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Peeping Tom	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 31662 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Draco wondered whether Potter and Weasley’s night had been full of the same sort of dreams as his, all featuring Granger willing to please him as she had done so many times before in his head. He also wondered whether they had calmed down at all about the spell he had put on them. He got the impression that Potter wasn’t that bothered, but Weasley . . . well, Weasley was another matter entirely.
He almost laughed when he entered the Great Hall and saw the redheaded boy scowling fiercely at the Potions Master who was, as always, engrossed in reading his newspaper and had no idea that he was the subject of such vitriol. When Weasley spotted Draco he was subjected to the scowl as well, which didn’t bother Draco in the slightest. But Weasley was also treating Granger coldly from what Draco could see, and that was a bonus he hadn’t expected.
He spent the whole of breakfast and the first lesson of the day trying to understand Weasley’s motivation. His hatred for Snape, Draco could understand easily enough. The Potions Master was a sarcastic and vicious bastard who was regularly mean to Granger in class, yet in private he was doing things with her that the Weasel had probably considered doing with her himself so it was clear why he would detest Snape for it.
But it seemed that seeing the Mudblood do those things with Snape had a very different effect on Weasley than it had on Draco. After some consideration, Draco had come to the conclusion that it was because they were looking at the Mudblood in completely different ways. For Weasley, who had been a friend to Granger since their first year at Hogwarts and hopeful love interest for god knows how long, seeing the object of his affection actively enjoy having sex with the taciturn teacher made him resent her, as if what she was doing was a personal betrayal of him, even though inside he must know she was only doing it because of the Imperius Curse Snape had placed upon her.
Draco, on the other hand, had always detested Granger for what she was and only became interested in her once he discovered her sexual potential, thanks to Snape. He now detested Snape, too, but mainly because he was jealous that the Potions Master was getting what he wanted so badly. But if he was right about Weasley, then hopefully that would make his task of snaring Granger somewhat easier as the boy was no longer much of a threat as a love rival. All Draco had to do was to subtly remind him every so often of what the Mudblood was doing with Snape and a clear route to Granger would be his.
It was lunchtime before Harry and Ron managed to get hold of Draco to discuss what they had seen the night before. Even then they couldn’t talk about it openly as too many other people were around and none of them wanted anyone else to discover what was happening to Hermione. She was still sitting separately from them, unable to understand why Ron wasn’t talking to her, and he wasn’t inclined to try to explain, still apparently feeling betrayed by what he had seen.
Harry tried to play go-between during mealtimes but he was rather glad that he and Ron had different lessons from Hermione for the afternoon as things were extremely strained between the friends. He was also glad they didn’t have a Potions lesson as he wasn’t convinced that Ron wouldn’t attack Snape, especially if he made one of his usual caustic remarks about Hermione being a know-it-all. In the few brief minutes when they conversed with Draco they agreed to meet up after dinner under the guise of yet another Quidditch practice so they could work out what they were going to do.

By the time they met up that evening Ron seemed to have calmed down considerably and was no longer looking to rip Draco limb from limb. He still scowled occasionally, but even that disappeared as the trio began to discuss what they could do to stop Snape. None of them mentioned specifically what they had witnessed the previous night but it was clear to all of them that they needed to do something urgently, although at that moment they had no idea what.
Ron suggested they find a way to stop Hermione going to see Snape, figuring that if she wasn’t in his company he couldn’t take advantage of her; that if they managed to stop her going for long enough the teacher would have no choice but to give up on his abuse of her forever. He might even suspect that Hermione had realised what he was doing to her, which was why she had stopped going to the extra classes. He was certain the Potions Master wouldn’t want to risk getting into trouble if Hermione did know and complained about him, so he would feel compelled to leave her alone. Then, Ron explained, they might not even have to tell Hermione what Snape had done to her.
Harry thought the idea of keeping Hermione away from Snape had some theoretical merit but wasn’t entirely sure how they could make it happen in practice when the two of them wouldn’t be able to be with her all the time to ensure she didn’t go to see him. They couldn’t force her to stay in the common room, especially when they had Quidditch practice and the like. He also wasn’t very comfortable about keeping Snape’s abuse of Hermione a secret from her. Although it was bound to hurt and upset her, Harry thought she had a right to know what had been done to her; amazingly, it seemed Draco agreed with him.
