A/N: Hey everyone! Hope you guys liked the last chapter. So, Theo is awaiting the answers, and Hermione and Draco found Voldemort's important document. Read the A/N at the end of the chapter to find out when the next chapter will be out. On with the chapter!

"Draco." Hermione stopped him just before he could walk inside the office. The Brightest Witch of Her Age bent down to pick something off the floor, a crumpled piece of paper, and opened it. "Do you know who's handwriting it is? I do not recognise the things written on it, but it looks like some kind of important paper."

He took the paper from her and carefully looked at everything written on it. "It is the Dark Lord's handwriting."

His wife gasped and stepped closer towards him to look at the paper, as he tilted it a bit so that she could clearly see it. "Are you sure about that, Draco? Because I really do not recognise anything that he has written on this. I can't even read it, actually. It looks more like something a small kid, who has not learned how to write yet but has a pen in hand, some thoughts in mind and so, would have written on paper. I mean, just look at the handwriting. It is so bad."

The Malfoy heir chuckled a little and shook his head. Hermione was just simply adorable-

Wait, what?

No, he did not just think that. Really, he didn't. 

Hermione was not adorable at all. She was a nuisance, according to him. 

 To get rid of those thoughts, Draco grabbed the witch's arm, and led her back inside the office, locking the door behind her and putting up a lot of spells on it. He didn't drop her hand until he reached his father's desk, where he told her to sit on the chair, and he himself propped up on the desk, right next to her legs. 

"I know what I am saying, Granger." The blond wizard rolled his eyes at her. "This is definitely not something which you ranted about. The Dark Lord has been living in my house for about two years now, and I have seen him write several documents. In fact, I have received a few letters from him as well, and so, I think I would recognise his handwriting everywhere."

"However, I do agree with one point of yours," Draco smirked, "His handwriting is so horrible. He should learn from me, actually."

"Well, if this indeed is his handwriting, why can't I read whatever is written on it?" Hermione frowned.

"Two reasons." He held up two fingers and continued, "First, this is written in old Latin, the kind which was used many years back in the wizarding world. And well as for the second one, it is quite obvious, actually. You can't read it because you are a muggle born."

"How dare you?" The muggle born hissed at him. "I actually thought that you had changed, Draco! I thought I could trust you. But I was so so wrong. You still believe in those damn blood prejudice and-"

"Oh for Salazar's sake, shut up!" The Slytherin wizard rolled his eyes and covered her mouth with his hand. "I have changed, Granger, and I don't believe in those things anymore. If you would have let me continue, then you would have understand that the prejudiced one here is the Dark Lord, who must have put some specific charms on this paper so that only the pure bloods and half bloods can read it. Got it, idiot?"

The Brightest Witch of Her Age's eyes widened in realisation, and she slowly nodded her head, her mouth still covered with her husband's hand. 

Draco sighed and finally removed his hand from her mouth, hesitantly placing it on top of her shoulder and squeezing it. "Granger... I am honoured, really, that you thought you could trust me. That was something I had never thought to become true. But I have really changed, Granger, believe- well, you can trust me on that. Believing someone is a totally different thing. But, Granger, I swear to you that I have changed. I don't believe in those blood purity ideas, haven't done so for a long time now. Do you really think if I still held strong to those beliefs, I would be helping you here? Risking my life for you?"

Hermione slowly shook her head, feeling a little ashamed of thinking so low of him. He was right after all. 

"You are right, Draco. I am sorry-"

"Wait, I didn't hear that. Can you repeat that, please?"

"I am sorry, Draco. You are right-"

"I didn't get that." Draco smirked, placing his hand behind his ears and leaning towards her. "Repeat it again, Granger. Come on, you can do this."

His wife grinned and started smirking, as she formed an idea in her head, leaning quite close to his ear, and shouted, "You crazy ferret, Draco Malfoy!"

He winced and leaned away, rubbing his ear and narrowing his eyes at her. But when he saw her grinning wildly, his grey eyes softened and he even smiled softly. 

Although he immediately vanished the smile from his face, and rolled his eyes when she looked at his face. "That was so childish, Granger. What are you, 12?"

