open to them did nothing to improve their mood.

Harry, naturally, wanted to be an Auror, but no one saw problems in this, as this training would be beneficial for when the time came for him to face Voldemort. Ron was looking into jobs dealing with Quidditch despite his father's letters trying to convince him to study to work for the Ministry. Since all of Hermione's professors assumed she had her life mapped out, they paid her no special attention in this matter; Hermione felt a little lost, so she ignored this by throwing herself into study. Another Saturday rolled around and Hermione ardently refused Ron and Harry's insistence that she visit Hogsmeade with them. As she made her way up the corridor to Flitwick's classroom, she began to feel the weight of it all. It was true that she flourished under pressure but all the studying was beginning to wear her knowledge-tempered mind.

"Well," she thought languidly, "At least I can dictate this lesson to Draco,
I don't need to read a thing." Malfoy was sitting on a chair beside the
teachers desk slumped over with his head on his crossed arms and his eyes
closed. Quietly she crept up to him and poked him in the side. His eyes flew
open and he grunted in surprise groping for his wand.

Hermione did not even allow herself to hold in the laughter as it came out
of her in masses. Sitting down, she attempted to calm herself and
apologized.

"You have no business sneaking up on people and waking them up. It's
positively beastly of you!"

"Aww, is the ferret upset because I scared him and woke him from his nice
little nap?" She laughed mockingly. "You will get no sympathy from me. Some
of us have the sense not to stay up all night doing god only knows what,
instead of sleeping."

"If by 'god only knows what,' you mean studying, than you're right, I have no sense. I'm exhausted and am just as devoid of sense as you are, now quit wasting my time
and let's review so I can have a full meal before I lock myself away to study. Perhaps I will even get more than two hours of sleep tonight?" He glared at her and rubbed his cheek to get the blood flowing there again.

Hermione rolled her eyes and began. They were nearing the end of their
review sessions and tutoring, as the end of the year approached. Flitwick
had congratulated her on a job well done, with his mark now being on the way
to the top five but the teacher and tutor agreed not to tell Draco exactly
how well he was doing until after NEWT's. Today they had managed to complete their review early, and Hermione demanded that they look up some new charms to learn until their two hours were finished.

Amid the torrent of schoolwork and mind numbing review, there were
occasional letters from his father asking specifically about the heinous
trio. Like always, he made up some nonsense about suspecting something was up
with them. He reported hearing strange noises from behind Hermione's door and that Harry looked especially eager as of late. Nothing he ever sent, if it was truthful, was completely accusing, and Draco hoped that this was just some spot of anxiety on Lucius' part over the impending graduation and not evidence of impending battles.

He let these thoughts filter out of his conscious mind as he lazily turned
the crackling pages of a charm book. "What about this one?" he asked after
skimming over the paragraph and coinciding description.

"Vox Vocis Commuto…. hmmm, I have never tried that one before; the act of
throwing your voice." She raised her arms to attempt the spell, but the book was snatched from her and rather than an incantation, she let out a cry of indignation.

"Yes?" Her eyebrow quirked from hearing his mutterings.

"I think that I should be the one to do it!" He glared, "I found it!"

She gave a sigh of desperation. "Alright how about a compromise; we will try it together, alright?" He placed the book between them and they held out their wands, and with a swish and flick, said the words in unison.

They stared blankly at each other. Neither felt any different. Both said
"ahhh…" in unison and gave the other a confused glance.

"Well, that was rather anti climatic," Hermione drawled in a bored tone as
she clapped her hands over her mouth which started mumbling loudly beneath
her fingers.

"What in the Bloody Hell was that?" Draco said in an accusing tone and then
squeaked in a very feminine way.

The muffled voice beneath Hermione's palms became louder and Draco stood up
and yanked her hands away from her mouth. "…NOTHER ONE OF YOUR STUPID
MISTAKES! BLASTED GRANGER, WHAT IN THE HELL DID YOU DO THIS TIME?" Hermione yelled in a deep voice, one much lower and angrier then she normally spoke in.

"ME? You were the one who found that silly spell!" Draco said shrilly. "Oh
move over!" He said as she pushed him aside and snapped her eyes to the
spell that they had just preformed.