But Ron was adamant that they should rush back to the Gryffindor common room and stop Hermione from leaving, saying that the shit storm they would get from her about keeping her from doing her revision would be worth it if it stopped her being pawed by the slimy git in the dungeons.
‘What are you going to tell her to stop her from leaving?’ Harry asked. ‘You haven’t spoken to her all day, so what makes you think she’s going to listen to you?’
‘And you can’t tell her the truth,’ Draco told him.
Ron scowled. ‘I’ll tell her I need her to help me with my revision or something . . . or you could do it, Harry.’ He looked pleadingly at Draco and Harry. ‘Come on, we have to try to stop her from going down there. We can’t let her go back to him knowing what he’ll do to her. If we can stop her, at least we know she’s safe from him for one night.’
Harry sighed and looked at Draco. ‘I think Ron’s right, we have to try to stop her.’
‘But you can’t keep her there every night,’ Draco pointed out sensibly. ‘And we need to work out how we’re going to stop Snape permanently. We can’t do that if you’re going to be stuck in your common room babysitting Granger.’
Ron looked eager to leave and Harry knew he was right, although Draco had a fair point, too. They wouldn’t be able to keep Hermione away from Snape forever, so they had no choice but to conceive a plan to stop him. And they couldn’t do that with Hermione in tow.
‘Let’s go and see if we can get her to drop the extra Potions for tonight,’ Harry said, mainly to pacify Ron. ‘If we can, then Ron will stay with her and do some revision and you and I can try to work out what we’re going to do about Snape.’ He pointed at Draco as he spoke.
Draco gave a sigh but nodded, following more slowly as Ron raced back towards the castle with Harry close behind. In truth, Draco was actually quite happy to have Granger stopped from seeing Snape, but as always, it was for selfish reasons rather than to save her from the Potions Master. Now that he had put her rescue plan into action he had no choice but to see it through until the bitter end and that meant no more spying on the couple. But if he couldn’t watch them then he really didn’t want them to do anything together.
He couldn’t see any point in going into Gryffindor Tower, though; he would never get into their common room. Potter and Weasley would either be able to stop the Mudblood or they wouldn’t — Draco wouldn’t make any difference. Instead, he wandered back and forth in the Entrance Hall, waiting to see which Gryffindors re-emerged.
His heart sank a little when Potter and Weasley both came downstairs, knowing this meant they were either too late or had failed to convince Hermione to stay away from Snape. He looked at them enquiringly, seeing the anger clouding Weasley’s face once more.
‘I take it she said no,’ he said carefully.
Harry shook his head. ‘She wasn’t there. Ginny said she hasn’t seen her since dinner.’
Draco looked at his watch. It was half past eight.
‘Well, she won’t at be at Snape’s office yet. Her appointment with him isn’t until nine. She must be in the Library still. Perhaps we can head her off there; we still have thirty minutes,’ he said, trying to be helpful.
Harry looked doubtful but Ron, always eager to charge ahead, nodded vigorously.
‘The Library . . . of course . . . why didn’t I think of that?’ he said, sounding annoyed with himself.
He took off down the corridor leading towards the Library and Draco and Harry walked along more sedately behind.
‘You don’t think he’s going to be able to stop her, do you?’ Harry asked.
Draco shrugged. ‘I just can’t see how Weasley going charging in is going to help the situation. Knowing Granger, it’ll probably just wind her up and make her more determined to join Snape. And we don’t know what effect all these charms are having on her, do we? It might be that she’s still completely in thrall to him even though he hasn’t used one on her today. Things like the Imperius Curse can take ages to wear off, and that’s if they’re not being used repeatedly.’
‘Do you mean he might have damaged her mind permanently?’ Harry asked unhappily.
Draco shrugged again, looking uncomfortable now. ‘Maybe . . . I don’t know. The problem is that we don’t know how long it’s been going on for, do we? I can’t believe I happened to stumble upon them the very first time it happened. It could have been going on for weeks before . . . months, even, and Merlin only knows what effect that would have on someone’s brain, especially if he’s suppressing or removing her memories every time as well as charming her.’
‘Her mind could be full of holes,’ Harry said quietly. The horror of the thought permeated the air between them.
