I would like to say thank you to my betas and wonderful ladies in my fanfiction family who've encouraged me into writing again and unknowingly helped me through some rough shit, as well as making me become an overall happier person. This is my first writing piece since 3rd to 5th grade, so bear with me on it. Please leave a review they are very much appreciated.

Our tale begins with our heroine, Hermione, carefully plotting and planning with her friends and the remainder of the Order at Number 12 Grimmauld Place…

"Gallopin gorgons, Ron, in the name of Merlin please focus. We need to come up with a new plan now that Harry is out of commission." proclaimed an exasperated Hermione as she angrily pinched the bridge of her nose.

"What's got your wand in a knot, 'Mione? My mum always said poisonous toadstools don't change their spots, and there's none as poisonous as a Malfoy," a grinning Ron disparaged while he fist-bumped a certain Irishman.

"I think you're wrong. We don't know exactly why he did what he did, but the look on his face as he went to his parents said he regretted all of it; I almost feel sorry for him. So, let's get back to the task at ha-"

"Hold on," interrupted Ron. "Since when have you had concerned thoughts about the ferret?!" With a look of disgust on his face he turned towards Hermione.

"I'll have you know Ronald that no matter how horrid Draco was, I always believed it to be the outcome of being raised by such prejudiced parents. Well, more correctly, an overbearing, prejudice father. Now, as I was sayi-"

"You had thoughts about Malfoy?!" Ron spat with malice, accompanying his exclamation with a look of horror and surprise on his face. "How could yo-"

"RONALD WEASLEY! STOP INTERRUPTING! It's rude! How I feel concerning a confused and scared boy is none of your business! It doesn't matter anyway, as we have a demonically evil wizard to destroy."

"Whatever," Ron said furiously as he got up and stomped upstairs.

Hermione closed her eyes and took a couple of deep breaths. When she opened them, she saw a living room full of people who were watching the scene unfold before them like a movie; all they were missing was popcorn. "Uh...okay...um, let's get back to planning," she said, panicking as she tried to think up a way to get their attention on something, anything, else

"I know that there is a secret library in the Room of Requirement!" she almost shouted.

"Ugh," groaned the majority of the room. "A library?! Really? Of course that's where Hermione Granger would go when in trouble." said Dean Thomas from somewhere near the back of the room.

"It was never there until after Voldemort won the Battle of Hogwarts."

"So…?" Seamus drawled out.

"So, the Room of Requirement doesn't show up on the Marauder's Map. Until now that is."

Hermione now had complete attention of her peers. "I did a little research, and there is a story about the Room that says, 'the secret library in it will remain unknown until there is great need of it.'"

"So there must be something of importance in this room to help us defeat You-Know-Who permanently." Said Neville excitedly.

"Exactly. Neville, can you hold down the fort while I go and try to find whatever it is that we need?"

"Of course."

"Alright. I am taking the Marauder's Map and Harry's invisibility cloak. If I am not back in three hours send help."

"Okay, be careful, Hermione."

"Always am."

She apparated into Hogwarts with the map, cloak, and her wand in hand. As she approached the bottom of the Grand Staircase to start her journey she heard voices, so she quickly threw on the cloak and muttered a silencing charm.

Hermione swiftly ran up the seven flights of stairs trying to not get stuck when one of the staircases moved, not wanting to risk one of the portraits announcing her arrival.

As soon as she came near to the Room of Requirement, she looked around quickly making sure no one was nearby and shed the cloak. The door to the secret library appeared before her. She silently marveled at the wondrousness of the Room of Requirement before she entered, watching the doorway disappear behind her.

Hermione looked at the many rows of books. "I have a long way to go." she said to one in particular, and got to searching.

Draco Malfoy wasn't observing the argument that had brewed between his aunt Bella and Alecto Carrow at Malfoy Manor. He had been thinking of all his years at Hogwarts. Realizing how stupid he was. He had finally come to terms with being a Death Eater, but it still felt like a punch in the gut whenever he thought about it.

Draco had gotten so lost in his thoughts he hadn't noticed that the Dark Lord had walked in, breaking up what had become a screaming match. He was thinking of all the decisions he had chose that got him to where he was now. On the inside he was scared shitless but didn't show it under any circumstance. He was remembering what his aunt had done to Hermione Granger. Sure she was an annoying know-it-all but she didn't deserve that kind of torture. It was the one time in his life he actually took a moment to care about her, to want to step in but he didn't knowing that doing so would get his family in serious trouble with the Dark Lord. He was so lost in thought that he hadn't noticed that it had become eerily quiet. He hadn't noticed that all eyes were on him as he was staring absentmindedly.

"It seems, Lucius, that the young Mr. Malfoy isn't taking his role seriously." Voldemort said in his soft inhumane voice.

Lucius grumpily shoved Draco into a standing position. "Stand up! Pay attention. You don't have the luxury to be getting distracted." Lucius growled menacingly.

Father and son glared at each other, one could nearly see the invisible daggers they were throwing at each other.

"Understood, Father," said Draco coolly. "Anyway, I wasn't distracted. I was only thinking of how to address the research that I have been doing."

"Humph." Lucius grumbled irritably.

"What is it that you have been researching that had you so distracted?" inquired the Dark Lord.

"A book."

"What is so special about this book?"

"It's a book of prophecies. It is said that this books prophecies change depending on the owner. One that could either help aid in making you more powerful, or bring your ultimate demise. I think it wise to find it before someone else does and uses it for the latter. Wouldn't you agree, my Lord?"

"Hmm. And where might this book be?"

"I believe it to be in the Room of Requirement."