"I knew it you Gryffindors are all just a load of idiots…" Hermione's mouth
said indignantly.
"Hey!" interrupted Hermione with her words coming from his mouth, "Head
Girl here! Top of the school and what not, I don't mean to brag but I am a
very smart witch." Then he began to giggle and laugh almost obnoxiously and
added, "Sorry, it's just so funny to hear you say that you are a witch!"
Draco interrupted her by saying, "Oh this is just grand! Just wait until the
teacher find out that you've gone and switched our mouths…" Hermione frowned as this
dripped like honey off of her tongue.

"Look here," Hermione said, her words still coming from Draco's mouth, "It
says something." She flipped through the pages while he hovered above her
with clear disdain on his face from having his words come out of her mouth
and having her annoying laughter and speech come from his own.

He leaned over to read the page where she pointed but she read aloud
anyways. "There is a warning not to do the spell both at a close range with
another person, or at the same exact time. Not only can the performers have
their words put into another's mouth but also their entire heads switched.
Well I guess we are rather lucky…" His voice saying her precise and calm
words sounded strange.

"Oh yeah, real bloody lucky, Granger, Now can you reverse the spell? Your
horrible pronunciation is giving my mouth a cramp." She said crisply.

"Okay for one, my pronunciation is as good, if not better than yours you inbred prat; and two, have you learned nothing? You can help you know!"

He glared at her but it seemed to have lost its potency. The next three
hours were spent picking apart various charms and spells and rejecting
suggested ideas.

"Well, we have exhausted these books…why don't we go to the library? Most
people are in Hogsmeade and I think we can get there without anyone
noticing." She suggested in his tired drawl.

"Fine." He said and stood to collect their books.

She went to leave and bumped into the invisible barrier that still stood
around the room. He laughed and she gave him an icy stare before he held out
a hand to help her out. "Not so funny now is it?" He asked mockingly from
her mouth.

Draco began to mutter out the incantation while Hermione made the wand
movements and she stuck out her foot to test the barrier. Her foot met solid
resistance and her eyes widened in horror. "Oh HELL NO! Try again, maybe you
did it wrong!" She quickly repeated the spell, and again her foot met the
barrier.

Draco began to pace back and forth with extreme fever and then lunged at it
banging his fists against it while Hermione stood and watched him blankly
and said some words that even she did not know, which made her blush.

"So, does this mean that we are stuck in this bleeding room until Monday
morning?" He asked as he pointed a finger accusingly. His mouth moved but
Hermione made no sound. She was slightly frightened of his rapid change of
mood and just stared while her voice and his words yelled back at him while
he began pacing again and yelling more.

"Ahh…Draco?" His voice whimpered, "Could you stop yelling, it's starting to
hurt my throat…" He looked away from her, seething and crossed his arms sullenly over his chest.

"Is it still possible to do any magic?" She began to do the swish and flick
with his low tone accompanying her actions. Nothing happened.

"No magic, no spells, no way at the moment to turn us back to
normal…Do you have any food?"

He looked at her in outrage. "At a time like this and all you can think
about is your stomach? How idiotic can you get?" She walked up to him and
pushed her finger in his chest painfully. "If we are forced to stay here
then we will need food and water! I can survive for two days without food
but neither of us will be in a good shape come Monday morning without
something to drink. So calm the fuck down, and try to be more pleasant so I
don't have to kill you and eat your pathetic carcass to survive this
horrible experience. I don't like it any more then you but we need to stay
BLOODY CALM!" His voice came out shrill at the end and he had to refrain
from covering his ears. He was startled out of his tantrum because from the
look in her eye, it seemed like she was having one in her head and looked as
though she really would kill him and eat him if necessary.

Draco gulped and tried to smile, but failed horribly.

"I have a bottle of Fire Whiskey in my bag, some sun flower seeds and three
sandwiches." She looked at him in surprise but this was an automatic
response, she really was not surprised at all that he drank. But really! He
was Head Boy, piss poor example he was setting for everyone, well not that
he was really someone to look up to. This last thought was too much for her
and she brushed it away by saying, "Good, well I have two bottles of water,
a couple of cauldron cakes and a bag of sweets."

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Four hours later saw Hermione lying on her stomach in front of the
fireplace reading a book and Draco lazily spinning himself on the teacher's
chair. He had been doing this for about twenty minutes and honestly he was
going a little mental.

How she could read and study with a slight smile on her face in the face of
this grotesquely boring ordeal was beyond him. Yes, Draco did have a secret
passion for reading and he would rather run around the Quidditch pitch stark
naked then admit this, but that she was taking this so calmly was unnerving.
He stopped the chair's rotation and leaned a bit to the side as the room
continued to swirl and move around him, while his eyes tried to focus.