"On a scale from one to ten? Of course, I am, Draco."

And the Slytherin wizard found that he could not argue with that statement of hers. Of course she was, she had always been for him. 

So, he decided to change the topic instead of replying to that. "Anyways, if your stupid talks have been done, we should get on with it. Although I can read some parts of it, but I would still need a old latin dictionary to be sure of it, the translation should be perfect. Because from what I have gathered from the words that I am able to understand perfectly, this is the exact thing we needed."

"Why? What is so important about this?"

"This has the information about the remaining horcruxes of the Dark Lord, Granger." Draco sighed.

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Theo kept staring at his father, his arms crossed in front of him, tapping his right foot on the ground, for a few minutes until his patience ran out. 

"Do you want to start talking or would you prefer me using all the spells that I know of on you, and then you would answer all of my questions?" He snapped. 

"I think the Aquavirius Maggots are not letting him speak. Maybe they are interfering with some parts of his brain, they love to do that, you know?" Luna suggested, tilting her head at her boyfriend's father. 

"What rubbish thing is this stupid girl talking about?" Theodore Nott Sr. frowned at the two people in front of them, his eyes flicking between his son and the blonde witch. 

"Finally found your voice, have you?" The Nott Heir asked. He conjured a chair and placed it directly in front of his father, sitting on it with one of his ankles crossed over his other leg, continuing without waiting for any response, "Great. So now you can shut up talking stupid things about this wonderful girl here, and tell me exactly everything I want to know."

But he didn't receive any response to that. 

"You have five minutes, father. Either you talk, or once I start using my spells, nobody would be able to stop me. Your time starts now."

Still, no answer. 

"Time is ticking, Father. Come on, start talking. If you don't respond to this, then I am afraid I will have to use some magic. Which spell should I start with? Maybe Cruci-"

"No, please, don't!" Theodore Nott Sr. pleaded with him. "I will talk. I will answer all of your questions. Just please don't use any spell on me. Please, son."

"Great, we have a mutual understanding now. Should have known how to get you to talk." Theo rolled his eyes at him. 

"Wh.. What do you want to know, son?"

"Do not call me your son, ever!" The young Slytherin wizard hissed at his father. "I am not your son anymore. And as for what I want to know, everything. Start from the beginning, actually, from when the Dark Lord had vanished when he had tried to use the killing spell on a year old Potter. And don't you dare even think about lying, because you know that the consequence would not be good otherwise."

"Okay." Theodore Nott Sr. sighed and looked down at his fingers, fiddling them. "I.. I had not been a really active follower of the Dark Lord then. In the initial years, I had that lust for power, for becoming really powerful. And I was not the only one, you know. Even Lucius Malfoy, he wanted that too. And then rose the Dark Lord, who became a leader for people like us, who wanted that power and control on others."

"We all were very excited when he told us his plans, of ruling the whole world, including the muggle one, and considering we all had similar ideas about the blood purity thing, we had no problem in supporting him."

"But the things turned dark then." The Nott patriarch closed his eyes, as if trying to remove all those memories from his mind, which were no doubt, dancing in front of his eyes at that moment, making him relive all of that. "The Dark Lord discovered the prophecy, and then ordered all of us to find out where the Potters' lived. And... None of us hesitated in going to lengths for fulfilling his demands."

"You were even willing to risk your wife and son's lives for that, weren't you?" Theo asked him. 

"You have to understand that I thought whatever I was doing at that time was right." The older wizard opened his eyes and looked at his son. "I... I thought that if I succeeded in completing that task, before anyone else, then I would rise in the Death Eaters' ranks, and with the power that I would obviously get with that, I would be able to live a happy and peaceful life with you and your mother."

He continued, "But nothing like that happened. I was not able to find out the Potters' location, no matter what I did. And then... I heard that some batchmates of James Potter went to this brothel in the Knockturn Alley. I knew that the only way to get information from them, would be to... to trick them there."

"And you wanted to send my mother there." His son stated, eyes containing anger and sadness fixed at his father, as he put two and two together.

