They had worked together three times now, him and the Weasel. The mission at Hogwarts, one yesterday, and again today. This one and the one before it had been nothing major; no fighting, just surveillance, reconnaissance. Draco had swallowed his pride and asked Potter to let him go along just so that he could get out of the house and away from Hermione. It hurt to be around her. He kept looking at her and wondering how in the hell being with her wasn’t going to end up tearing his heart out of his chest, and breaking hers.