"So we need to wait "till the Ball to complete it ?" Draco asked, his head turning to look at her. "No, you're not listening," She sing-sung the last part. "We will need to change the plan all together, the poison will start to work as soon as we bind it to the body. I just thought that the night of the ball will be the most fitting, the dress has to serve its purpose after all." She giggled and turned to look at him too, their eyes meeting. They lay on the rug in their living room, bare and exposed. They shared a duvet, covering most of her body and only his lower part. Hermione balanced her head on her hand and squinted at the fire, thinking. "You think the horrid plant will grow until then ?" Draco was asking question after question but it was a given, both of them sharing the same trait of wanting to know everything that was possible.