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Draco had spoken to Potter a while back, and Harry mentioned a secret. Something horrible and evil. One that's unspeakable and unforgiveable. Worse than Voldemort himself.

He steeled himself, and asked the Bar for some.

There was a note on a napkin, "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes, just give them already." He scooped up the materials. If you listened closely, you could almost hear the distant voices of cackling evil laughter, and piercingly shrill squees of delight.

He carefully placed them on a table, and ordered a drink. Just from what Harry had said before, he knew he would need it.

Mr. Malfoy was learning about the evil that is HP fandom. (Though luckily, he's being spared the truly mind numbingly worse of the lot, because that's too much for most muns, much less the pup.)

Shortly into reading, there's a loud cry, "URRRGHHHH! I don't even LIKE HIM! And WHY AM I PREGNANT??"

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"Of course." He was still a bit nervous, though he should have enough Polyjuice potion. Just in case.

There was a brief chill thinking of how risky it could be for them.

The nervousness shows.

She runs her thumb over his hand, again trying to be comforting.

Draco half closed his eyes, trying to just focus on her, and calm down. Remembering his meditation exercises.

After a few minutes, he thickly replied, "Was just remembering. It'll be dangerous in some areas. Some of the shops had closed in Diagon Alley, and Knockturn Alley could be a good idea, or very bad. They might not expect me to head to a place notable for Dark magic shops."

He then asked, "You said you know offensive and defensive spells? I think even more than the sparring we should test that."

She blinks a little.

"You've already seen me use them, in a way. Or at least samples of the main ones I know. I put a type of shield spell on the table and got rid of those stories with a smaller version of my Flame Bomb spell. Fire and ice are my strengths. But if you intend to go to my world on a trip sometime, it would still be a good idea for me to see how well you can use a sword in the event that we encounter something impervious to magic."

"Well, yes. But you haven't had to defend yourself from magic from my world. Like hexes and curses. Stunning spells, trip jinxes, or the Unforgivables." Not that he'd want to use anything like that on her, even in practice.

He sighed, "We might have to do something even worse in that regard." Remembering someone else who was good in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Good enough to teach even.

"We might have to ask for Harry to help." He muttered, cringing to have to admit it.

She nods.

"I understand. I may have seen my share of battle, but that has been done in my world. It certainly wouldn't hurt. I don't mind working on that, but after our trip to your world, we need to work on your swordplay."

She even giggles a little as he cringes.

"Come on, now, Harry isn't bad."

And Draco already owes Harry, otherwise Mia might not be sitting next to the git right now.

Oh Draco knows it, which likely means he'll be roped into Team Stop Voldemort.

"Of course, we'll do that. I just want to make sure you'll be all right. They won't hesitate to come after you. Especially if they suspect you're not a pureblood witch. They're as bad to Mudblo...Muggle-borns and blood traitors as they are to Muggles themselves. And anybody with blood like giant, Veela or others? It's just as bad. I remember how they were even before the Dark Lord was reborn, during the Quidditch Cup. Setting fires, turning muggles upside down so you could see their pants and knickers." Brief chuckle escaped him at that. The memory remained laced with humor for him slightly.

Mia isn't laughing.

In fact, she's looking at him with a distinct look asking him why he is.

Draco sobered quickly, "Sorry, I was a bit younger then, and it seemed funny at the time." Still did mildly it seems.

"Just as I'm sure people thought you being turned into a ferret was funny."

Draco winced.

Some bitter anger at that memory.

"

...yes they did.

"It's always easier to see the injustice when you are the one that is wronged."

She keeps rubbing her thumb against his hand.

"Hopefully, it won't take much work before I'm ready. I do have the experience of a war, after all."

"And when you don't care for people, or see most as below yourself," He quietly admitted, though the contact helped his mood.

"Of course, it's just I thought it might be best to be prepared. Before we get surprised by someone. If they know it's me, well, at this point, I'm not sure who would be worse. Though the Ministry doesn't have control of the dementors anymore."

Ah yes, dementors.

"They're the ones that are like that cursed song I suffered from, correct? I should find a way to defend myself from them."

She didn't really have anything for the last time.

Draco nodded, "Make you think you'll never be happy again, yes. And I told you how, or what we use. The Patronum charm. Do you have any spells that can be pure happiness?"

She thinks for a moment and then sadly shakes her head.

"All I can think of is the way Luna can do such things with her songs. I can't do anything like that. It looks like I will have to learn how to use the Patronus charm."

"All right then. My Patronus is better nowadays, though not sure how well it would be with a group of them." And with the amount of bad memories between them both, they'd be highly vulnerable otherwise.

Not to mention a lot of Mia's good memories are tinted with sadness.

But she can remember truly good things.

"And since I've never cast one before, we can't even say how good mine would be. That would probably be the best thing for me to practice."

"All right then. It'll be hard. We don't even learn it until our last years. It's a very advanced spell." Snape gave him hell for not paying attention to lessons for it in that fateful sixth year. He didn't realize why at the time.

"It's a good idea for me to learn it even if I wasn't going to your world."

A small, rueful smile.

"I certainly could have used it when I went to Halloweentown. I'm sorry, but if Halloween is much like my time there, then I'm afraid I don't care too much for the holiday."

Draco frowned at that, "Rather sorry to hear that. Halloween's one of our biggest holidays. Lots of treats then, and foods. There would always be a large feast in the Great Hall at school then, and all these decorations everywhere."

He then brightened, "You'll have to see my world around Halloween sometime. You might like the holiday then."

"Maybe I would. Even Halloweentown was an odd case, to be honest. Overrun by nightmares."

The rueful smile is still on her face.

"Some help I was clearing them out. The last thing I remember clearly after the nightmares got to me was reaching out for someone's hand, not even sure who's."

It's probably a good thing that she doesn't know it was a living skeleton.

"After that, I vaguely remember being carried back to Milliways, where I suppose I was on that sofa until Will found me."

Draco held her, "How could you have known what would happened there? You're not a Seer. It was just bad luck, though good you made it back here. ...And that Will was able to help you." Reluctantly admitting that Will saved her life, because Draco never would have met her otherwise.

Mia gently presses herself to him.

"I suppose you're right, though I had some idea what I was getting into. I just wanted to help them."

"Some people are beyond help, or just don't want it. What then?"