"Hmm." Voldemort stood up and walked towards Draco with a look of evil on his face. "You may go and look if you wish, but if you fail this ridiculous quest of yours, your family will pay dearly for your insolence."

Lucius and Narcissa suddenly looked at Draco with such intensity, that he could feel it boring a hole into his skull.

"Yes, my Lord."

Not showing any emotion, he stalked off with the sound of Bellatrix's maniacal laughter following him. As soon as he was out of earshot, he stopped, leaned against a wall, and let the weight of what was originally supposed to be a very simple mission, fall onto him full force.

His parents came around the corner swiftly to his side. "Draco, I hope this isn't just a myth you came across, and decided to try looking for. This is very serious, darling." whispered Narcissa softly, holding her son's face in her hands. A look of worry marring her beautiful face, showing Draco the lines that marked the corners of her eyes.

"Don't worry, mother," Draco murmured, taking Narcissa's hands in his own, "I know what I am doing; I won't let anything happen to you."

"No need to coddle the boy, my love." said Lucius, putting a hand on Draco's shoulder without an ounce of emotion. Narcissa saw that Lucius wanted to be alone with their son.

"Okay. I love you. Be careful." She stopped to give Draco a quick peck on the cheek before she walked away.

As soon as she was gone, Lucius pinned Draco against the wall by his shirt. He stared into him with eyes that were terrified, yet he looked menacing. "Don't you fail. This had better work. Understood?!"

"Yes, father." replied Draco as he sneered at Lucius with disgust. Without hesitation, he walked away without saying another word.

Once behind the safety of his bedroom walls, his thoughts were drawn to the threat made on his family. "This is ridiculous," he thought, "I have to find that book. I can't let him hurt my family anymore." He was quite proud, and moreso relieved, that he had mastered occlumency, as doing so had kept the Dark Lord out of his head. He made his way to his desk, where the information he had come across on the book was stashed. 'Magicks Moste Malevolent' he read, running his fingers over the battered cover. It was rumored to have been destroyed thousands of years ago but someone thought it to be a bright idea to hold onto it, to replace it with a fake copy. "Thank you whoever you are that kept it. It'll help most ardently against Voldemort."

He apparated just outside of Hogwarts wards and was careful enough to make it to the Room of Requirement unseen by a single body. Draco stood there contemplating what exactly he would need to think of for the Room to appear as he needed. He thought that maybe it could be in the Room of Hidden Things but quickly remembered that it burnt down during the Battle of Hogwarts. Just as he was deciding on where else to search, the Room's secret library door appeared. "Hmm." He walked in. "So many books," he thought walking in, hearing the door close behind him. He tried to accio the book but realized, with reluctance, magic of that kind wouldn't work. "Looks like we are doing this the hard way." He shed his suit jacket, rolled up his sleeves and got searching on the nearest row.

Hermione was a good few rows away from where she originally started when she heard a noise come from the front of the room. Startled, she readied her wand and quietly peeked around the edge of the bookshelf. "Well, speak of the devil," she thought. What took up her line of sight was a person who she never thought she would see again. Not in this manner anyway. She found herself admiring her view as she went back to the conversation she had with Ron not too long ago.

Handsome with that slicked back blonde nearly white hair. Startling grey eyes. Tall. Not gangly, but not heavily muscular either. Long, slender fingers she noticed as she watched him gently pick up a book. Hermione was so busy watching Draco that she hadn't realized her weight on the shelf was making it lean. Her hand slipped, causing her to fall, shoving forward the bookshelf and all it's content with her. There was a loud crash as she and the shelf fell to the floor.

"What in Merlin's name was that?!" said Draco thoroughly startled as he turned towards the noise. He walked over, wand in hand, and saw to his surprise Hermione on the floor amongst the mess of scattered books and wood. "Well, well, well. If it isn't the Mudblood," he said with his signature sneer, crossing his arms over his chest. "What the hell are you doing here."

"None of your beeswax Malfoy!" said Hermione standing up. She realized she had been checking him out and found herself flushing with embarrassment. She quickly replied, "What about you. What's a Death Eater doing at Hogwarts? Don't you have better things to do than spend time in a library?"

"You are not the only one to appreciate them. You ever think about that Granger?" said Draco as he searched the books that were now scattered. Using the charm 'Wingardium Leviosa', he grudgingly started to pick up the shelf and books back in place. Hermione, following his lead, did the same.

"Since when do you clean up?" Hermione asked.

"I am not a complete asshole Granger. I like things tidy and neat." Draco replied. Putting away what he thought was the last of the books. Hermione noticed one, a small distance

from where they were standing and she instantly felt drawn to it, wanting to pick it up by hand. As Hermione walked over she noticed it was different than the other books. Older, tarnished, weathered and cracked with pages that dangled by threads. It felt sinister but she couldn't stop herself from picking it up slowly with caution.

Draco sauntered over to her, curious to see what was so interesting and caught the title. "Ha," he crowed, "Still believe in fairy tales, eh Granger?"

"No," she replied with a roll of her eyes, "I was just drawn to it. Like it was physically pulling me to it."

"Oh, shove off. It's just a book." he snorted, Snatching the book of fairy tales away from her. "See," as he flipped it open, "Just a bo-". The book started shaking furiously. Draco vigorously dropped the book to the floor just as a light burst out of it with a loud roar. "Bloody hell, what the fuck!" he shrieked.

"What the hell did you do, you bloody git!" screamed Hermione. In unison, they attempted to run towards the exit of the library only to feel themselves being pulled in by what can only be described as an invisible rope. With nothing to grab onto in reach, Draco and Hermione were sucked into the book of fairy tales. As soon as they vanished into the pages, the book closed itself, leaving no trace that the Room had held any visitors at all.