"Harry, if you don’t swear to me that you won’t tell a soul about Draco and I, I will obliviate you before you can take a single step, and you know I can do that," Hermione threatened, and she meant it – although she didn’t expect she would need to do it. From the defeated look on Harry’s face, he wasn’t going to tell. She hoped. She waited for him to say it with bated breath. And then the trapdoor was pulled open with a creak, and Hermione half jumped out of her skin, Draco’s arm whipping away from her and back to his side. She took a quick step-shuffle away from him, heart pounding in her chest like a herd of frightened unicorns.