"I am not proud of that decision, but yes." Theodore Nott Sr. nodded, lowering his eyes to the ground. "She, of course, refused. And I was too absorbed in gaining that power, that I didn't see what was right, and what was not. I threatened to harm you... You were her everything after all, as your mother and I never had that real relationship. The marriage was just a requirement of us, nothing else. She still didn't listen to me. A few days later, when their still was not any solution... I... I tortured you in front of her... Her one year old son... Her life... She couldn't bear it... Your screams... The pain... Nothing."

Theo closed his eyes and clenched his fists tightly, feeling his girlfriend place her hand on his shoulder, and squeezing it gently.

"She started dueling me, taking my attention away from you, you see." His father said. "I had never wanted to do what I did... But the anger had taken over by my mind then... One moment she had shot a spell on me, and thrown a protective shield around you... Maybe she had known what I had been about to do... I could not control myself, and I... I hit her with an Avada Kedavra... She did not even try to dodge it."

Luna could see tears making their way out of her boyfriend's closed eyes, and so, without caring that his father was looking at them, knelt down next to him. The witch placed her hands over his clenched fists, rubbing her thumb on the back of his hands. 

The Nott Heir slowly opened his eyes, filled with tears and looked at her, conveying how much he loved her, and how much she meant to him by squeezing her hands gently. 

And Luna did. She did understand his emotions.

"I... I am sorry, son."

The young wizard turned his eyes to his father, anger immediately replacing the love in them, and immediately stood up, advancing towards him. 

"DO NOT CALL ME YOUR SON, YOU BASTARD!" He screamed, throwing the vase kept on a nearby table to the floor. "I was a year old! A small child! And you destroyed my whole life just because you wanted to be powerful! Your desire ruined my entire freaking life. I hate you!"

Without wasting a second, Theo whipped his wand out, and pointed at his father. As he shot a spell at the older wizard, a white flash blinded him, causing him to drop his wand on the ground. 

"THEO!"

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"Well, good morning, I guess."

Harry mentally rolled his eyes and looked at Blaise, expecting to somehow communicate with him by just using his eyes. Although his plans were foiled when he noticed that the Slytherin wizard was staring at the witch in front of them, his mouth open. 

No. 

This was not happening right then and there. 

Not at all. 

It shouldn't. 

Blaise could not get distracted by Amelia's beauty. 

He had a girlfriend after all. 

Didn't he have some morals or ethics? Or perhaps he had forgotten everything about the plan they had just been about to make, but had already thought about it in detail?

Damn the Slytherins. 

"Thanks for telling us that it is morning. We would not have noticed otherwise after all, Amelia." The Boy who Lived rolled his eyes, this time in real, intending the pun, of course. 

The dark red haired witch's eyes flicked towards him, rage rising in them. "You do not get to call me by my name, filth. You do not have that permission."

"Bold of you to think that I need your permission, Amelia." Harry smirked. 

"Enjoy as much as you can, filth." She chuckled darkly. "You are, however, my guest until I get to rip you and your friend apart. But it seems that your friend here is already entranced by me. Maybe that would make my job easier, and a little fun too."

"Just get to the point, Amelia Marie Romano." The Chosen One snapped at her, all the while glaring at his Slytherin companion. "Where is your precious Dark Lord anyways? Too scared to come here and face me, is he?"

"Shut your mouth, Potter." She glared at him. "Do not talk about things you have no idea of. And don't you worry at all, the Dark Lord will be here pretty soon."

Harry internally smirked. Amelia had just given him the answer he was searching for. 

Ignoring him, she turned towards the Death Eaters. "Leave the room this instant. Go and guard the house, kill anyone who comes looking for these too. I will have a talk with these two pieces of filth meanwhile."

All of them nodded, and after bowing to her once, left the room. The witch then turned back towards the two Order members. "So, what should I do with you two?"

"Do whatever you want, Amelia, because we both know that you do not have much time anyways." Harry rolled his eyes. 

Ignoring his statement once again, she said, "Maybe I should get all the answers from you first. Or should I play with you? I can always make you my servant. Hmm... Now that sounds like a good option, doesn't it, Potter?"

