A/N: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the books, movies, or etc. Also, this takes place in Harry's third year (Prisoner of Azkaban), just to clarify since I hate people not doing that with me when I read sometimes. Not my first fic, I have a much older account on this site from years ago that I wrote for. But, as such, it's full of embarrassing stories I wish to disappear or not be related to. So, I'm christening a new account with Drarry. Mmmm. Expect more Harry Potter fics from me in the future; there are a number of pairings I want to write for.

Also, as another note, I've never been good at thinking up titles for things, so my apologizes for the lame title name. The actual M rated chapters will come shortly, please be patient and enjoy storyline. This idea for this fic was actually an old fic I tried to write up long ago that I found. I took the idea of the beginning of it and rolled along with it. It differs a LOT from its original idea (Never finished, at that, either.). Never the less, I had fun writing it. Please enjoy and review, I would love that.


It was mostly a disappointing day, to say the least. That is, until Pansy Parkinson had brought up a rumor suddenly at supper time while they were all gathered in the Grand Hall. Draco Malfoy, for one, was not really paying attention to her rambles throughout the meal until the name 'Potter', of course, came up in their discussions.

"I've heard from someone in Gryffindor tower that Potter has an invisible cloak." She smirked widely, attracting the interest of several Slytherin students to her. She always liked the attention, the bloody whore. "He said it was real, though he's never seen it up close. But he swears he saw scarhead open it up as a gift for one Christmas."

At this bit, Pansy's head tilted towards Draco as she smiled sweetly to him, as if hoping that by learning this bit of rubbish (Draco obviously believed it to be just stupid) it would impress the Malfoy. "What do you think about it, Dracie?"

"Do not bloody call me that again." He growled at her, grey eyes narrowing as he turned his attention away from her and back onto his plate. "And Potter would be the last person to receive that, seeing as how he's a wittle wonewy orpahn. I doubt anyone, even if they were fans of the git being able to boast about getting a scar on his head and be famous, would still waste their time or money in bothering to send him /anything/. Besides, Dumbletwat wouldn't even allow a student to possess something like that." Definitely not before a Malfoy, anyways. Simply unfair. Father would have to hear about this at once if he learned it to be true...Wait a minute, he was NOT believing this stupid little gossip. It simply could not be true. That would make it too easy for Potter to...

"Yeah, but...Just imagine what he could do with that thing." Pansy blushed slightly to herself, ignoring the comment about Dracie not wanting to be called by the cute nickname she had made up for him. "I mean, he could literally go anywhere under it and not be noticed! Unless he was loud or something..." She shivered a bit, her already sickening face (To Draco at least it was sickening) turning a bit pale and disgusted. "I'll hex him into bits if I find out he was in the Slytherin girls' dormitory..."

The blonde couldn't help but to snort. "Yeah, right. Even though Potter is desperate...Even he would not stoop so low to see you worthless lot. He would probably spy on Professor McGonagall before he even thought about the girl dormitories in Slytherin of all things. He would obviously hit his own house before then. Besides, all you girls do is pillow fight; it isn't like it's worth seeing."

Pansy pouted.

"And furthermore, you should be ashamed to be called a Slytherin in the first place for believing such a mediocre rumor. It's obviously made up wither that Gryffindor swears his life on it all day or not. Since when did you start believing in any of those twats' words anyways?"

At this, the girl got a bit mad, a blush covering her face from embarrassment and being picked apart by the other boy infront of everyone at their table. Every day he did this and no one cared. She was honestly getting a bit sick of it. But then again, she liked Draco too much to just simply stay mad at him forever or storm off. But she would sure as hell defend herself. "Well, it's good to have informants or know what's going on, isn't there? I'm sure even you have your spies." She snapped softly, though, not as hard as she wanted to or should've.

"I'm leaving." The blonde put, as if he hadn't even heard the girl speak back to him, and stood up from the table to walk off and leave the Great Hall and the ramble of the students behind him. However, as he crossed the hall he couldn't help the fleeting glance he took over to the Gryffindor table.

Potter was just speaking to the mudblood and weasel, laughing as he crammed his face with food. Disgusting. Well, Draco rather thought that all three of them were more disgusting than the actual act of Potter shoving food in his face but it was still quite disgusting itself.

