Izzy made sure that Harry and Ron had already left the next morning for breakfast before she jumped off the couch and levitated herself up the stairs to the boys' dorm.

Goodness, it's a disaster in here! she thought, wrinkling her nose as a foul smell wafted out of one of the many trunks strewn carelessly around the room.

Though, it was very easy to tell whose bed was whose. Ron's had lots of quidditch posters and family pictures. Harry's had quidditch posters and things too, but he had a family album on his nightstand with pictures of him and his parents before they died.

She headed over to his bed and gently patted it down, trying to see if he might've hidden it under the covers. When Izzy didn't find anything, she moved on to the trunk under the bed.

Opening it carefully so as not to spill anything out of it, she dug around and found it at the bottom underneath another cloak that looked similar from the outside.

Clever. Harry is very clever...

She grabbed it and put it on, just in case someone came in and saw her, replacing the trunk and making sure the bed was made the same way she had found it. Then she snuck out the same way she came, a victorious smile on her face.

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The next morning, Hermione awoke to a owl tapping on her window.  She opened it and the owl swooped in, hopping on to her pillow.  Hermione untied the note and read it.

11 in the library isn't going to work.  I'm held up.  Change time to 12?

See you then ;) <3

DM

She couldn't believe it.  Draco Malfoy had the audacity to change her plans and draw a tiny heart?  She smiled to herself.

After taking a shower and eating some breakfast, she woke up Harry and Ron and told them about the change of plans.  Then she grabbed her potion supplies and headed to Snape's old ingredient storage closet. After grabbing the ingredients she needed to brew her potion, she headed to the library.

Once she was in her area of the library, she started brewing. It was a potion they had made at the very beginning of the year but she still remembered how to brew it.

"One empty vial, warmed in the makers hands for two minutes, check," Hermione muttered to herself.

"Hermione?  Are you here?" She heard Draco call.

"Back here!"

"Oh good.  I was- what are you doing?"

"I'll explain when Harry and Ron get here.  Now, you were saying?"

"Right. I was talking to Blaise and Pansy."

"That's it?"  She asked, stunned.  "You were talking to them? You postponed defeating Voldemort for an entire hour to talk to your friends?"

"It was important!  It was about... well..."

"What?  What could possibly be more important than this?" Hermione questioned, slightly frustrated.

"You." Hermione fell silent. "I was telling them about us and how I didn't want them using the word 'mudblood' anymore."

Hermione went quiet.  "Oh."

She was about to ask what "us" meant, but just then, Harry and Ron walked in.

"What this 'Mione?" Harry asked.

Draco looked away as Hermione cleared her throat.

"Blutalysis.  Remember, the blood testing potion?  Well, this is how I'm going to prove my theory.  It's easier than telling you, that's for sure."

"Telling us?  Telling us what?"  Harry and Ron worriedly questioned, but Draco just looked resigned.

"Malfoy, what do you know?"  Ron asked fiercely.

"He doesn't know anything. Focus on this right now. Harry, come here."

She grabbed Harry's hand and pricked his finger before he knew what she was doing.  Once his blood was in, she pricked her own finger and dropped the blood in.

Draco quietly gasped, catching on, as Hermione poured the potion into the vial with hers and Harry's blood.

"Green means incompatible," she said as the potion faded from clear to green, then to blue and purple.  "Blue means compatible.  Purple means it's similar, and red means..."

"It's a match," Harry whispered as the potion faded into a thick, blood red.