A/N This chapter is pretty much a filler chapter till the final battle. I don't feel comfortable just skipping a whole week.. so here it is.

Again, the characters and setting do not belong to me.

Chap 2

Severus grimaced as he silently stalked up the stairs to his other, more lenient master. He would rather be down at his dungeons, since his body is trembling from the pain. Crucio does not help Negessentia at all. However, if he does not go, Albus would come to him, and there began a whole series of interrogation into his health and whatnot. The door swung automatically to meet him.

"Severus, my boy. Lemon drop?" Albus asked the customary question.

And Severus shook his head, as always. I am amazed at his persistence…

"The attack is in effect. It will take place on the 17th, as we have planned."

"Good good. I think all the preparations would be done by then. Anything else?"

"No."

"Then I will bid you good night, Severus. I shan't keep you longer from rest. I trust you will go to Poppy if needed?"

"I don't. Good night, Albus." Severus nodded, and swept away, before Albus could badger him into a check-up.

Draco and Hermione, meanwhile, lives in a whirlwind of classes, plans, and some spying.

Hermione slowly stepped into the Room of Requirements. It was the middle of the week, and Draco, Harry, and she have agreed to meet one last time privately before the battle. She sighed. It seems that Draco isn't here yet, but probably caught up with some work and prep for battle. Hopefully, he arrives before Harry, who still have Quidditch practice, does.

"Boo!"

"Ah!" Hermione stepped back. And the slapped Draco on the arm as he hopped down from a small alcove by the door, perfect for hiding. "Don't scare me like that!"

"Aw… poor dear… here, this might help." And Draco kissed her lightly on the forehead.

Hermione huffed. "I still don't forgive you!"

"Hm…. What about this?" Draco embraced her and gently, almost jokingly, pressed his lips against hers.

"Mm… K, fine.." Hermione said around the kiss. "But next time, warn me. Or better yet, do it to Ron or Harry."

"Anything for you, My lady," Draco chuckled.

Just then, just as they were enjoying each other's presence…

"—Am I interrupting?" Harry opened the door.

"YES!" They both cried, and fell apart from their embrace.

Harry smirked. "Just as well, we came for discussion, not for this lovey-dovey stuff."

"Just wait till we put you and Ginny in room. See what will happen!" Hermione said half-sternly, and watched as Harry's face suddenly took on a dreamy look.

Hermione snickered ungracefully, and exchanged a glance with Draco.

Draco chuckled, but then became serious. "So, anything else on Severus?" Harry and Hermione turned back to him.

"No, other than the fact that he only comes to dinner at the Great Hall, and he does not breath down our necks during class so much." Harry said.

Draco smirked. "You Griffins ask for it… He HAS to breath down your necks for you all to pay attention. Not you, Hermione, specifically, mind, but just Griffindors, in general."

Hermione huffed. "And you guys pay attention? Last time I saw Crabbe and Goyle trying to cram some cupcakes down their throats during the middle of chopping up the flobberworms! How can they even stand to eat while looking at them! Talk about favoritism! Though, yes, yes I know… it's part of his job as a spy…."

"Yeah. And he definitely does not do favoritism. He just makes it look as if he were. There's almost detention every night in his office. He just couldn't bear ruining our chance at the Cup just because some fool in our house thought they want to have some fun, or something."

Harry looked very gleeful at this news, storing this information for later times. "And here I thought he was just as greasy git!"

Draco took no offence, as he knew, by now, that Harry was just kidding. "Are you all prepared for the battle?"

"Yes. I really don't have a position or a role to do. I'm the bloody boy-who-lived."

"And I am done with all the organization and distribution of jobs among the DA." Hermione said, tapping her bookbag.

"Well, it's almost curfew. We have to go. I have to do my rounds."

Hermione nodded. "Me too."

And each left, all deep in their thoughts of the impending battle – the end of war is approaching.

A/N Review please! I never knew who wonderful that green button is till I started writing and someone commented! Thanks notwritten!