Hidden Wings - Part I

Harry's vision

Mioha didn't get a chance to talk to Draco until the day after their Astronomy exam.
The morning after, she managed to pull him into an empty corner before breakfast, glancing over her shoulder to make sure no one was around.
Especially not Professor Umbridge.

"What is it?", asked Draco annoyed, holding in his hands his notes for the History of Magic exam.

"I wanted to thank you for your help ", said Mioha quietly. "I think I really would have done something regrettable if you hadn't stopped me."

Draco returned her gaze coolly.
"Don't mention it", he said blandly. "It would have been really stupid to let the Ministry know what you are. As if it is not enough that the Dark Lord already knows."

Mioha shifted her weight, not really knowing what to say.
"How did you know where I was?", she asked.

"Snape told me to tell McGonagall about Umbridge storming the oaf-...Hagrid's hut", said Draco simply, correcting himself when Mioha's eyebrow shot up.

"I guess you arrived just in time then", said Mioha and smiled bitterly.

Draco watched her carefully.
"Don't even think about it", he said suddenly.

"About what?"

"Sneaking into St. Mungo's to heal Professor McGonagall."

Mioha narrowed her eyes at him. Damn, he was good.
"And why would I let you stop me?", she asked, her voice dropping dangerously low.

"Umbridge has every exit monitored", Draco warned her. "It's already dangerous enough you portkey with Orlai around the world almost every night."

"But Professor McGonagall isn't that young anymore!", said Mioha, feeling annoyed. "What if-"

"Healers may not have the powers you have", said Draco in a low tone of voice. "But they are still competent to heal someone who has been hurt like McGonagall."
He looked at her sharply.
"She'll be fine."

Mioha didn't have a chance to answer to that because she smelled Professor Umbridge coming.
She hurriedly stepped out of the corner and walked away, the toad passing her while shooting her a suspicious look.

Their final exam, History of Magic, was to take place that afternoon.
Mioha would very much have liked to go back to bed after breakfast, but she had been counting on lunchtime for a bit of last-minute revision, so instead she sat with her head in her hands by the green common-room window, trying hard not to doze off as she read through some of her three-and-a-half-feet-high stack of notes.

The fifth-years entered the Great Hall at two o'clock and took their places in front of their face-down examination papers. Mioha felt exhausted from worrying about Professor McGonagall the past two nights. She just wanted this to be over, so that she could go and sleep.