Do Wizards dream of magic sheep?

She needed a cup of coffee. She was going to publish one of her favorite stories in the paper tomorrow, and she knew that even if he didn’t admit it, someone would be looking for this story. And if that person were Draco, she knew she’d have to think twice about it too. She knew that if he did want to inquire, she’d have to find out. No matter how many times she tried to talk to him, that was impossible.

"If only I had known you were pursuing the same goal."

"Your goal is how to get rid of a Death Eater carrying out your missions. I took part in the Order's successful raid on the Leaky Cauldron, and I have never seen you cry while undertaking such a goal. You do not understand the choices we face, Tom."

Harry swallowed owlishly. "What’s wrong?"

"I don’t know." She looked around. "The Voldy brothers have had a few things done to their collections. They are doing what they can, but we are also aware of the fact that the vaults have been emptied of vials and other medical supplies in the St. Mungo’s wards."

Hermione had never felt more refreshed before a shower. She was sure her diet made it even sweeter.

She was also sure she never had to have to see a doctor again. She was aced up, and that was what made Snape's visit worthwhile.

"He’ll be fine" she assured him. "We’ll do it as soon as possible."

"All right then" Lucius said, setting off for the bathroom. "What is it?"

"I swallowed too much water" she said in a shy voice. "I need to take a shower."

"In order to give you a better understanding of how to play this game, we need a little introduction to some of

its rules and the most simple ones. Please be aware that our game is totally trivial, so there is no need to

read it thoroughly in order to understand the rules."

He couldn’t help but think of his Ladyship. She had been smart and kind and always helpful and so kind.

She had done so many things for him and he wondered if the impression he had made on her was genuine.

"You said it was you", Narcissa added, an eyebrow flying over Draco's face "and not me."

"Hermione!" Narcissa screamed. "I said it was me!"

“Bye, Miss Granger. You’re welcome.”

And suddenly a familiar hand was gripping her arse, pulling her closer. It was and old witch from school.

The word is uttered in a barely perceptible whisper, the ramifications of which must be considered.

"General Potter?" Snape’s voice is higher, until finally he speaks again. "And how is the mission?"