Hermione and Draco arrived at Potions to find Blaise, Harry and Pansy already there at a table next to Ron, Neville, Hannah and Crabbe. They went, sat down and just at that moment Snape swept into the dungeon.
"The Oblivious Unction is a potion used a lot in medicine, some of you may have been treated with it by Madam Pomfrey, after having a nasty accident that causes you painful memories, and renders you incapable of peaceful sleep." After this statement Snape's eyes lingered on Harry and Ron for a split second."It requires much concentration and thought and you will therefore be working in complete silence. Ingredients and method are-" he waved his wand, "On the board. You may begin."
There was the usual murmur as people lit their cauldrons but soon everyone was working and the only voice Hermione could here was Pansy's.
"I can't believe we had to split up Blaise! Potter looks nowhere near as good as you do topless!" She whined at him.
Harry turned red.
"I know babe, I'm gutted as well, Weasley isn't anywhere near as pretty as you, but what the Minister says is law, and my mum would freak if I went against it, I'm sorry." Blaise told her, and turned back to working on his potion.
Hermione grinned to herself. I reckon he likes Ginny more than he is letting on, she is much prettier than Parkinson who's he trying to kid? I wonder if he does look better than Harry, I'll have to ask Ginny later. He can't look better than Draco though. I have to admit that after all those years of playing Quidditch, he looks extremely well toned. Her potion hissed and turned a smooth gold colour. She looked around, pleased with herself until she saw Malfoy was laughing.
What is he laughing at? I got it right, what's funny about that? Oh God?! Malfoy! You'd better hope that you aren't using Legilimency against me!
So what if I am?
You've been listening to my thoughts? Merlin!
It's okay Granger, I don't blame you, why wouldn't you think I look good? I mean look at me!
It's an invasion of privacy! You could cheat in a test or something! Get out my head!
Make me.
With that Hermione thought of third year, when she punched him. She focused completely on that, until it was all he could see.
Ouch Granger. He winced. That was low. Didn't work though!
Hermione thought and then pulled out an almost forgotten memory, one shrouded with pain and fear. She brought it to the front of her mind. Expanded and emphasised it until it was all she could see. Draco could see himself, only, it didn't look like himself, his features were tired, almost old looking, and he was squinting in confusion. His eyes made contact with Hermione's in the reflection of the mirror above his own mantle piece. Then he realised what this memory was. It was last April, when Hermione, Harry and Ron had been caught by Greyback and brought to Malfoy Manor.
"What do you think son? Is it him?" his own Fathers' voice echoed around his mind.
"I don't know," he heard himself saying, "It could be."He could feel Hermione's fear through the memory pleading him not to say anything.
Then the memory shifted. It was him again, stood next to his mother by the same fireplace, but the vision was constricted, blurry around the edges. His eyes were squinting in fear, like he didn't want to see what he was seeing, but he had to watch. At that moment a scream echoed through the memory, and Draco felt her pain as his own. He winced and turned back to his potion.
"I'm sorry." He murmured.
Hermione turned back to her own potion ignoring a quizzical look from Harry. Draco didn't intrude on her mind for the rest of the lesson.