"And what about you, Zabini?" The witch walked forwards, towards him, watching as his eyes followed her every move, his mouth still wide open. "You would like to be my slave, wouldn't you? I know you would. You would like to serve me, however you can, however I ask of you, right?"

"Whatever you wish, I will do it." Blaise breathed, feeling the witch dance her fingers on his shoulders, slowly tracing his jawline as he roamed his eyes over her every curve, every inch of her body, going from head to toe. 

Amelia smirked, enjoying the way she could control the wizard without even doing any thing special. She leaned towards him to whisper into his ear, "You would do anything for me, wouldn't you, my slave?"

Harry watched all of this with pure horror in his eyes. He couldn't believe what was going on in front of him, not at all.

"Anything you wish, mistress." Blaise answered. 

The Romano heiress' smirk widened, and she leaned even closer to him, intending to get the  answers by just seducing him a little bit. 

But that was where she committed a mistake. 

As soon as her body was in contact with his, her hand touching his fingers, she felt something wet on her hand, and a beautifully passionate scent taking over her mind.

"Oh dear Blaise." She purred just after a few seconds. "Oh how I love you so much. Where have you been from such a long time? Didn't you miss me?"

Harry was still watching the scene in front of him with horror, but this time, his eyes drifted from the witch to his companion, who was smirking at the witch. 

"Shocked you, did I?" The Slytherin wizard turned his smirk towards the other wizard. "You should honestly get a habit of getting shocked because of my actions, Potter."

"The heck was that, Zabini?" He asked, looking back at the witch who was still standing very close to the wizard, but this time, looking at him with love and lust in her eyes. 

"Well in simple language, it is called lots of acting mixed with a bit of the love potion." Blaise grinned at him and then flicked his eyes towards the witch. "Untie us now, Amelia, and give our wands back as well."

She immediately nodded and did as he said, vanishing the ropes from around them using her wand, and then accioeing their wands from somewhere towards her. 

"Here you go, my love," She said, handing the wands belonging to the respective wizards. "What more can I do for you?" 

"How about you just go and stand there in a corner, finger on your lips, staying quiet while we talk?" It was Harry who said that.

Amelia huffed and rolled her eyes at him. "You can shut up, you filthy scum of a wizard."

Harry scoffed and crossed his arms in front of him. He was the Chosen one, how dare she treat him like that?

Blaise chuckled and said, "Do as Potter said, Amelia. Go and stand in that dark corner, not making a sound, and if anyone opens that door, or you get alerted of anyone approaching us, tell us immediately." He took a step closer towards her, and caressed her cheek slowly, sweetly whispering, "You have to protect us, my love. You will do so, won't you?"

"I will go to the world's end and back again for you, my sweetheart. Anything for you." Amelia kissed his cheek and went to stand in the corner. 

Blaise made a disgusting face and wiped his cheek, mentally apologising to his dear girlfriend. "So Potter, how about some tea and biscuits with the talk on how I deceived everyone, including you?"

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The Dark Lord was boiling with rage as he made his way around the Malfoy Manor. Everything was going wrong for him at that moment. 

For some reason, he had not been able to create more horcruxes, ever since the Battle had ended, and he received some anonymous message from Italy, but he had not been able to decode it either. 

Life was definitely going so great for him. 

Shaking his head, he decided to change his way halfway, and turned towards the opposite direction, intending to go the Malfoy Heir's wing. 

Well, it would have been fine on any other day, at any time, but there was a small problem today. 

The problem being that the Malfoy Heir was not present in the Manor at that moment, nor was his wife. 

Lucius Malfoy, who had been following the Dark Lord's every move through his binoculars, all the while hiding behind the pillars, tensed upon seeing him walking towards his son's wing, and immediately went to his room. 

"Cissa!" He shouted, trying to catch her attention which was solely focused on the book she was reading.

His wife sighed in frustration and looked up at him, intending to scold him for interrupting her precious 'me' time. But before she could even open her mouth, her husband quickly told her what he had seen. 