Absentmindedly he began to hum and was amused to hear his humming coming
from Hermione's mouth. She looked at him questioningly and he stopped.
Turning the page she resumed her reading and he began to sing a filthy limerick he had heard in the Slytherin locker room after a particularly fun practice. "There was a young fellow named Simon, who tried to discover a hymen, but he found every girl had relinquished her pearl in exchange for a solitaire diamond!"

Her face contorted strangely and she ripped off her tie and shoved it in her
loudly singing mouth. Draco looked at her indignantly and then began to toss
crumpled up bits of paper at her head. "Oh will you grow up already? You are
acting like you a child!" Draco's mouth said, and he smirked and gestured
to her.

She groaned and removed the tie. "I am a big know it all who has no life and
is more pathetic then a flobberworm and smells like bobotuber pus!" Her mouth
said happily before she stuffed the tie back between her lips.

"I cannot believe you! Could you be any more moronic?" She went back to the
book fuming and now unable to concentrate with Draco watching her with that infuriatingly impish smile. Draco stood up, teetered a little and after steadying himself went to her side and pulled at the tie. Hermione squawked as he wrestled it out from its place. She stood and he held it as if it were a dirty thing and then tossed it over his shoulder.

"I am completely bored out of my mind! Can't we, you know, talk or something?"
He asked, sounding out softly in her feminine tones. She huffed and sat down
on the corner of the table. "I would but it just is too weird having your
words coming out of my mouth and my words coming out of yours…it gives me
the creeps, honestly." She shivered and he laughed.

"Please?"

"Okay FINE! What do you want to talk about?"

"Oh I don't know," he shrugged and heaved himself onto the table and sat
Indian style. "You think of something."

"Okay how about your Father?" She grinned evilly as his face went blank.

"This was a bad idea; I don't want to talk to you anymore so just shut up." He turned away from her.

"Oh, no no no no! You don't get out of this that easily! Come on! I will
compromise, we can play truth or dare but without the dare part." She added
hastily.

Hermione could tell he was listening and after a silence he said, "Go on…"

"Well it's a muggle game, with two options. We each take turns and choose
truth or dare and if you fail to do what you are given you are forced to do
something horribly embarrassing or be called a chicken, but we don't have to
do the dare part; just tell the truth."

"How do you know I won't lie? It sounds pretty stupid to me…"

"We will have to trust each other, and I promise you I won't lie." She
stated with total sincerity.

"Alright, I agree." She smiled and hoped up on the table across from him and
mirrored how he was sitting.

"Now, what happens if one of us refuses?" He asked looking decidedly evil.

"When they find us, hopefully intact and sane on Monday, the one who refuses
to answer has to take the full blame, and own up to having that bottle of
Fire Whiskey over there."

Draco said, "Not enough! I am adding the clause that the loser has to plan
the rest of the Graduation Ball by themselves and be the other person's
general slave for the end week of school."

Hermione paled noticeably and shock her head in agreement. "But no funny
business, okay?"

After wining at rock paper scissors, Hermione began, "I will start with
something easy, and work my way up." She smiled evilly and said, "What is
the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to you?"

Draco's snort could be heard through her mouth and he said, "That one is all
too easy, that entire lame Ferret Fiasco with Moody."

"No! Something that I don't know anything about, something before Hogwarts."

He watched her and then cleared his throat awkwardly. "Well? Out with it!"

Draco looked a little hollow as he began, "When I was five, my Father took
me to Blaise's father's house for supper. After supper, when Mr. Zabini and
my father went to his study to talk, I went outside with Blaise. It had been
raining a lot that week and his garden was completely muddy. I slipped and
almost dragged him down with me. He ran and hid in the house and I proceeded
to play there alone. It got late and my father began to look for me. I was
cold so I went inside and when I saw him standing in the hallway with Blaise
and his father I began to growl and chase Blaise yelling, "I am the Muddy
blood monster! I will eat your brains!" He, of course, was scared out of his
wits, from leaving me alone for so long he thought that he would get in
trouble or that I would hurt him and he took off without a second thought.
Then I rushed at my father to give him a hug. He was not very impressed."
Hermione was cracked up and laughed until she got the hiccups.

"Oh HAHA! It's all funny now! But my father did not let me visit there again
for three years! This is all strictly between us right?" He asked timidly
making Hermione's voice seem mouse like.

