I sit on the train with Dean Thomas, one of my best friends, and his girlfriend, Ginny Weasley. It's Dean and I's sixth year, but to be honest I kind of want to leave now, I've simply had enough. Seamus Finnigan enters the carriage.

"Been looking for you lot everywhere." He says, with his Irish tongue.

"Well we didn't go far." Dean replies.

Seamus takes a seat next to Dean and opposite me, he smiles.

"You're looking good this year, Jas."

This is me, Jas, Jasmine Gold. Like I said, Hogwarts, Sixth Year. 5'3, brown hair, green eyes, pure-blood, Slytherin.

"Shame your green robes ruin you." He says.

He's only joking of course, we're friends, to be honest I'm friends with most of the Gryffindors, and Slytherins, some Ravenclaws and maybe a couple of Hufflepuffs. Unlike most of the Slytherins, I'm not hated by anyone, well apart from one person, Draco Malfoy, but he's a total dick and his father's a death eater, so I really don't care.

Hogwarts slowly comes into view and the Scarlett train come to a stop. Dean, Seamus, Ginny and I all get off quickly and make it to a carriage before other people do.

I see, Ron and Hermione, friends. They usually have a third member but currently the whereabouts of him is unknown. The two get on a carriage a couple away from ours.

Slowly, we ride up to the castle, and get off again.

"Does anyone else feel a little on edge?" Dean asks as we walk up to the gate, linking arms with Ginny.

"It seems like something's going on, might be to do with You-Know-Who." Seamus whispers as we all approach Professor Flitwick.

"Names please," He says looking up at the four of us.

"Sir?" I say back, "You know us."

He just looks at us again and then over to the luggage and back to us, "Name?"

The four of us individually speak our names, before heading inside the castle.

"You're right, Seamus, it's You-Know-You, something's going on." I say, and Seamus nods.

The annoying thing about getting to the great hall is that I have to sit with the Slytherins, don't get me wrong some of them are great fun, others are just... I don't even know what to say.

As I part from my two favourite boys (and Ginny, I'm not forgetting Ginny) and I am greeted by another, Blaise Zabini.

"Jasmine! What up my sweet?" He stands to hug me before I take a seat next to him. "How's the Gryffindors? How are you? Good journey?"

"Good, Good, and yes," I say and he smiles.

Pansy Parkinson, turns around also and gives me a slight smile, before talking to someone else.

"Dunno where Draco is, thinks she's worring though."

Oh yeah, Pansy is Draco's, 'Girlfriend', but I'd probably say more like, bitch, because Draco only wants her when he's angry or just wants sex in general, a contributing factor to why he's a dick.

Speaking of the dick, here he is.

Draco sits down on the bench, avoiding my eyes, strange; he usually says a sarcastic comment every time we meet. But never mind, foods on the table and I'm starving.

Dumbledore's just said something about Voldemort or 'Tom Riddle', people look a little freaked out, especially the first years.

"Coming common room?" Blaise asks, Dumbledore has told us to go to bed.

I get up from my seat, "In a minute, I'm going to the Gryffindors." And with that, I'm off to their table, a lot of them have already left but the people I want to speak to are still there.

"Oh, Jas, hey," Ginny greets me first and the rest turn around.

Harry's face is covered in blood, "What happened to you?" I ask.

"Long story." He says.

I nod, "So, about what Dumbledore just said, I assume you have to do something."

"Of course, it's only natural, when trouble brews, Harry is there. And there definitely is trouble, not just Voldemort."

"What?" I'm puzzled.

Harry looks over at Ron and Hermione, and Hermione sighs, "Harry thinks Draco is a death eater."

"Seriously?" I look at Harry.

"I know it's crazy isn't it." Ron pipes up.

"No." I say. They all look at me. "His dads a death eater, a loyal follower, also, Malfoy's acting different, distant from everyone, he hardly spoke a word during dinner."

"Not even Pansy?" Ron asks.

"Not even Pansy." I reply

"He's got to be then, you can tell." Harry says looking down at his plate.

Ron shakes his head, "This doesn't prove a thing, maybe he's just going through a rough patch in his relationship, or maybe its teen drama of some sort."

"Or maybe he's a death eater," Harry looks at up at Ron and says.

"Okay, but how do we prove that, even to ourselves, we don't really know for certain, someone needs to see it." Her voice goes quiet, "The mark."

We are all silent for a moment, until I have a brilliant, but terrible idea.

"I'll do it." They look at me, "I'm a Slytherin, he's a Slytherin, I'll get know him, more than I do already, gain his trust?"

"One slight fault, he hates you." Ron says.

"No, it could work." Hermione says, "Harry?"

Harry sits there for a moment, thinking about it, "I guess you could try, if you're up for it?"

I smile a cocky smile, "I'll see you guys in the morning." I say before heading to the dungeons.

I step into the common room, it's almost completely deserted apart from the couple in the corner and... Him, alone at a desk.

I walk towards him, not entirely sure on what I'm about to say, " Malfoy." That's it, that's all I go for, he turns around.

"Gold? What do you want?" He questions me, there's a slight look of suspicion on his face but he mostly looks like he doesn't care.

"It might sound crazy, but I saw that you weren't particularly happy earlier, so I-"

"Came to talk to me about it?" He cuts me off, "I don't need to talk to anyone, especially not you."

Why is he like this all the time?! "You don't have to be a dick you know, I'm being nice to you, I can tell something's up, I'm not stupid."

He gets up from the chair and I feel slightly intimidated as he towers over me, "You can tell? Please, you can't tell shit, and even if there was something up, I'm not sure why I would you. I mean, there are a lot of none backstabbing Slytherins that I could talk to... if I wanted."

That takes me back, first year, Draco explained to me why I'm not a 'true Slytherin' and from that moment, hated me, it was the Gryffindors.

"Okay, I get it. But you do realise, that a lot of the Slytherins are actually quiet friendly with Gryffindors." I say, as though he's going to care.

"There is 'quite friendly' with the Gryffindors, and then there's you." He spits the 'You', before pushing past me and walking away to his dorm room.

It seems my task is going to be harder than I thought.