"I have a plan." Narcissa declared. "And you are going to help me with it."

She grabbed his arm before he could respond to that, and waved her hand, making the Malfoy wards allow them to apparate. A second later they found themselves in their son's room. 

The Malfoy matriarch immediately conjured two vials of a specific potion and rummaged through the vanity for something. "Found it." 

She grinned and took a few hair strands from the diamond hairclip lying on the table, and removed the cork from the vial, adding the strands into the potion. 

"Go and search through the bathroom for a platinum brush, that's Draco's favorite and yet he never cleans it after using it." She instructed her husband.

Lucius nodded, understanding what she was trying to do, and went to the bathroom to get the hair strands of his son. He came out a few seconds later, grinning successfully. 

The couple nodded at each other and immediately glamoured their clothes, downing the potions just in time to hear someone knocking on the door. 

And when they opened it, they found none other than Voldemort standing there, his arms behind his back, and an angry expression on his face.

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"Okay, you know that I honestly love libraries very much, but why are we here actually, Draco? That too at this time."

"Do you have to question my every move, beaver?" Draco whispered into her ear. 

"Not my fault your every move is suspicious, ferret." She retorted, pinching his arm when it was close to hers. 

"You- ouch." The blonde wizard grabbed her arm and quickly led her to the end of the muggle library they had come to. He pushed her against the last shelf in the back of the room, where the only people present were them. 

"W-wha-"

Without giving her a chance to reply, Draco stepped closer, trapping her between his body and the shelf behind, leaning his face quite close to hers. "Just stay like this for a few seconds, Granger. I think I felt someone following us."

Hermione nodded slightly and did as he said, just jumping a little when he snaked his arm around her waist, pulling her even closer towards him, so close that almost every inch of her body was in contact with his.

The two continued to stay like that for a few minutes, their breaths mixing into each other's, faces in contact. 

After a minute more, the Malfoy Heir turned his face just a little so that his lips were almost touching hers. Slowly, looking at her all the while, he moved his face closer, watching as her eyes slowly fluttered close, a soft sigh leaving her mouth. 

His lips had almost touched hers, when on the last second, Draco moved his face and kissed the corner of her lips. 

"I think whoever was following us left the library." He whispered. "We should leave, probably. Shouldn't we, Granger? That would be the right thing to do. But I don't want to leave..."

However, before Hermione could open her eyes, and perhaps show her confusion or shock at that statement, as if he had read her mind, the blonde wizard closed his eyes and touched his lips to hers. 

His wife slowly raised her hands to rest them on his upper arms, as he tightened his hold on her, pulling her closer towards him, slowly kissing her with more firmness, perhaps showing her why he didn't want to leave. 

As their kiss deepened, their minds and hearts becoming one, Draco slowly lowered his hands to touch her lower back, pulling her shirt up just a little, and dancing his fingers on the bare skin there. 

Hermione shivered, feeling his cold fingers touch her warm skin. "Draco.." She whispered as he pulled away just a little, allowing them to breathe. 

Perhaps that was not the right thing to do. 

As if breaking from a trance he didn't want to be in, the Slytherin Prince immediately pulled away entirely, removing his hands from her waist, and taking a few steps back. "I.. I am sorry. I shouldn't have done that." 

Again, before she could answer, Draco continued with his actions. But unlike kissing her before to stop her, he turned around and walked towards another shelf, where they would find the required book, leaving Hermione standing alone at the spot they had shared a tender moment just a few seconds back. 

The Brightest Witch of Her Age lightly smacked her own head, berating herself for losing the control just like that. 

She knew that Draco had obviously stood that close to her to confuse their stalker, making the person think that they were just another normal couple, enjoying the privacy available in the back of the library, making the most of it. 

But if that was the case, then he should have pulled away after he had declared that they weren't being followed anymore. And he himself said that it would be the right thing to do... Then why hadn't he done so?

Why had he said that he didn't want to leave?

Why had he kissed her like that?

And then, why had he reacted like that after their kiss ended?

So many questions, so many doubts. 