"Yes! Definitely!"

"Okay, your turn." His gaze began to make her uncomfortable and she fought
the urge to tug on her hair and flatten her skirt.

"Have you ever slept with Potter or Weasly?"

She almost choked on her tongue and spat out, "That's absurd! They are my
best friends! That would be like you sleeping with a brother, like Blaise or
one of your pathetic cronies!

"So what's your answer then?" He asked. "NO!" and she blushed firmly.

"Well that was a let down…Have you ever thought of it?" He smirked at her,
increasingly enjoying this game.

The look on her face was all he needed to confirm his suspicions. "Like a
brother, eh? You have a pretty interesting take on the morality of sibling reality. So
which one was it? Was it the Hero of the Wizarding world, or his Trusty
side-kick Weaslebee?"

"This is a one question, per turn type of game!"

"Just answer the bloody question and next time around you can have three
questions alright?" She huffed and said slowly. "Yes I have thought of it,
and…"He motioned for her to continue. "ahhothoffhem…" She coughed.

"Excuse me? I did not quiet catch that."

"Both of them! But I would never…well it's a natural thing! Guys think about
it all the time with lots of girls. You cannot honestly say that you have
never thought about it with some of the girls in the school!"

"Sure, tons! But it is so much funnier hearing you say that you have had
fantasies about your fellow musketeers. You really should have seen your
face."

"Okay my turn, three questions…"

"Ah no, you already used one, you asked if I had ever thought about some of
the girls in the school in a sexual way and I answered honestly."

"Alright," she said through gritted teeth. "Two questions, who have you
thought of?"

He hunched his shoulders and began, "Hannah Abbott, Eleanor Baddock, Katie
Bell, Susan Bones, Lavender Brown, Emma Dobbs, Marietta Edgecomb, Gillie
Fawcett, Angelina Johnson, Sally Kincaid, Elaine Hornsby, Carla Marino and the list continues. I will admit that I think about it just as much as any male wizard."

He looked at her surprised face smugly and waited for her next question.
She looked at him and said in the calmest voice she could and with a
straight face.

"Am I on that list?"

He instantly lost the confidence that he had moments ago and avoided her
eyes.

"Yes, I assumed that it goes without saying. A girl is a girl and my body
knows that better then I do. It doesn't always care what blood line the girl
is from, but I would never stoop that low. A good roll in the hay is one thing, but I've never been inclined to roll about in the mud." (AN: Yes he does! Literally… o )

She forced the hurt from her face as he glanced slyly out of the corner of
his eye to see her reaction. It suddenly occurred to him that being eaten wouldn't be a good thing; then he shook his shoulders, releasing the tension there and cleared
his throat. "Okay, what is your most embarrassing moment?" He asked trying
to change the heavy mood.

"Oh that's easy! When I first got my period." She would have laughed at his
expression if she had not still been thinking of his earlier biting comment.

"Do you want me to continue or should I get the Fire Whiskey for you?"

He laughed and said, "Continue but first that dratted bottle."
He fetched it and took a big swig and came up coughing and sputtering, with
his face decidedly pinker then it had been before. As an after thought he
handed the bottle to her and she matched his swallow evenly, and came back
without as much as a sputter. Draco was impressed.

"So go on…"

"I was at Hogsmeade, in fifth year with Ron and Harry. I had read all that I
could of wizard books but does it mention feminine hygiene in a single one?
Of course not! So there I was, in the loo at Honeydukes, absolutely sure that I had been stricken by some horrible curse and was in the process of dying an agonizingly slow death, when Harry and Ron come charging in after me. I didn't realize I had been gone for so long—but when they found me, I was crying my eyes out and whispering under the door that I was bleeding, but I was too embarrassed to tell them exactly where. Harry was trying to coax me out by saying that we could get a bandage for it, and that it really couldn't be all that bad. When Ron threatened to blast the stall open, I screamed out, in rather crude language, exactly where I was bleeding from. One of them fetched Madame Hooch who was in the store buying Dumbldore some Bat Gummies and she explained it all to me. They didn't say a word on the way back to school, and neither of them looked me in the eye for a couple of weeks, but they eventually got over it.

He began to laugh and her eyes opened wide at his reaction. "Well, there it is." Hermione spat.