‘We’ve got to stop him,’ Draco said firmly as they sped up. ‘I’ve no idea how, but he can’t be allowed to keep damaging Granger like that. She’ll end up in St Mungo’s.’
But before they reached the Library Ron re-joined them, his face red both from the rage he was still feeling and the exertion he had expended in getting to the Library as quickly as possible.
‘She’s not there,’ he said, panting, as he bent over to get his breath back.
‘Are you sure?’ Harry asked. ‘You know she’s quite often in the Restricted section.’
‘Seamus was in there,’ Ron said. He still sounded out of breath. ‘He said she left about ten minutes ago.’
‘We’re too late, then,’ Draco said. ‘We’ve got no idea where she’s gone and she’s due to join Snape in ten minutes or so.’
‘So let’s go down there and stop her,’ Ron said zealously.
Draco stared at him as if he was mad. ‘And how are we going to do that?’
‘If we get down there before her we can stop her going in,’ Ron said.
‘And what are you going to say to her, exactly?’ Draco asked, his voice full of scorn. ‘You can’t tell her what Snape’s been doing to her and I can’t think of any other excuse she might believe, can you?’
‘I don’t know why we can’t tell her that he’s a pervert,’ Ron replied, his voice mulish. ‘We don’t have to say what he’s done to her, just that we found out what he’s like and that we’re worried about her being alone with him.’
‘And you think that will stop her, do you?’ Draco asked sceptically.
Harry shook his head. ‘It won’t work, Ron. You know what Hermione’s like. She’ll just think that we’re being unfairly mean to Snape — she knows how much we both hate him. Knowing her, it’ll just make her more determined to work with him to prove us wrong. And she might say something to him. We don’t want him to know that we know what he’s doing until we make our move, otherwise he’ll do something to stop us.’
‘Well, I’m going to go and find her,’ Ron said. He glared at Draco. ‘You said we weren’t good friends if we didn’t find out what was going on, but the same thing applies to not stopping Hermione now we know what’s happening to her.’
He started to move back down the corridor, roughly pushing past Draco as he went. Harry reached out to grab his arm but Ron shook him off.
‘I don’t expect you to understand, Malfoy,’ Ron told Draco as he passed him. ‘You’ve always hated Hermione, so this is probably a gift to you. But she’s our friend, and I for one don’t want to see her getting hurt by that bastard any more.’
Draco and Harry watched him dash away.
‘We’ve got to go after him,’ Draco said. ‘If we don’t stop him he’ll make things worse.’
They both set off down the corridor at a run, trying to catch up with Ron.
‘He’s not thinking properly because he’s worried about her,’ Harry said, defending his friend.
‘We’re all worried about her, Potter, but we’re not all blundering around like idiots. Some of us are using our brains,’ Draco snapped.
He stopped speaking, realised what he said, and had the decency to look a little shame-faced.
‘I don’t understand why you’re so worried about her,’ Harry said, looking at Draco. ‘You’ve always hated Hermione, so why suddenly all the compassion?’
Draco scowled for a moment as he tried to think what to say. He didn’t want to admit that he fancied her.
‘Maybe I was wrong about her and she’s not as bad as I always thought. And I feel sorry for her, all right? Let’s face it: no one should be subjected to Snape’s attentions, not even Granger.’
They made it down the stairs to the dungeon corridor that led to Snape’s classroom and stopped running, not wanting to draw attention to themselves. When they reached the classroom they saw Ron standing outside the Potions Master’s study, glaring angrily at the closed door as if his gaze would be enough to break through it. Draco looked at his watch. It was a couple of minutes to nine.
‘She’s already in there,’ Ron said unhappily as they drew closer to him.
‘It’s not quite nine o’clock so she might not have arrived yet,’ Draco pointed out.
‘I know she’s already in there. I can feel it,’ Ron insisted.
Draco looked at the door. He wasn’t certain, but he knew there was one way he could find out. He pulled his wand from his pocket and cast the revealing charm he had learnt. A few seconds later he had his answer: the wards were up and the silencing charm was in place. Weasley was right, Hermione was already in there.
‘Well, there’s nothing we can do now,’ Harry said stoically. ‘We might as well go somewhere else and try to plan what we’re going to do to stop it from happening in the future.’
‘We could knock on the door and tell Snape it’s an emergency and we need Hermione,’ Ron said, trying desperately not to give up on his rescue of her.