Right. As if that imbecile could even own such a thing.

Making his way to the grand staircases, Malfoy then followed his way down along the steps almost gracefully in how he knew every step, soon finding himself at the slip in the wall that led to the entrance of their Slytherin common room. After hissing the password out under his breath (Not that he knew Parsel-tongue, heavens no. But this was usual for their passwords so you were forced to learn the words in this way.) and the iron door opened, he made his way in. Passing the common room (it was empty seeing as how everyone was at the feast for the night anyways) Draco by-passed the usual entry down further into the Slytherin boy dormitories.

It was nice having a actual useful father who -through his positions, connections, and wealth- could actually be worthwhile and help get you your own private bedchamber. And a very nice one at that with a huge four-poster hand-carved wooden bed. It had silken silver and green sheets and was of course draped in Slytherin curtains along the four posts, drawn back and everything neat and prim about his room. He had expensive dark wooden furniture around the room and even his own bathroom. Yes, it was nice being the son of a rich father. Not that Potter would know that pleasure.

His eyebrows furrowed together. Potter. What if he really did have that ridiculous invisibility cloak? He pulled off his cloak, draping it along the back of a chair beside his desk and loosened his tie. He honestly shouldn't even be giving second thoughts to this rumor but he couldn't help but be intrigued by it all. Imagine what you could do with a useful tool like that...

He tossed his tie onto the back of the chair before moving to his bed to unlace his formal shoes. Everything about him was quite formal and it would be a horrific day indeed if any of these tidbits about him were set astray.

He should demand that father send him an invisibility cloak of his own, now that he thought about it. It had never crossed his mind before. He could get away with a lot more-. He stopped. Pansy was right in that he could be sneaking around anywhere. With something like that in your hands...Who knew where you could go? It infuriated him to think that Potter was actually getting away with so much. He could be getting in trouble and restricted like a normal student. But noooo. He supposed that the horrid boy thought he was superior cause he was some kind of 'hero' or something? Ridiculous.

He turned to set his shoes aside, leaving on his socks, and made his way back across the room to his desk to sit down. He had a bit of work to finish up on from the day's classes. It was simple enough, a small essay that was about it. He had the night free and was planning on going to bed afterwards.

That wasn't the way it exactly worked out, however. A simple essay started to turn into something more tedious as his thoughts continued to drift back to Potter and his cloak. This was absurd! It was starting to actually BOTHER him.

The blonde sighed frustratedly as he shoved the papers and quill aside, bringing an arm to rest up on the desk as he rubbed one of his temples. He just simply needed to know...Perhaps if he could find out, see or hear actual (and veritable proof, unlike Pansy's. Who knows where she gets her 'sources' from. Probably not reliable.) proof that would set his mind to ease. If Potter didn't have the cloak then no loss. If he did then...

Ugh. He found himself even more bothered. If he did then he knew something ugly like jealousy would rear its foul head in him. And he was MOST CERTAINLY NOT jealous of POTTER of all things.

Moving to stand again, he made his way over to his closet, changing for bed and choosing to ignore his thoughts so that he could sleep.


The morning soon came and he rose at the exact same time he always did during the week for lessons (And during weekends, as well.), went to shower, dressed, styled his hair, and once he was spotless and prim to his standards he picked up his bag and headed out of his chamber. Blaise Zabini, probably his closest 'friend' out of all of the annoying Slytherins, was sitting on a silver and green squishy armchair reading a book. When he heard the door to Malfoy's room open up down the hall he gathered to his feet, sitting the book aside, and grinned to the blonde. "Morning."

"Morning." Draco muttered, walking by as Blaise followed him, heading to the exit of the Slytherin common room and back into the dungeons of the lowest part of the Grand Staircase. Not much was said between the two boys but that was how Malfoy liked it and Blaise was the only one who seemed to understand this. Even Goyle and Crabbe, his helpful Slytherin comrades, were still so pointlessly stupid it was hardly worth pointing it out to them anymore or even trying. Pansy was just utterly horrible in general from her shrieks of laughter (Though Draco eagerly provoked it out of her around the Golden Trio without hesitation.), constant goggling at him (Draco) which unnerved him, and annoying babble. The rest of the Slytherin girls were the same except a few were more decent looking. A few other Slytherin boys had their uses, like being 'friends' with the Slytherin Prefects for instance... As well as for when he wanted information here and there...

