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Dignosco Perturbatio	By : KianaD Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1771 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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same warnings and disclaimer from chapter one apply. Still slashy, smutty, silly, and not beta'ed. Reviews would be nice, but I'm not forcing you. Enjoy. :D

Lowering the wards that protected the house, Harry opened the door, waving for Lupin to follow him as he called out for Hermione, bracing himself for the lecture he was certain he was going to receive.
"Oh look, Harry has remembered where he lives," came a voice to Harry�s left. An extremely disgruntled Hermione stepped into view, arms crossed and scowl on her lips.
"Hey," he replied, waving a hand sheepishly as he offered a small smile. "You�uhh�weren't worried were you?" It was a stupid question, he knew but he was hoping the fact that Lupin was there would prevent her from going too mad, not that he held out all that much hope. When Hermione decided to let loose she generally didn't care who was around to see it.
"No, Harry. I wasn�t worried," she smiled at him as she stepped closer. Once she was several feet shy of Harry, she lost her smile. Remus quickly backed up several steps as Hermione started her tirade again. "I was bloody well terrified! You take off with no explanation � you�re a horrible liar, you know � and leave me sitting at our table and then you�re gone all night without a note, nor firecall, no nothing. I have known you too long to not know when you are up to something Harry Potter! And you will tell me what it is before I � before I� hex you!"
"She would as well," Harry hissed at Lupin as he reached out, draping an arm around Hermione's shoulder and leading her into he living room.
"I'm sorry,f" he said soothingly. "I know I should have got in contact sooner, and I'll explain everything, I promise. But I can't now, I need to pack and I need to do it quickly. I've been at Hogwarts most of the morning and I'm heading back there now. Pick up a few things and you can come with us and I'll explain everything then."
Hermione looked from Lupin to Harry, her inner struggle to stay angry or toss her arms around Harry and squeeze him was evident upon her face. Finally she nodded. "And Ron?"
Steeling his face into a neutral expression, Harry shook his head. "No, not Ron. Just you, for now anyway."
He held her gaze, knowing that his denial would cause her to ask questions but hoping that she would have the presence of mind not to do so now. It was almost inconceivable to Harry that he was actively hiding something from his best friend, but he couldn't risk it, as much as he hated to admit that even to himself. Malfoy had given him his assurance that Hermione was safe, and as much as it made his blood boil at the thought of needing external assurance like that, he accepted it and was at least grateful for it.
"I'll explain," he repeated quietly. "I will, but not here."
Face troubled, Hermione nodded and made past Harry to go pack, squeezing his shoulder as she went by.
"Well, that wasn't so bad. She's a great friend, Hermione. Really not a witch you want to get on the wrong side of though."
Heading towards the door, he waved a hand about the room. "Make yourself at home, fetch a drink, whatever. I won't be long."
He bounded up the stairs, taking two at a time and burst into his bedroom. Dragging his trunk from the wardrobe, he murmured "pack" watching as his clothes began to fly across the room and arrange themselves neatly, while he collected his books, bathroom items and other accessories that he thought he mind need, throwing them haphazardly in the trunk too.
Sealing it closed as soon as his clothes had finished packing, he levitated it downstairs, joining Hermione and Lupin in the sitting room a little less than ten minutes later.
"All set," he said, slightly breathless.
"I am ready as well," Hermione replied pointlessly.
Opening the door to allow Hermione and Lupin to precede him out, upon exiting the house Harry ensured that all the wards were securely in place, allowing his eyes to linger on the run down building for a few moments, not being entirely certain when he was going to see it again.
"Okay," he said eventually, turning to face the other two. "Lets go." And with a sharp crack he was gone.
As soon as the three of them were back at the castle doors, Remus nodded briskly at the others. "Why don�t I take you two to Harry�s room so you can talk. It�s down near Severus� rooms."
Harry nodded and smiled at Lupin as he lightly caught Hermione's hand in his own and gave it a brief squeeze. He needed to reassure her that things were all right. Well, not all right exactly, because they weren't, but he could tell she was anxious, and worried, and when like that she had decidedly little patience and so Harry felt that perhaps haste would be best, not relishing the interrogation he knew awaited him, but preferring to get it over and done with as soon as possible.
"Yeah, that sounds fine." he replied, motioning for Lupin to lead the way.