"I honestly don't think that that was that bad, I mean, if your fellow guy
friends cant take a little thing such as that then its their problem not
yours." Draco frowned. "Honestly, I don't find that sort of thing that bad
at all. It happens to all women and unless the two of them plan either to be
single the rest of their lives or they plan to shack up with each other, its
something that every man will have to deal with. They are the ones at fault
for making you feel uncomfortable about something that is perfectly
natural."

Hermione gaped at him.

"What?" he asked.

"You are the last person I would expect to be well so mature about something
like that…" Draco rolled his eyes and said, "Your turn."

She took the Fire Whiskey, and after taking a large gulp and flushing asked,
"How far have you gone?"

Draco gestured with his hands and after seeing her bewildered expression,
"How far in what exactly?"

"With a girl I mean." She blushed firmly but held eye contact with
conviction.

"Well if you truly want to know…ahhh…"He looked away and mumbled out, "Not
very far." She waved his attention back to her and prodded.

"How far is not very far? Be more specific…"

He glared at her coldly and said slowly, "I kissed Pansy the night of the
Yule Ball and besides that nothing…"

He shifted uncomfortably as she asked, "Why? From your reputation with the
girls you seem to be on all of their top ten lists, besides of course the
Slytherin thing."

"Really?" He looked amused, "Besides not wanting to father a bastard son and
not having met someone that I like enough there is the little issue of my
Father." He stood to stretch his arms lazily above his head and was silent.

"What does your Father have to do with it?"

"You know, I think that we are beyond the one question per turn rule."

"Stop avoiding the question. Besides it was the topic of him that brought up
this discussion anyways."

He almost growled at her, which would have sounded extremely strange coming
out of her mouth, but he let his mind calm and then he vented at her.

"My Father will most likely choose a proper pureblood bride for me to marry
and I don't really want to find out that some loose girl I slept with has—how can I say this—gone missing? I am holding out so that no one gets hurt, I only hope that I will be able to stand whoever he chooses. God! I can't imagine spending the rest of my bloody life with someone like Pansy. Hey, don't get me wrong, she's a nice girl and all that, but I think that after a few months one of us would end up dead."

She looked at him sadly, her smile gone. "I am sorry, that's really not fair" he waved away her words and she said, "…your turn…"

He blandly asked, "How far have you gone?"

"With a girl? Well I kissed Ginny once." She laughed at the startled look on
his face.

"You WHAT?" Her voice squeaked.

She held her stomach while she laughed which sounded horrible coming from his mouth and this made her laugh even harder.

"Oh, COME ON?" He frowned in surprise and stopped her from falling off of
the table. "Don't cut out on me now! Details!" Her Draco voiced giggles
died down and she took a deep breath.

"Last year she wanted some kissing techniques, it was nothing special. I am
all for the boys and it was strictly a tutoring session."

"That some type of tutoring session! So, all in the name of academia, right?" She smiled and replied honestly. "I have only kissed one boy and that was not…well I did not want to and he sort of came at me out of no where."

Gesturing with his hands again he asked, "Details!"

"Well…it was Victor, when I went to visit him a few summers ago. We were on
a beach, a very cold beach, and after he had swum he just returned to me and
wham! It only lasted a few seconds and afterwards he spent the entire time
apologizing. I always knew that he liked me but I was really surprised. I
truly don't know why Ginny thought that I would be qualified enough to teach
her any techniques but she had threatened to tell Harry and Ron about this
so I went with it."

Taking another swig of Whiskey and whipping his mouth roughly he waited for
her next question.

"Are you a death eater or are you going to become one?" This was the first
question she had thought up but she had waited till she was more sure that
he would not go and refuse to play. Hermione hoped that he had enough drink
in him to answer.

Draco's face darkened. "Well obviously no…they checked the school."

"You are telling the truth aren't you?" She stared hard into his grey eyes
that could not seem to stay in one spot and a slight twitch that had arisen
above the left corner of his mouth.

Tentatively she prodded more, "Are you going to become one?"

"Why do you fucking care so much? You nosy bint, I don't have to tell you anything!"

"I just want to know if you plan on killing fellow students and submitting to the whims of that halfblooded fool. Because if you are, not only will I cease these tutoring sessions, I swear to you that I will make your life miserable. But if you're going to run round with that git's mark dug into your arm like a brainless twit, then I can see why you'd be reluctant to tell me." Hermione fought back the urge to slap him as he started doing his weird deep breathing exercise and she got off the table and went to stare out the window.