‘What sort of emergency?’ Draco asked, trying to keep his derision hidden. ‘What sort of emergency is Granger going to be required for?’
Ron slumped dejectedly. ‘Oh, I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just go and drag her out.’
Harry and Draco exchanged anxious glances; then, as if there had been a signal, they each grabbed one of Ron’s arms and started dragging him back through the classroom towards the door. Ron, complaining bitterly, tried to shrug them off, but they were determined.
‘Shut up and don’t be such a bloody idiot,’ Draco hissed as he continued to pull at Ron’s arm. Then more warningly he added, ‘If you don’t shut up and come with us I’m going to hex you.’
Ron kept fighting, still trying to force his way back to the office as Draco and Harry dragged him away.
They had managed to get Ron about halfway to the classroom door when the door to Snape’s office opened and the Potions Master stood there, filling the doorway, the scowl terrible on his face and his arms folded menacingly. He glared at the three boys, who immediately stopped what they were doing and looked at him, all of them trying to peer behind him to see if Hermione was there.
‘What’s going on here?’ Snape asked coldly. His eyes travelled over each of them in turn, then landed on Draco. ‘Mr Malfoy, please explain to me what’s going on.’
Draco stared at the teacher for a moment as he thought what to say.
‘Sorry, sir, we were having a fight.’ He glanced quickly at the other two to warn them that they needed to back him up. ‘It got a bit out of hand,’ he added lamely as he looked at Snape again.
‘And what were you doing in my classroom?’ Snape asked.
Draco swallowed. Ron, who was glaring at Snape, looked as if he was about to speak. Terrified that he would say the wrong thing and would land Hermione in even more trouble, Harry jumped in first as he nudged his friend.
‘The Ferret . . . I mean Malfoy, ran in here to get away from us,’ Harry said sneeringly. ‘We were just trying to take it back outside.’
Draco felt his temper flare at Potter’s words and he glared at the dark-haired boy.
Snape stared at each of them keenly for several seconds, his eyes boring into them. All three felt uncomfortable and wanted to get away from that look.
‘I see,’ Snape said slowly, his voice like ice. He looked at Ron. ‘Mr Weasley, you and Mr Malfoy have been warned before about fighting. Didn’t Professor McGonagall put you in detention just a few weeks ago for the same thing?’
Ron glared at him angrily and Harry touched his arm. He didn’t want Ron to do anything that would get him expelled, especially knowing how much more his friend hated the Potions Master now. For a moment it was touch and go, but eventually, Ron dropped his eyes.
Snape stared at Draco as he sneered, ‘You should have known better, Mr Malfoy. I’ve warned you before about bringing Slytherin House into disrepute.’ His look turned to Harry. ‘Of course, you would have to be involved . . . Potter. Two on one — do you think that’s fair? I don’t think so, do you? Funny, because all you Gryffindors like to think you’re all so fair-minded and honourable and then you go and do things like this — ganging up to attack a defenceless boy.’
Harry looked at him in astonishment. Had Snape not seen that it was he and Draco attacking Ron? The man really was completely biased towards Slytherins regardless of the actual facts.
‘Mr Malfoy, Mr Weasley, you will both serve another detention tomorrow evening in hopes that this time it might make you realise that fighting isn’t the answer.’ Snape looked coldly at Harry. ‘You can join them, Mr Potter. You’re equally to blame for the fracas; hopefully it might teach you a lesson, too, although I seriously doubt you’re clever enough to understand it. Now go — you’ve disturbed some important work I was doing.’
Harry gripped Ron’s arm tighter as he saw his friend open his mouth, about to say something.
‘What time tomorrow, sir?’ Draco asked hurriedly before Ron could speak. He was thinking that if they were all going to be spending the evening serving detention with Snape, the Mudblood would at least be safe for one night.
‘Report to Mr Filch at eight o’clock tomorrow evening,’ Snape said. ‘I will warn him to expect you, so don’t be late.’
Draco looked disappointed at the realisation that they would have another bloody detention with Filch and it wouldn’t do anything to help Granger. She would no doubt be spending yet another evening enduring Merlin only knew what from the Potions Master. He felt Potter hit his arm and pull him towards the door and he followed, careful not to look back at Snape, who stood watching them as they left.