Upon arriving at Harry's room, Lupin smiled, taking his leave from them as soon as he had given Harry the password, leaving him alone to figure out where on earth to even begin explaining to Hermione what was going on.
He opened the door, eyes taking in the cold, dark space that was bare and unwelcoming, a faint shiver travelling down his spine at the realisation that he was going to be spending his time in the castle dungeons. Quite a cry from the plush and warm and comfortable surroundings of the Gryffindor common room, but he supposed he could make the place more hospitable.
"Don't really know where to start," he said with a halfhearted chuckle as he turned to face Hermione, lowering himself into one of the vacant chairs and indicating for her to take the other.
"Well, you can start by telling me why we are here?" Hermione replied gently as she sat.
A simple enough question on the face of it, Harry supposed, until of course you got into the details of how he came to be here in the first place.
"Dumbledore's offered me a job," he replied finally, deciding to break her in with the good news first. "Seems Madam Hooch is pregnant and they needed a new Flying Instructor and Quidditch referee. I start next term, but Dumbledore wants me to stay here over Christmas instead of going to the Weasley's with you and Ron."
"Oh Harry that�s wonderful news! I�m very happy for you," Hermione said. "You must simply be ecstatic."
"Yeah, I am," he smiled in reply, not quite feeling the same elation as he had when he had first discovered the news.
"Hermione�what I'm going to tell you, you can't tell anyone, not even Ron, do you understand? No one."
He brought his eyes to meet his friends', a frown furrowing his brow while one corner of his mouth quirked slightly in consternation. He had no idea how he was going to explain this to her. They had been though so much together, he knew but somehow that almost made it worse. Throughout everything, he had always been able to count on Hermione and Ron. Always able to trust them both with anything but now� To have to exclude one because there was nothing other than the trust and the word between two friends; words and feelings that could just as easily be faked, as Harry well knew, he simply didn't know how to tell her.
"That is not something I can promise lightly, Harry," Hermione said, sad and surprised at once. The look of agony on his face, however, and she made up her mind. "But I do promise."
Taking a deep breath, Harry rose to his feet to walk towards where she was sitting, kneeling down in front of her and laying his hands atop hers, trying to reassure her that no matter what he said he was certain things were going to be okay. The fact that he wasn't certain, didn't even need to be mentioned, he thought. He just didn't want to worry her more than he had done.
"Lucius Malfoy plans to try and kill me," he said evenly, careful to keep his eyes fixed on Hermione's. "Someone who is close to me has joined with him and is planning on helping him to discredit me so that when the time comes, few if any at all will care that I've disappeared."
He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to try and calm his ragged nerves and speeding heart so even if he didn't feel it, he could still maintain the impression of being in control. Of being strong enough to deal with this, and beat it.
"They plan on using a Polyjuice Potion to pose as me, which means that it could be anyone, but more likely someone close to me as they have to know how to act like me accurately enough to pull it off. I think that's why Dumbledore wants me to stay here, over Christmas at least. Keeping an eye on me I suppose."
He offered a wry smile to his friend, squeezing her hand slightly as he waited for her reaction; part of him wishing she would shake him and tell him not to be so stupid and that it was all a huge misunderstanding and some ridiculous joke that everyone had been in on, no matter how poor in taste it was. Not that he actually believed she would do such a thing, but it was a pleasant thought nonetheless.
Hermione sat quietly for a moment, her mind desperately wishing the same. Harry�s face, however, confirmed her fears that this was indeed true. "Oh God Harry," she finally managed before she all but fell out of her chair onto her knees as she wrapped her arms around him. "How did you find out?" she asked quietly.
Harry pulled back slightly from the embrace to allow himself to look into Hermione's face, shifting so he was sitting on the floor rather than kneeling, his legs curled at his side as he gently ran his hand up and down her arm in slow, soothing motions.
"Last night, when I was getting our drinks at the Leaky Cauldron, I bumped into Malfoy at the bar. He heard Lucius planning it and came to warn me."
It took Hermione a minute to process who Harry actually meant. "Draco Malfoy came to warn you about his father wanting to kill you," she repeated, her voice far from happy. "You expect me to believe that? It is a wonder you are still alive, Harry!"