Other than that, Blaise, out of all of them, was legitimately the ONLY really most useful out of all of them. He wasn't exactly close to him but it wouldn't be a far toss off to say they were actual 'friends' unlike the rest of the Slytherins.

He made his way to the Slytherin table, taking his usual seat with Blaise sitting on one side of him and keeping quiet still. They began to help themselves to breakfast but were interrupted by Pansy heading over to them. Draco merely rolled his eyes and tried to ignore her as she walked over, a look on her face. She was probably upset about what he had said yesterday. She was ALWAYS upset. Girls.

"Hey Dracie~" She tried to put cheerfully, sitting down next to him.

At this Draco stood, only taking a piece of toast with him, standing, and leaving the table. Pansy watched him leave and then threw a small fit at the table. Only a few other Slytherin girls actually cared or bothered to offer a word or two to calm her down. If anything it was to quit her from exploding on them or being miserable. It was annoying and they saw it a lot with her being so infatuated with Malfoy constantly.

"Maybe if you didn't call him 'Dracie' he'd actually take you more seriously or care to listen." Blaise put as he took a bite of his eggs in a basket, not even glancing up and half expecting it all.

The girl huffed, tears pricking the corners of her eyes but she didn't say anything. Just pouted.


Draco settled himself on a bench outside on the school grounds, drawing his cloak closer to himself in the cold weather, able to see his breath infront of him. It was chilly and it had apparently snowed last night. The holidays were drawing closer and soon everybody, including himself, would soon leave. He figured Potter would stay behind, however, due to-. He scowled and refused to think more on the subject. Potter did not even deserve to be on his mind as much as he had been these past two days. It was almost insulting how much just THINKING about Potter was disturbing him this much. He cursed under his breath, shivering a bit.

Even though he was cold, he still very much enjoyed it outside in the snow. Well, rather, winter. Winter was quite a nice season and he found it rather beautiful. The crisp air felt better than sharing his air with all of those mudbloods and Merlin-knows-what-else that was bound to be in that Grand Hall.

He enjoyed what time he had spent alone out in the grounds before he heard the snow crunching under feet not too far away and talking. His eyes narrowed as he looked up from the white ground infront him and to the approaching group. Unsurprisingly, it was the Golden Trio. Oh boy, what amazing luck! (Sarcasm just oozes from his thoughts, doesn't it?) His eyes fixed upon a harsh stare on the three.

They, of course, seemed to have noticed him as well. It was Ron and Hermione leading the group though, Harry actually following up behind and listening to them have another small argument. The mudblood was rambling on about how much workload she has had lately and the fact that she's managed to finish ALL of her classes' work yet Ron hadn't even finished one of his essays.

"Bugger off Hermione, you aren't my mother."

Hermione scowled and opened her mouth to retort but noticed Ron's attention had turned elsewhere. Straight ahead.

Ron glared at Draco, seeming in a foul mood himself and probably wanting to take it out on the prissy, stuck-up boy sitting by himself on a bench.

"Wow, you actually don't have your cronies with you 24/7. That's surprising." He scoffed.

Malfoy narrowed his eyes but didn't get up from his bench. "Oh, and look, it seems as Weasley can't shake his own mindless buffoons off either. Attached at the hip, are we?" He put, not really caring or rounding up his best insults to spit out. He wasn't worth the time right now. But he was a little pissed at his silence being interrupted, either way. If it wasn't Pansy, other shrieking girls, that booming oaf Hagrid, or anyone else...Then of COURSE it had to be these three gits.

Ron glared more, Hermione looking nervously to the red head. She obviously didn't want a fight to break out. Always a worry-wart when it came to rules... "Yeah, whatever." She breathed a sigh of relief when Ron seemed to not pick a fight, for once.

Harry had come up behind them, merely staring around. He seemed kinda out of it. Perhaps tired? Not that Malfoy honestly cared but Potter just blankly looking at him was kind of annoying him more than he was already annoyed at the moment.

"I don't want your autograph Potter so quit staring at me and obviously begging to hand me one." He spat, still prodding at the dark-haired boy after the whole Lockhart incident in their second year.

