Silver and Gold // Dramione

Dreams

6th Year, October 7th

When Draco got to the common room, book in hand, Hermione was sprawled again on the floor, surrounded by parchment and textbooks. He had managed to pull himself together and go to Charms, but he spent the rest of his evening in the astronomy tower reading the book he had found in the Room of Requirement.

It had a detailed family tree, even more details than any one he had seene before because it didn't have names blackened out. The dates of certain relatives were missing, mostly the ones who had been disowned a long time ago, but otherwise there was a complete family history of the Black line.

He noted the other Pureblood families had detailed family trees in the book, and saw considerable overlap amongst many of them. That was the 'interbreeding' concept that Hermione had warned about, that a muggle condition could interfere with his magical signature.

He knew Hermione would delve into the book the minute it reached her hands. She would pester him with questions about the disowned relatives, and the ones still living off the descendants mentioned in the tree.

He wanted to get it over with.

The second he was through the threshold her scent surrounded him, scratching at his nose with it's sweet posture. He took a deep breath, right through his chest to sedate him from any effects. It only worked slightly.

"Granger I found your book!" He hollered, tossing it on the empty armchair that she usually claimed.

He continued walking past her, eager to get away from the scent and delve into defining a plan for Snape for the upcoming Friday evening.

Snape was expecting a detailed plan for how to off Dumbledore. An Idea had sparked in Draco during charms class when Professor Flitwick was reviewing heirloom curses, and reversing charms on crystals.

As Flitwick put it - "some charms are indecetable, and can be hidden very well in intricate details of old silversmiths works. Oftentimes the cursed won't even know until they are gravely ill, or being possessed by the magic" - and Draco was convinced it would work.

A cursed object, arriving by mail would be unsuspecting. He assumed Dumbledore's recluse status meant there was a limited number of people checking his mail, if any, and he could easily slip it into the owlery unnoticed. In the possibile event that Dumbledore wasn't receiving any mail at the moment he supposed he could send it with another student to give to him.

His problem would be obtaining an old silversmith's work that could hold the charm, and wielding enough magic to indeed the old relic with a curse strong enough to kill Albus Dumbledore. He would need to pick something of a power level above his own, and he would have to create wards around to not alarm the messenger of his plan, and evade Dumbledore's suspicions.

Flitwick had named three charmed curses that were undetectable to a blind eye, and strong enough to cause immediate harm on first contact, and Draco had scribbled them down hastily on the corner of his parchment.

He was eager to escape Hermione's strange and metaphorical grasp on him and research the logistics of the spell in the privacy of his warded bedroom. The sooner he could finalize his plan, the sooner he could get away from her. His plan to exploit her brain now was only valuable to him by means of understanding why his family line was being questioned.

"Hey, wait!" she called out, he stopped but didn't turn to look at her "Why have you been acting so weird? You said stuff was going on, earlier in Potions, is there something you need to talk about?"