Grabbing her gently by the shoulders, Harry fixed her with a penetrating gaze, shaking his head. "Hermione, listen to me. I need you to trust me on this. Malfoy�he wouldn't set me up. He's put himself in a lot of danger to warn me, I dread to think what Lucius will do to him if he finds out. Dumbledore trusts him, Lupin trusts him, and Snape obviously trusts him and� so do I. I was wrong about him, we all were. Give him a chance and you'll see for yourself. Please Hermione�"
Harry knew that his tone had taken on an almost desperate edge to it, but he was desperate. He needed her to understand how much Malfoy had risked by trying to help him, but he also wanted her to know the Draco Malfoy he had seen laugh at him last night, the Draco Malfoy that had played so carefree in the snow in the morning. It was important to him that she trusted, and perhaps even liked him as much as he did.
Hermione very carefully extracted herself from Harry�s arms as she gave him a very close, shrewd look. Her hand slipping into her pocket to finger her wand, she nodded once as she stood, backing away several feet. "What did I get you for Christmas during are sixth year of school?"
Harry slowly rose to his feet, looking perplexed as he tried to ignore the stabbing pain that pierced his chest at seeing one of those closest to him back away from him as though he was some sort of dangerous animal only to be approached with the utmost caution. However, he thought sadly, it wasn't really all that different from how he had to treat people from now on, so he didn't really have any room to complain.
"Hogwarts: A History," he replied matter-of-factly. "You said you were fed up with having to tell Ron and me about things that were covered in it, so you gave us both a copy, enchanting it so that we couldn't put it down until we had read it from cover to cover. Wasn't the most fun way to spend the Christmas holidays, and eating with a book attached to your hand isn't particularly easy either, you know."
Hermione nodded slowly, still eyeing Harry as though she expected him to do � well, something horrible. She risked a quick glance at her watch, noting that from the time Harry had disappeared upstairs until now was nearly an hour. "I think you understand my precaution," she said in a now calmer voice. "It is not that I don�t believe Lucius Malfoy would be evil or mental enough to want to harm you. Unfortunately, I do believe that. What I refuse to believe is that slimy little git son of his would not only go against him, but for you."
"Are you saying you don't trust my judgment?" Harry replied, trying his hardest to keep his voice calm and patient despite the fact that he wanted to shout at her never to speak about Malfoy like that again. After everything he had been through, after all he had done for Harry, he deserved respect, even if she couldn't bring herself to actually like him.
But she didn't know anything really; to her, he was just Malfoy. The same person who had caused her so much pain with his sniping at school, the one who had dogged their every move, trying to cause trouble for them at every turn. She couldn't possibly understand, but Harry fully intended trying his best to make her.
"Hermione there is a lot you don't know; things that I can't tell you because it isn't my place but things I know to be true. I don't know why he is doing this, I don't know why he would risk himself for me, but he is." He sighed, running a hand down his face, eyes fixed pleadingly on her. "If you can't believe me, ask Lupin, or ask Dumbledore. We can trust him just�please, give him a chance."
"I trust that you always see the best in people, no matter how ugly they may truly be," Hermione replied firmly. "That makes you a good person, not him."
"Hermione, will you listen to me?" Harry glared, his voice rising slightly as his annoyance began to bubble to the surface. "Why do you think I told you to ask Lupin and Dumbledore? If you can't believe me, at least take their word for it. Anyway, it isn't like I can possibly hope to be able to see this from an objective point of view is it. I mean, after all it isn't as though I've spent the entire length of our acquaintance disliking him."
Harry snorted, thumping heavily back down on the chair he had occupied previously, crossing his arms definitely over his chest. "You know, you don't have to like him. You don't have to believe him. But I do and there isn't a lot you can do about that. You can either accept it and make an effort to at least be civil and try and accept the fact that you might actually be wrong for once, or you can keep on being pigheaded and refuse to see past the history we have. I don't need people fighting Hermione, I need their support. I need their help, because I can't do this on my own. If you can't support me, maybe you should go home."

Hermione stood in silence for several minutes, keeping an eye on watch and saying nothing. When she was satisfied, over an hour had passed since Harry had disappeared upstairs to pack at Grimmauld Place. She sat back down in her chair and finally spoke. "It is not that I am worried about being wrong, not really. I have been wrong often, Harry. I am just worried that if I am wrong this time, it could mean your life. That is not a risk I am willing to make, no matter how much you wish me to. Nor I can just easily dismiss years of history, not when the things it led up to could also cost you your life. Draco Malfoy has never shown himself to be anything other than his father�s son. His father was Voldemort�s right hand man, Harry."