At this, Harry's emerald eyes changed and narrowed, fixing upon Malfoy. "Oops, looks like I was mistaken, I guess we should leave you two." His voice dripped with sarcasm but turned around, starting to head off.

Draco fumed but didn't say anything, hearing Weasley's laugh though. Hearing the git's laughter raked at his nerves. He wanted to punch the ginger for just having to unfortunately force Malfoy's ears to listen to his annoying laughter alone but remained seating. "Sod off." He huffed and waited for the three to leave.

Ron seemed to want to retort and actually perhaps start up a fight this time but Hermione tugged and pulled at her schoolmate's cloak and away so he wouldn't be tempted to. Harry of course wasn't looking for a fight and felt victorious with his last words, especially without Draco seeming to be able to come up with some clever comeback, and continued off.

Eventually Malfoy stood, knowing he needed to head to his classes for the day. Next time he chose to take a stroll outside he'd have to really remember to bring his scarf next time, shivering hard on the way inside into the warmer building. Not too much warmer, of course, seeing as how it was a bloody castle and retained heat as well as a telephone antenna did but at least it shielded away from the snow and the wind. And fireplaces were quite nice as well. Luckily every class today had a nice, warm crackling fire hissing from the fireplace to warm up their classrooms. And he was also thankful for the fact that he didn't have to see Potter's face for the rest of the day, seeing as how they shared no classes today.


That didn't help though seeing as how he still couldn't get Potter off of his mind. The invisibility cloak was still riding his thoughts wherever he went. It must've been obvious on his face too, because Blaise seemed to notice that it was bothering the blonde while they sat together in the Slytherin common room that night.

"Well, you seem bothered about something." Blaise spoke up casually while looking down at the book infront of him, an arm resting on the arm of the couch as he leaned his chin on the back of his hand. He didn't even make eye contact with the other boy but could feel Draco's eyes on him. More than likely narrowed.

"I shouldn't be." He huffed, shifting in his chair to lean back and bring his legs up to rest on a footstool.

"Mind elaborating?"

There weren't really hardly any students in the room. Just one or two first years that were busy on their homework, hardly paying attention to Draco or Blaise. If anything, the three Slytherin girls up by the fireplace giggling over some notes or something were proving more of a distraction than anything else in the room did. They more than likely wouldn't be overheard or even cared too much about, though, Draco's pride was also an issue as to why he couldn't just OPENLY talk about Potter actually bothering him. Well, it wasn't really him, was it? Just the fact that he had the invisibility cloak. If anything, the cloak was the problem. That made him feel a bit better, trying to think about it in that way.

"Not here."

He was still a bit paranoid of talking about it anyways though.

Blaise stood up, starting to leave the Slytherin common room with a smile. "A walk then?"


It wasn't too late at all for a walk. The sun was just setting. The dementors, however, were a bit unsettling but they were at the very edge of Hogwarts ' grounds, seeing as how Dumbledore threw such fits over them. So they kept their walk close to the school but were at least able to enjoy a little moonlight and starry-night stroll outside as the sun began to set.

Draco drew his silver and green scarf, which he remembered to bring this time, closer to his neck and gave a small shiver. It was still bloody cold, especially without the sun to warm him as they walked.

"Well?" Blaise put patiently as they walked at a nice, relaxed pace.

"That rumor Pansy blabbered on about yesterday." He narrowed his eyes more on the ground infront of them as they walked. "It bothers me that Potter might actually have something like that in his possession."

Blaise was quiet for a few moments, looking to Draco and then back ahead to the small path they were walking along. He actually did know for a fact that Potter had that cloak in his possession. He was well-informed himself and had ways of getting to know what was going on. It helped when you were casual friends with Jordan Lee of the Gryffindors. Granted, Lee wasn't very fond of him at first, seeing as how their houses fought like cats and dogs, but he warmed up to him pretty easily. Lee was a bit stupid, granted, but he was an amazing addition to have. He told him about things the Twins were up to (Not all of them, of course, but quite a bit. He bought some things from the three of them that further increased Lee's liking of Zabini) and other things.

