Hey! I know some of the speech is the same as in hbp, but it needs to, to flow with the story, so just go with it. Any thoughts or ideas would be appreciated! Enjoy!


"You put Malfoy in the hospital wing?" Hermione could not believe what Harry was recounting to her.

"Yeah, by accident. And I do not think he's staying there."

"You don't think? Well go and check!" Yeah, that'd go down a treat.

"What, hey Malfoy, sorry for nearly doing away with you, thought I would come visit!" He said sarcastically, obviously not agreeing with Hermione's idea.

"With the cloak, you blunder-head!" She sighed, shaking her head. "Gosh, do I have to do everything for you?" Harry sighed, knowing Hermione would get her way in the end. He rushed up to his dorm to collect the cloak before hurrying to the hospital wing, cursing Hermione for being right.

Malfoy sat on the edge of the bed, and ran a hand through his platinum locks. How had Potter known that spell? It certainly wasn't taught in Hogwarts, and if it was in the library, it would be in the restricted section. Professor Snape said that the curse could have been fatal. Perhaps he could use it for his task? No. If Saint Potter knew the spell, he was sure Dumbledore would know how to stop him. He would just have to Avada the old man. He didn't want to. He had to though, or he'd kill him. He'd probably kill his mother, too, and he couldn't let that happen. His mother was the only person in the world he was confident that he truly loved.

His train of thought was interrupted by a rustling behind the curtains. He could see curtains moving, so somebody was obviously there, yet he could see nobody.

"Reveal yourself." When nobody did, Draco reached out, and grabbed something. There was nothing there, yet he was grabbing at something. He pulled the material beneath his hands, and was astounded to find that it was some sort of invisibility cloak, and when he removed it, Potter was revealed. "Potter?"

"I... uh, Hermione said I should check if you were still here?" He asked,more than said.

"Oh. Feeling guilty after nearly killing me?" He asked caustically, but quietly, so as not to alert Madame Pomfrey.

"I didn't do it on purpose. I didn't know what the spell did."

"I could get you expelled, you know." Potter nodded.

"Just like I could get you expelled when I find the evidence to prove you poisoned Katie." Draco groaned in frustration.

"I didn't mean for Katie to get hurt!" Draco realized what he had said as soon as the words left his mouth.

"So you admit it!" Potter looked absolutely gleeful that he'd gained a confession from the blonde boy.

"If you tell anyone, I'll tell them that you tried to kill me. Snape said it could've been fatal you know." Draco allowed himself to sit back onto the bed, picking up a magazine and flicking through, knowing he was winning the dispute.

"Well, like I said, Ferret, I didn't know what it did."

"So you used it anyway, real intelligent, Potter. Make sure you use those brains whilst killing you-know-who." He lifted the cloak, interested for only a moment before tossing it aside, bored. "By the way, are you going to go soon, Pomfrey will be back soon, and I don't want her thinking I'm friends with the likes of you."

"Don't worry, I'm going." Potter retrieved his cloak, throwing it over himself before leaving in a huff. Draco sighed, lying down and attempting to get some sleep. When he finally did, it was filled with images of Voldemort and Dumbledore and Snape. Draco hadn't had a proper night's sleep in weeks, since he had been set his task.

"I thought you could start," Snape started, "With boxes one thousand and twelve to one thousand and fifty-six. You will find some familiar names in there, which should add interest to the task. Here you see..." Snape pulled out a small card from one of the boxes and read aloud, "James Potter and Sirius Black. Apprehended using an illegal hex upon Bertram Aubrey. Aubrey's head twice normal size. Double detention." Snape sneered. "It must be such a comfort to think that, though they are gone, a record of their great achievement remains..."

Harry began the tedious work, copying out the scrawled writing. He was not surprised to find that Sirius' and James' names appeared much more than Remus' and Peter's. It was a shame that he would be missing the quidditch match. Ginny would be upset that he was missing it. He had put off the thought of asking out Ginny. He was confused by what Ron had said. He thought his friend would be more upset at the prospect of him asking out his sister. He had told him to only ask her out if he was sure he liked her. Harry wasn't entirely sure whether he liked the red head or not, so he decided to put it off, though maybe he should talk to Ginny about it.

"We won!" was the first thing he heard upon entering the common room. "We won! Four hundred and fifty to a hundred and forty! We won!" Harry looked around, grinning. He was glad that Gryffindor had won, they needed it if they wanted to win the cup. When he saw Ginny, she was running over to him, a hard look in her eyes. She pressed her lips to his and grabbed his face. In the shock of the moment, Harry could do nothing but stand, staring at the red headed girl in front of him. When she pulled away, she was blushing slightly and cheers and clapping broke out from all around the room. Harry glanced at Ron, afraid of what his best friend's reaction would be. He just gave a little jerk of his head, which he took to mean, "Well - if you must". Harry realized, as Ginny kissed him again, he felt nothing. He couldn't exactly tell her that now though, could he, in front of everybody. Harry decided he'd have to talk to Ginny later, after the party had calmed down a little.