His words came out softly from her mouth. If they hadn't of come from her own lips then she wouldn't have been able to hear him at all.

"Its not by choice…I will be killed…I…if I…I don't become one."

Hermione turned to him viciously, "You could do something! Tell Dumbledore, he will help! You do have friends here who will protect you, if only you ask."

"What will I be then, Hermione? Hidden away, a traitor, waiting for death
and merely becoming a worthless and useless wizard with no path? What do I
do? What can I do? Everyone expects me to be so and if I go against my father they will all think that I am some type of pathetic spy. I just can't…" Her voice shouted
at him.

She walked up to him promptly and slapped him, hard and he faced her blankly
as his cheek began to turn red. "Did anyone ever tell you that you hit like a girl?"

He snickered, and she grabbed his shoulders and shook him.

"Wake up you idiot! You have a choice! You can do whatever you want to! The
true question of what type of man you are is what path you choose. Do you
want to take the one already laid out for you? Or do you want to make your
own path? Thousands will die and you are complaining about what label you
will get if you choose our side? Are you even human, Malfoy? Or have you been
turned into some dark beast by your vindictive father? Don't you even feel
anything? Do you even have a soul?"
Her mouth opened to make his reply but it was cut short when the classroom
door swung open and there stood Professor Flitwick looking surprised.

Hermione was standing still gripping Draco's upper arms and her face was
flushed.

"It's rather late! Are you too still studying?" He bumbled over to his desk
and Draco smoothly swiped the bottle of Fire whiskey off the table and
tucked it discreetly down the back of his pants and covered it with his
shirttail.

"Yeah, still studying…" Hermione's voice called out Draco's words.

"Well you should hurry unless you want to miss supper; most of the students
are back from Hogsmeade now." He rumpled his brow and said, "Oh! What a
charm! Did you put up this barrier charm, Hermione?"

"Yes," she answered with her voice coming out of Draco.

"Oh you did it Draco! Well that is even more impressive! You are lucky to have such a fine tutor." He collected a pile of papers from one of the drawers.

"Yes, well," Hermione said thinking quickly, "I am not so sure on the counter
charm, do you think that you could do it for us? We have a lot of books to
carry." She waved her hand at Draco to collect the books and he handed her
filled bag as Flitwick smiled and said, "Oh! Alright, but it would be best
from now on if you only did these types of spells under Hermione's careful
watch. Who knows what kind of trouble you may get into if you are not fully
read up on a particular charm?" He smiled, mumbled and flicked his wand and
it felt as though a weight was lifted from the room.

Hermione and Draco had to refrain from dashing out of the room ahead of the
smiling teacher. They were silently walking down a hall on the way to their
dorms when Harry and Ron stumbled up to Hermione, and missed seeing Draco
completely. They began to ramble on about what fun they had had and give her
a large bag of sweets. Finally when the two of them had run out of breath
and after telling her that they needed to rush to eat supper, Ron paused to
ask. "So how was your day?"

"You have no idea." Draco replied slowly through Hermione's mouth before they
left. Ron glared at Draco who was oddly silent before laughing and running
off.

Upon reaching the common room, Hermione turned to him and said, "You, me, in
the Library tonight. We have to get this off or we go to Dumbledore about
it. Unless you have any better ideas then I will see you at nine tonight
outside the Perfects bathroom." She turned on her heal and left him standing
in the common room. When he heard her door shut he returned to his room and
acted upon the first impulse he had.

If he was going to be miserable, then so would she; with that he launched into a raucous verse of Weasley Is Our King. Unfortunately, the enjoyment he had hoped to gain wasn't there, and the song did little to block the thoughts from his mind. Draco felt utterly lost—which quickly turned to annoyance when she began reading aloud from a particularly boring charms text in a rather exaggerated Texas drawl. Sighing, he stopped his singing and went to lie on his bed, feeling numb yet startlingly aware of his steady breathing that contradicted the war of thoughts and emotions raging within him.

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This chapter is dedicated to Carla, who I put in Draco's list of girls that he had thought of….laughs. This is my largest chapter to date and I think its so because of all the speaking….groan. Tara I hope you get to read this all someday and to Jaru! MY lovely golden flower who has the best smile in the world, I hope you liked this….and I want to make the future writing more angsty…lol. Hint hint, what happened here will happen again, but it will be very different…lol….Lots of love to Carla Beta Caka Beta the Besta! does a silly little dance and now to stick this up on the site!