But, the point was that Blaise knew quite a few things going on over the fence of their neighbors' yards and especially a good peek into Gryffindors'. He heard from Lee who, obviously good friends with the Weasley family who was close to Potter, that he got his hands on a invisibility cloak during their first Christmas at Hogwarts. Lee had no real reason to lie to Blaise at this point and was actually kind of excited about it and the possibilities it opened up to have Potter and his cloak on their side. They could probably smuggle loads of things into the building now. Blaise merely laughed at it all but knew that it would bother Draco horribly.

Draco's eyes turned onto Blaise, who was being too quiet now. "Well?" He asked in a mocking tone of what Blaise had done to him earlier to drag out the words to form what was bothering him.

It was then that Blaise seemed surprised and motioned Malfoy to be quiet. He pointed to the footprints in the snow and the fact hat they led right to Hagrid's cabin. Three pairs of footprints, that is. And the lights were on and people were moving around inside.

Malfoy's eagerness to get the Golden Trio in trouble immediately made him forget the conversation and bound off towards Hagrid's cabin. Of course, stepping in the snow that had already been stepped in, as to not rouse attention. Blaise followed suit.

They arrived at Hagrid's cabin and stood up on their tip-toes to peer into one of the windows. The curtains were drawn over them but not too extremely well. They could see through a slit in the curtains and onto Harry, Ron, and Hermione talking to Hagrid with cups of tea in their hands and untouched rock cakes in the middle. God those things looked horrid and Malfoy could feel himself getting sick looking at them or the fact that the oaf actually tried his hand at baking. He obviously should never try it again.

They could hear the group talking about many things but didn't catch some of it. Only major bits and pieces. Mostly stuff that didn't really matter. In fact, it was so boring Draco almost had second thoughts of standing out in the cold to listen to them. He shivered, glaring through the window as he listened. Bloody hell get on with it. Offer something that's actually usable as blackmail or anything. No shut up about your ridiculous 'charming' creatures you fat oaf...Oh there is something interesting.

Malfoy strained to listen through the window, as did Blaise, to what they were talking about. And then Draco's steel gray eyes shot up in surprise at hearing that...

Potter actually had a cloak?

They had gone on about visiting Hagrid and Hagrid insisted that the pair not get caught. They assured him they'd come under the 'invisibility cloak' next time and not as often. It seemed to lesson the larger man's worries a bit, though, he still got onto them and wanted them to focus more on school work and everything else. Especially with the dementors around and how they were effecting Harry.

Malfoy had heard enough, leaning down and out of reach of the window to turn to Blaise with a glare. "So he did have one."

"Yes, it seems so." It wasn't like he lied to Draco and felt bad for not telling the other boy. He would've told him had they not stumbled across this. Either way, better to keep it secret still for awhile longer. As Slytherins are known for, they did look out for their own necks. Zabini was just looking out for his, though, keeping a secret look out for Malfoy's as well. Allies helped, you know.

Draco turned and headed back up to the school, not seeming to care about his footprints in the snow this time. He was a mixture of angry, distressed, and surprised all in one. He hadn't really thought it out too much as to what he would do in this situation if it actually came to the fact that Potter DID have an invisibility cloak. He kept pushing it out, being annoyed by the pestering thoughts of Potter...Oh fuck he was still here, pestering. Merlin.

Blaise followed Malfoy, though watching his own steps. "I suppose this clears a few things up for you? It's probably unsettling, especially since Potter gets away with so much already cause of his 'hero' status." He mouthed off, knowing Draco very well and how to respond accordingly.

A small grunt was met for his response. "He does. And obviously getting away with a million more things. Who knows where he goes at night or gets away with. I need a cloak like that more than he would ever need it. Imagine how amazing it would be to have something like that, Zabini."

The said boy smiled, nodding, walking up alongside him. "Well, you could always try catching him or snagging it away." He then, of course, felt Draco's eyes on him, incredulous.

"Just 'snatch it away from him'? As if I'd set foot within Gryffindor tower. Though, it is very tempting for something like that. But, catching him rather sounds more intriguing."

At this, Draco was surprised at his answer back. And here he thought he knew Zabini so well...

"I could help you with that. I'm sure Jordan would tell me something useful to tip you off." He grinned.

"You clever bastard. Lee Jordan? This is why we're friends, Zabini." Malfoy grinned back.