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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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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?"

"That doesn't mean we shouldn't try."

"Shouldn't risk your own life in the process," Draco countered. "Not like that."

Right, like you onetime did, Malfoy?

"Then what is worth risking your life for?"

Well, trapped there.

He then studied her, and nuzzled her again.

"The people we love of course."

She smiled a little and nuzzled back before continuing.

"Some don't have the strength to defend the people they love by themselves, so they ask for help."

There's a touch of sadness in her eyes, though she is still smiling.

"Do you know who asked for help to save Halloweentown from the nightmares? Three children. They didn't look like they should be old enough to defend themselves, much less their home. It would not have rested well on my conscience if I didn't try to help them, poor as my attempt turned out to be."

"I suppose, but you should be more careful."

Nothing but smiling now.

"You say the same thing when toy dragons bite my fingers."

Draco cleared his throat nervously, "Well you should... I know it's hardly the same. Look, you don't have do things by yourself now at any rate. Around here I mean. I know back home you also have your friends there. Not that you don't have ones here... oh Merlin's beard." He was digging himself a hole, and he knew it. So he just shut up, and held her.