But Hermione only knew one thing. The kiss that they had just shared, was not at all like a normal kiss. There was something... Something which could only be felt, and not explained in words. 

She had surely felt something, maybe he had too. But instead of talking about the kiss, he had simply apologised and walked away, not even looking at her in the eye all the while. 

Why did he have to be such a stupid, confusing and handsome man?

"Beaver!"

Hermione rolled her eyes and walked towards the shelf from where the sound seemed to be coming, intending to forgot all about their kiss. 

Meanwhile, Draco wasn't dealing with kiss perfectly either. 

While they were searching for the book which could assist them in translating the paper they had found, as the more Latin to English dictionaries they had, the better, the blonde Slytherin could not even make proper eye contact with his wife. 

What the heck was wrong with him?

It is like it was their first kiss, that he had to act all so innocent and awkwardly. He wasn't a stupid teenager after all.

But unlike the kiss at their wedding or the ones they had shared after that, this one didn't seem fake at all. It wasn't forced, nor there was anyone present around them. 

It was just them. 

And their kiss. 

But the bitter truth present in the back of his mind had been an unwanted guest. However much he wanted to pretend, to think, she wasn't his. 

She loved someone else... Her heart belonged to someone who wasn't him... And as much as it pained him to think so, he knew he wouldn't ever deserve her. 

So why can't he just remain professional with her? Or perhaps try to be just friends with her? Why did he have to go and fall for her?

But that's not how the heart works, is it?

You can't control who you fall for.. Whom you end up giving your heart to, even if the person turns out to be an unexpected one.

But Draco had to keep in mind that at the end of the day, she was just his spy partner, nothing less, nothing more.

And so, no matter how much he wanted to tell her that he was in love with her, had been for a while actually, he would just have to stand at the sidelines and watch as she lived her life.

Without him. 

He knew that he was nothing but a side character in this movie of her life, knowing his role would not last for long. 

But that didn't mean it didn't hurt when he thought about it. 

They would be together until the war would eventually end, and more than anything, Draco dreaded that day. 

"Draco?"

He shook his head to stop the train of his thoughts, and reluctantly looked at her face, sighing mentally when he saw her looking at the book in her lap, her beautiful brown eyes shining with excitement as her fingers quickly ran across the texts.

"Found something, Granger?"

"Of course! Come here, quickly." She absentmindedly patted the spot next to her on the floor, not noticing how he froze at her simple statement.

When he didn't move for the next few seconds, Hermione looked up and frowned. "What? You do remember we need to translate the page, right? Come here, quickly."

Her husband nodded, and sat down next to her, leaning over her shoulder to read the point she was showing him. "This definitely does not look like a Latin to English dictionary to me, Granger."

"No shit sherlock-"

"Who the heck is sherlock now?"

"Never mind, I will explain that to you later on. This book is actually a kind of encyclopedia, on some rare items."

 "Do you really think this will be beneficial to us, Granger?" Draco rolled his eyes at her. 

"From what I have understood of Voldemort's theories, yes." She nodded. "He just loves using the historic and ancient things, which have either any significant value or a backstory. Just think about all those horcruxes he had created, those conditions were there. And I know that all of them were magical items, but as you once so kindly told me, there were hidden magical items all over the world, maybe some had been converted to muggle things."

Draco looked at her sheepishly as he remebered how he shouted that little fact at her, during one of their arguments at Hogwarts. 

"Anyways," She continued, rolling her eyes at him, "This book contains information about some of those items, from the same era as of the creation of the items which eventually became the horcruxes."

"Granger, you are such a genius and I-" 

I love you. 

But he left that unsaid. 

"I still hate you." He tried to smirk at her. "Anyways let us go quickly. Something tells me that the Dark Lord isn't happy right now."

A/N: That's it for this chapter. It was 5200+ words. Hope you guys liked it. So, Blaise and Harry made progress towards their mission, and Draco and Hermione had a romantic moment. What do you think of that? Random question: Which character would you have dressed up as for Halloween? Answer in the comments below. Vote, comment and please share my story. Reviews are always appreciated. Thank you!

Next chapter on 6/11/21( Saturday).

Until next time.