"Yeah, cause I really need to be reminded of that. I know who his father is Hermione, but you are wrong. He's shown me that he is more than the son of Lucius Malfoy. All you need to do is believe me."
It didn't matter what Harry said, nothing was getting through to her. She was just simply unwilling to give Malfoy any sort of chance.
"Hermione, it isn't your risk to take. It's mine. I've made up my mind, I trust him and that's all there is to it. I'll heed his advice in the same way as I'd heed yours. At the moment though, he is the one I am listening to, not you. I'm sorry� but that's just how it is."
A note of sadness had entered his voice at that, the way it always did on the rare occasions lately where Harry had told Hermione he had no intention of listening to her. For so long she had been the one who had helped to lead him in the right direction, make sure that he was safe. The thought of turning from her advice, of listening to someone else in her stead� Harry hadn't been prepared for how difficult that would be.
"I've seen how you've been looking at your watch, you know," he said quietly after a few moments. "But he hasn't done anything to me to make me say these things, nor am I anyone else under the Polyjuice. You know me better than almost anyone does. You didn't need to wait for the hour to pass by, you could have just asked. In fact, from now on I want you to ask. If I do something odd, or something or even a little strange, question it because it might not be me. But it is now. I promise you that."
"Given that you had just told me, in addition to you singing Malfoy�s praises, I think I was within my rights to be cautious. I am not trying to make you angry, Harry, nor do I not trust you. However�" she broke off on a sigh, willing herself not to cry. "I do trust you. I just worry, Harry."
"I'm not saying that you weren't right to be cautious," Harry sighed, offering a weak smile up at his friend, desperately wanting to go to her and comfort her and hating the pained look in her eyes that he knew he had caused. "I'm glad that you were, because you are going to need to be."
Pushing himself off the chair, he walked slowly to where Hermione stood, stopping at her feet. Looking down at her, he gently cupped her chin, tilting her face up towards him as he nodded and smiled warmly.
"I know you worry, and if I'm honest I'm more than a little worried too. And scared. The idea of trusting Malfoy at all, let alone with something like this is�well, odd. However, I know I'm right to. Please Hermione," he pleaded softly. "You'll see. It's okay."
She nodded once as best she could with Harry�s hand on her face. "I am sorry for upsetting you Harry. If you really wish it, I will promise to try. Other than that, I make no promises. I don�t like Malfoy, nor do I trust him." She paused for a moment, searching his face. "And I want to know how he made you trust him."
"Ask him yourself," Harry replied, allowing his hand to drop to his side. "He'll be back later, and it isn't really my place to say anything."
"I plan on it," Hermione answered. "I was hoping for some at least basic information from you. Perhaps something that would make me feel better about this whole thing."
Letting out a long breath, Harry shook his head not happy with sharing what he was about to, but not thinking he really had any other choice.
"He didn't take the Mark, Hermione. He didn't join them."
"And you are positive of this?" Hermione asked, brows raised. "That is certainly not what I expected to hear. I would have thought he would have surpassed his father as Voldemort�s second."
"Absolutely positive," Harry nodded as he paced slightly.
"You are right, he would have surpassed Lucius, there's no question of that, and had his father got his way, he would have. But he didn't. Draco's better than that. He's not his father, Hermione. He grew up being force fed these ideas and expectations, and you don't just stand up to Lucius Malfoy and say 'hey, I think you're wrong.' It's little wonder he acted how he did, and frankly it's a miracle he had the courage to seek help against taking the Mark. It would have been easier to just go along with it."
"Draco? He is Draco now? Just how much are you not telling me? No, don�t yell at me Harry, please. I am certain you can appreciate how baffled I am, but I am trying, I promise you."
Harry felt his cheeks flush a deep red upon realising his slip, but yes, he was Draco. Malfoy was the boy who had pushed him, taunted and teased him, tormented him until Harry felt like ripping each limb from his body slowly and painfully. But it was Draco who had spoken of a wife lost at the hands of his father, of the daughter he couldn't see. Draco who had tenderly stroked his hair while pressing a kiss to his lips, who told him he didn't want him to go, who'd tackled him to the ground and dropped snow down his front.
Draco.
"Nothing," he replied eventually, which in a sense was true but he really didn't want to explain to her what had happened between them, not yet. Not that much had happened really. It was just a kiss�or five. Not that Harry was counting or anything.
