Draco Malfoy levitated the new batch of crystal orbs though the dark halls of The Department of Mysteries. Today he was not his ordinary gloomy self. Usually he was tormented by unexplained headaches and back pain. He brought it down to the mentally demanding job, and refused to seek a healer. Malfoys did not show weaknesses. Now the pain was blissfully momentarily gone. He was soothed by the memories of yesterday, when had been invited to a pre-bond party or as the muggles like to call it, engagement.

The Weasel had finally committed himself to that Granger girl, and of all people Draco had received an invitation. They probably just wanted to gloat at him, rub their happiness and victory in his face. Nobody would really expect him to show up at Mud-party like that. But Draco knew something they did not, so he accepted the invitation.

He stopped at his desk and lowered the big box of crystals to the floor. The small clink of glass hitting glass echoed though the enormous hall with its empty shelves. Well almost empty; Draco had managed to restore two thousand three hundred thirty seven prophesies to new orbs. Stupid Potty and his stupid friends had torn down the prophesy library, without thinking about who would have to clean up the mess. He, Draco Malfoy, that's who. It was the only job the Ministry dared to give the young former death eater. He would never have gotten this job either, if not both Potter and Snape had written letters of recommendation.

Draco smiled again at the memory of yesterday. He had than known a secret that the happy couple did not, Potter and Snape was doing the dirty deed.

The first time he walked in on Snape and Potter having sex, he had been surprised. He was even more surprised when Potter, with tears in his eyes, confessed to the shocked Slytherin that he and Snape were in love. The twenty year older man had just sat brooding in his chair staring darkly at Draco. Of course Draco had not been slow to approve the relationship, he was not stupid. Snape had become his legal guardian after that his father was sent off to Azkaban for the second time and his mother to St. Mungos insanity ward for the last time. Since then Draco had seen things in the Hogwarts dungeons that would turn a weak man in to a flubberworm. Draco was not a weak man.

A small tingling in the back of his head let Draco know that his headache was returning. He gave a sigh and opened the big ledger on his desk. After a bit of searching he found his place and took up the quill. He closed his eyes. This was such a monotone and repetitious magic that he could now do it without word or wand. Draco searched the room with his mind for the voice and prophecy of the Seer Mad Magda. She had prophesized a snail infection of the magical green houses in Berkshire. It had not happened yet.

Draco had three reasons for approving Harry's and Severus' relationship. First, as a bisexual, he had pity for those who only had one way to swing, second; the letters of recommendation, and third; just the thought of the horrified faces of Potters smug friends over their heroes affair, was enough to send rays of pleasure though his spine. He had gotten a great big hug from Potter and a handshake from Snape, both displaying more affection towards him than ever before.

He found the prophecy and slowly reached out his mind's hand towards it. The well practiced movement was suddenly interrupted by a terrible scream. Draco was thrown out of his concentration, his head throbbed and his vision blurred. He looked around. It had been a man in agony. No one was to be seen. Draco shuttered, he must have touched another prophecy by mistake. The scream still echoed in his head as he took up his concentration again.

It was Draco who had taken away the silencing spell on the broom closet in which Harry and Severus were snogging. It was also Draco who had alerted Granger's mother to the noise. The muggle woman's scream of terror and surprise shrieked though the party hall, cutting off a very long and boring speech (at least Draco thought so) from Dean Thomas. It was the first sound a muggle had ever made that actually turned Draco on. Ron's accusing eyes had immediately gone to his, but Draco was good at looking oblivious.

The slug prophecy was finally caught and the clear orb between Draco's fingers filled with whirling smoke. With his quill Draco made a note in the ledger, catalogued the orb and signed his name. He rose with a sigh and placed the restored prophecy on one of the empty shelves. Again he thought he heard the scream run though him, softer this time. It was almost as if the screamer was running out of strength to scream. Draco shuttered again. He went back to his desk. Curiously he began to search the ledger for a prophecy with a scream.

It had taken some time before the party guests were convinced that Snape was not molesting Potter, but was actually his boyfriend. Snape detested that term. Wesley's face had gone between several shades of green and blue before settling on red. Draco had found the colour change fascinating. Granger, on the other hand, shrieked (not as well as her mother though) at Harry, accusing him of stealing her day and threw her flowers at Snape. Then she locked herself in the bathroom. To Draco's knowledge, she was in there still.

The ledger had not revealed anything interesting, Draco did not have the patience for it anyway. His fine-tuned esoteric hearing located the direction of the sound; he decided to follow it and stood up. It led him further in to the library. Draco stopped in front of an ornamented door. He had seen the door before, on his first tour of the empty library. The ministry official, who had shown him around, said that it was the gateway to one of the Department of Mysteries great mysteries. Draco could have cared less then, not looking forward to spending time in this dark and dusty place. Now he hesitated.

As he opened the door he saw a great ruined archway in the middle of what looked like an amphitheatre. In its opening grey mist swirled and whirled. He could hear voices coming from it and his head was filled with a pain equal only to the description Harry had given him about his connection with the Dark Lord. Draco moved closer, spellbound he stretched out his hand. The voices seemed to get stronger, more alluring. Then he touched the mist.

"Who is it? Who is there?" The screamers voice was scared. "Who?"

"It is me…" Draco blurted and stepped back. "I mean, Draco, Draco Malfoy."

"Malfoy?" the voice echoed in his brain. "Fuck!"

And there was silence. Draco tried to find the voice again but with no luck. Hesitantly he backed off towards the door. Something told him that he should not mess with this stuff. As he left the room he heard a whisper; "Bloody Malfoys"