As they walked back down the corridor towards the stairs Draco’s mind turned to the couple in Snape’s office. He was trying to work out how long it had been since he last saw Snape whip Granger. It had to have been at least a week, so surely he would be thinking about doing it again soon. What if he intensified it, as he had every other time he had dominated her? Draco couldn’t believe he hadn’t hurt her last time; if he was left unchecked Snape could do the poor girl serious permanent damage, both physically and mentally.
He didn’t want to worry Potter and Weasley in case it sent the redhead berserk again and caused him to do something that would get all of them expelled, but it was urgent that they think of a way to stop Snape. He had promised himself he wouldn’t let Snape hurt Granger that way again and he was determined to stick to it. But another bloody detention wasn’t going to help.
‘So now what?’ Harry said when they once again found themselves in the Entrance Hall. He was impressed that Malfoy hadn’t chewed him out about the excuse he had given Snape for the fight, although he was pissed off at getting a detention. Perhaps the Slytherin boy had changed and could be seen as a friend rather than as an enemy.
Draco sighed. ‘I don’t know. We need to think about it and come up with some ideas. Look, now we’re stuck with this stupid bloody detention so maybe we can use that to plan. I don’t know about you, but I’ve got homework to do. How about we go back to our common rooms tonight, have a think about it, and we’ll talk plans and sort out what we’re going to do tomorrow evening?’
‘But what about Hermione?’ Ron asked miserably.
‘Well, there’s nothing we can do about her tonight or tomorrow,’ Draco said sensibly. ‘We can’t get her out of there and nothing you can say will stop her tomorrow, especially if you’re not going to be there to make sure, so we have to do something the day after.’ He looked at the unhappy Weasley and said sympathetically, ‘We’re moving as rapidly as we can here. It’s not like we’re just leaving her to get on with it.’
Ron sighed. ‘I know. I just feel like we’re letting her down.’
‘Hermione won’t feel like that,’ Harry assured his unhappy friend. ‘She’ll be grateful that we realised what was going on and did our best to help her.’
Draco nodded his agreement at this but he was worried that Weasley was losing his anger towards Hermione for what was happening. He moved closer to the redhead and said quietly, so only he could hear, ‘Let’s just hope she’s not annoyed with us for stopping it. She certainly looked like she was enjoying it, from what I could see.’
Ron growled at him, but Draco was gratified to see the cold, hard expression he had worn last night back on his face. He gave a small smile. Job done for this evening.
‘Right, I’m off to do my homework,’ he told them briskly. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow. Keep an eye on Granger to see what her mood’s like. We don’t want her deteriorating, but hopefully she’ll be okay for a couple more days.’
Draco turned and headed back towards the stairs to the dungeon as Harry and Ron made their way up into Gryffindor Tower. Draco still had no idea how they were going to stop Snape, but they needed to think of something soon. Now he wasn’t watching Snape and Granger get it on any longer he missed seeing her, missed enjoying her beautiful naked body, even if only vicariously. He needed to move things on so he could get closer to making her his. Draco sighed. He had blue balls again just from thinking about the Mudblood so he would have to go and find Pansy again. Resigned, he wandered back to the Slytherin common room.

The detention was a disaster. As a time to punish and inflict forced free labour for the school it was a raging success, as a time to plan Hermione’s escape from Snape it was a complete and utter failure. There was disharmony and discord from the moment the three boys set foot in the trophy room, ready to battle another pointless evening of cup cleaning.
All three of them were irked at having to be there, with Draco in particular wishing he had never tried to save the Mudblood in the first place. If he hadn’t been so keen to rush in he wouldn’t be stuck in detention. Instead, he would be heading for another far more enjoyable evening watching Granger reveal her perfect body in lots of interesting ways. But now, instead of those suckable tits and that perfect pussy and arse, he was stuck with a pair of bad-tempered idiots who didn’t have half a brain cell between them.
Ron and Hermione still weren’t talking to each other, the dig Draco had managed to get in the previous night having had the desired effect of leaving the redhead angry with her once more. The knock-on effect of this was that he wasn’t inclined to talk about ways to stop Snape in his abuse of Hermione because part of him now seemed to be under the impression that she had somehow brought it on herself and deserved what was happening to her, and he had adjusted his behaviour towards her accordingly.