"It just seems stupid to keep up the hostility, and that is his name, after all."
"Understandable," Hermione conceded. "So, how did he manage to not take the Mark?"
"I can't tell you, Hermione," Harry replied, shooting her an apologetic look. "I wish I could, really I do, but it isn't up to me."
"Why?" she pressed. "Answer me that and I will drop it."
"Because it's personal," Harry replied with an exasperated sigh. He wondered if this is how people felt when he pressed issues, and he made a mental note to ease up on that.
"Last night we were talking, and for a while it was like this façade had just fallen away from him completely. I've never seen Malfoy open up like that before. It was like he was finally just being himself, you know? He trusted me with this, and I don't think it was easy for him to tell me. I can't betray his trust like that."
"All right," Hermione said. "I will accept that for now. Only because I know it means something to you. I don�t like Malfoy, and I don�t trust him."
They spent the rest of the afternoon, talking about Harry's new job, past adventures they had shared, and who the father of Madam Hooch's baby could be (although this particular topic of conversation made Harry squirm a little), and studiously avoiding the subject of Lucius Malfoy and who it was in their circle of friends that could be helping them.
They had just been in the middle of recalling the time the troll had got into the school in first year, Harry re-enacting how he had thrust his wand up its nose, the story continuing in a laughter choked narrative, when a noise from behind caught his attention and he saw Malfoy standing in the doorway.
"Hey!" he grinned, raising a hand in a wave and motioning for Malfoy to take a seat, taking a deep breath, trying to calm himself while casting a furtive look towards Hermione.
Draco entered the room, taking the proffered seat, legs out in front of him and brow raised. "Harry," he acknowledged with a slight nod of his head. "Remus wishes for you to join us for dinner."
"Oh, right," Harry said slowly moving his eyes between Malfoy and Hermione, the tension in the room almost a tangible entity that he felt that he could easily grab hold of if he just extended his hand a little.
"Sounds good to me," he smiled, turning to Hermione. "What do you think?"
"Most regrettably, she has been invited as well," Draco interrupted, voice lazy in amusement.
Smiling and squeezing Hermione's knee slightly, Harry got to his feet and turned to face Malfoy. "Can I have a word, do you think? Outside, please."
Draco made a show of rolling his eyes as he stood. "Do let me know in advance if you are going to yell. I�d like to make certain I won�t be able to hear it."
"Yeah, cause you usually listen to what I have to say anyway," Harry retorted as he turned back to Hermione, telling her he wouldn't be long before heading out of the door, and waiting for Malfoy to join in him in the corridor.
Draco leaned up against the wall, and crossed his arms. "I am waiting," Draco drawled once the door was closed.
Harry wanted to ask where he had been all day. What it was he had to do that was so important he'd disappear without saying anything, but then he reminded himself that really it wasn't any of his business anyway, and the thought made him frown a little.
"I know I don't really have the right to ask you to do anything for me," he began, the frown deepening as he too fell lazily against the wall, one hand thrust in his pocket. "But I need to ask a favour."
"A favour," Draco repeated dryly. "You know Potter, as much as I don�t feel like killing you at the moment, unless your �favour� is of the sexual nature, I�m mostly likely going to tell you to stuff yourself."
Harry should have known really, and he was stupid to think that Malfoy would have agreed to it even if he had even got so far as asking, so instead he shrugged and pushed himself off the wall. Although sexual favours sounded promising� But no, Harry stopped that train of thought before it even pulled out of the station. The last thing he needed now was to be revisited by the urge to drag Malfoy away to the nearest, private, flat surface. Or it didn't even need be flat, Harry wasn't all that fussy.
"Doesn't matter then," he replied. "Just forget it."
"You did not drag me out here for nothing," Draco sighed. "Potter, I am tired, I am irritable, and now I have to sit through dinner with someone I cannot stand. Just ask whatever it was you wanted to and be done with it."
"Well�that's just it," Harry replied hesitantly, his eyes taking in the weary face in front of him. Draco looked exhausted, and once again Harry found himself plagued by niggling questions. Questions, however, that he wouldn't ask. He remembered how he had felt not so long ago under Hermione's scrutiny and he wasn't about to put Malfoy through that, not when he looked so tired.
"Maybe we shouldn't come," he replied thoughtfully. "I mean you've obviously had a long day. I'd imagine the last thing you'd need is to have to put up with us�"
Draco dropped his arms to his side as he kicked off the wall, all but stalking to Potter. He didn�t stop once he had reached the other man, he didn�t stop until he had him pinned against the wall with his lips against Draco�s.
"You should ask me while I am in a giving mood," Draco noted a few minutes later.

Make that six, Harry thought to himself as he vaguely became aware of silky smooth strands tangled around his fingers, hands having apparently moved of their own accord to twine in Malfoy's hair as fingertips gently pulled his head closer, allowing for Harry to deepen the kiss.
Swallowing hard as he felt Malfoy pull back slightly, Harry closed his eyes and concentrated on trying to slow his breathing.
"Spoke to Hermione," he murmured slightly breathlessly. "She's more or less on side, but it would�help, if you weren't rude to her. She'll be civil if you are�" He looked up, catching Malfoy's gaze as he smiled meekly. "Please?"
"Is it normal to regret things you agree to before you even agree to them?" Draco asked wryly, as his fingers absently traced patters against Harry�s arm.
Harry shivered slightly; the delicate trail of fingers over his arm, even through the fabric of his shirt, making his body tingle and stomach flip pleasantly. The warmth of Draco's breath on his face, the heat of his body pressed against his; everything seemed to be working together to make Harry's senses go into overdrive, every sensation and touch being to much but not being enough at the same time.
"Mmm," he mumbled, forcing his eyes to remain open as they held Malfoy's gaze. "Does that mean you'll do it?"
"I wouldn�t regret it if I wasn�t going to," Draco replied with a snort. "Ready to go?" He let Harry�s arm go, backing up several paces as he straightened his jumper.
"Yeah," Harry replied as he made a vain attempt to smooth his hair. He knew that it probably made little difference to Malfoy whether he and Hermione got along, just like he knew it made very little difference to Hermione, but the fact that they were both going to try meant more to Harry than he could really express.
"I'll get Hermione and we'll be through in a minute," he nodded as he placed a hand on the door. Looking back before he opened it, he smiled. "Thank you."
His eyes immediately sought out Hermione as he re-entered his room, closing the door behind him. "You ready to go?" he asked, grateful that his voice and breathing had at least returned to normal.
"As ready as I will ever be," Hermione sighed, giving Harry a small smile.
"It'll be okay you know."
Harry wondered why he sounded so sure, given the fact that he wasn't at all certain it would be okay. Harry and Snape, Hermione and Malfoy, Snape and Hermione, all at the same table. Really, it was a disaster waiting to happen and Harry was beginning to think that Lupin had some sort of personality trait that made him crave being put in uncomfortable and awkward situations.
Hermione gave a most unladylike snort as she stood, allowing Harry to open the door for her. She came up short when she noticed a scowling Malfoy lounging against the wall, and actually took a step backward toward Harry when he smiled and advanced toward her.
"Miss Granger," Draco said with a small bow. He straightened, flashed her a grin, and offered his arm. "Will you give me the pleasure of escorting you to dinner?"
Hermione narrowed her eyes slightly as she realised what his ploy must be. Quite obviously, Harry had asked him to behave, and Malfoy was acting the part to the nines, leaving it up to her to turn him down and upset Harry.
She relaxed her stance and nodded gracefully. "I would very much like that," she said, albeit through gritted teeth as she slipped her arm through his.
Harry watched the whole scene, wide eyed and having to bite on the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing.
From his current position, he was unable to see Hermione's expression, which really he regretted because he could hazard a pretty good guess at what it was like. However, the suppressed laughter turned into a genuine smile as he watched Hermione take Malfoy's arm, a slow curl of warmth building in his stomach at the realisation that they were both trying so very hard to get along.
He followed them to dinner, remaining a few steps behind and chuckling silently to himself. Perhaps there was hope yet, that they may actually learn to get along.
"You know Potter," Draco said conversationally, as they walked the short distance to Severus� rooms. "The snow castigation is just the beginning."

Snow castigation? Hermione thought, but wisely refrained from asking.
"Oh really?" Harry asked, casting a hesitant look towards the back of Hermione's head as if somehow trying to see through it and into her thoughts. "And here I was thinking you'd paid me back already. Something to look forward to I guess."
"Only the beginning, I assure you," Draco replied, looking back at Harry for a moment, unreadable expression on his face.
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