Harry, stuck between his two bickering friends all day and fed up to the back teeth with the pair of them, just wanted a quiet evening where he wasn’t going to hear Hermione and Ron go at each other hammer and tongs. He didn’t think for one minute that Hermione was to blame for what Snape was doing to her, but even though he had thought about it extensively he had absolutely no idea what they could do to stop the abuse.
Once again Harry debated confiding in a teacher, but over the course of the last day he had considered every teacher at Hogwarts and realised that even if they could get any of them to believe what Snape was doing to Hermione, which was extremely unlikely, none of them was strong enough to stand against the Potions Master, especially while he had the backing of the Headmaster. More and more it seemed like an impossible task, but disheartening as it was, Harry refused to give up on his poor friend. There had to be something they could do to help her, he just couldn’t think what.
It appeared neither of the others had any bright ideas either, and as the evening went on and their moods became worse, little batches of sniping kept breaking out between Ron and Draco. At first Harry tried to keep the peace; after all, Draco had been the one to bring Snape’s abuse to their attention and had, throughout everything that had happened since, been a consistently good friend despite everything that had gone before. But Ron in an argumentative mood would never be stopped, so eventually the three boys retreated into their own private worlds, focussed only on getting the detention over and done with, and all discussion of Hermione and how to help her were cast away.

Draco gazed despondently at the lake, watching the giant squid play in the sunlight as he threw occasional stones into the water. He had stopped trying to get them to skim ages ago and was now listening to the plopping noise they made as they sank beneath the dark surface of the water. He hated to admit it but he was having withdrawal symptoms. As much as he despised Snape for what he was doing with Granger he really wished he could watch them again.
He missed seeing the Mudblood’s beautiful face as she climaxed — to give him his due, Snape did always go out of his way to ensure that his lover’s pleasure surpassed his own. Draco missed planning and fantasising what he would do with the gorgeous girl once he managed to lure her into his bed. The truth was that the reality of rescue was nowhere near as fast, exciting, or straightforward as he had expected, and now he couldn’t even be sure Granger would give him a second look, let alone do anything more interesting with him.
Draco still wasn’t able to think of a way to stop Snape nor, as far as he was aware, had either of the others. They were still at the stage of Weasley charging in to physically take Granger away, and that was never going to work. Draco could hear the clock ticking down on Snape’s next S&M session. He assumed it hadn’t yet happened again as the Mudblood wasn’t attempting to cover herself up, and he desperately didn’t want the timer to reach zero. But what could they do?
Trying to stop her from going to Snape had been ruled out and there was no point in them sneaking into the office to watch again; there was nothing to be gained from that except blue balls and a bad feeling because they were allowing Snape to get away with abuse. Draco wished now that he had never told Potter and Weasley about Granger, although if he was brutally honest he actually wished he had never discovered what she was doing with Snape himself. Life would have been so much easier then.
The last of the stones gone, he wandered back up towards the castle wondering where Potter and Weasley had got to. They hadn’t made an agreement to meet up; they hadn’t talked since finishing the bad-tempered and uncomfortable detention last night, but he was certain they weren’t just going to let Granger spend yet another evening with Snape. Perhaps he should leave it to them to deal with it themselves and cut his losses. They were her friends, after all, and could probably stop her from leaving the common room if they tried hard enough.
Draco couldn’t now see how he could capitalise on the situation. He wasn’t going to be her saviour, he was just another horny bastard who wanted to get into her knickers, and having seen her naked and cavorting with Snape didn’t give him any special rights in that respect. He still had Pansy. Even if she wasn’t quite the girl of his dreams she was good enough for most of the things he wanted.
He sighed. She wasn’t like the Mudblood, though. Pansy didn’t have that wonderful body that was so tantalising and she didn’t make him want to give up everything he had ever believed in if he could just be with her even for one night. She was safe and boring and he didn’t want her. He wanted Hermione Granger. He wanted the beautiful Mudblood, who had lived in his mind and dreams for so long now it was like she was part of him.
Draco walked up the stairs to the door to the castle. He needed to find Potter and Weasley and force them into making a plan. They had to stop Snape, and tonight was the night. The more Draco thought about it, the more he knew he was right. Maybe they would just have to break into the Potions Master’s office and take Hermione away, as Ron had suggested previously. At least it would mean she was safe from the abusive teacher, which was surely the main thing. But they had to do something, and they had to do it now.
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