A/N: Hey guys! So, this is my first FanFiction! I'm very excited! It is set in Harry's 6th year, and I know right now it may seem very similar to Half Blood Prince but the storyline changes, I swear! Reviews are very welcome!
Also, I will try to update weekly. Feel free to nag me if I don't and you really want me to!
DISCLAIMER: All characters, places and anything Harry Potter related belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Chapter One

Harry sat on the edge of his four poster bed gripping his untidy black hair tightly in his hands, Marauders Map on his lap. The boy's dormitory was empty, most of the sixth years out enjoying the warm Saturday morning. Harry, however, couldn't stop staring at the map, at the precise spot where one Draco Malfoy had just disappeared.

It made no sense, Harry thought angrily. He had been watching Malfoy walk through a crowded corridor on the first floor when suddenly he had disappeared- just like that! There was no way he could have apparated, and an invisibility cloak didn't hide you from the map… in fact, nothing Harry could think of did. Sighing in frustration, Harry lifted his head out of his hands, pulling his glasses off to rub his eyes as he did so. All this worrying about Malfoy's suspicious Death Eater activity was driving him crazy, even more so when Hermione and Ron wouldn't listen to him. It had been two months since they had seen Malfoy creeping around Knockturn Alley, and after the first few weeks Hermione and Ron had gotten sick of hearing about it. Harry had since then learnt not to bring it up, but every spare moment when he was able to check the map he had been worrying about it, yet still wasn't able to figure it out.

Hearing heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, Harry rushed over to his trunk to stuff the Marauders Map out of sight. Whirling around, he found Ron standing in the doorway in his Quidditch robes, a knowing look in his eyes.

"C'mon mate, are you the captain of this team or what?" Ron asked. "You are the one who set this Quidditch practice, yes?"

"Er, yeah, sorry," said Harry awkwardly, running a hand through his hair. "I'll meet you out there in five, get the team to run through the normal warm up drills for me."

Ron nodded once at him before hauling his broom over his shoulder and walking down the spiral staircase. Harry pulled his Quidditch robes on, hopping around trying to pull his shoes on at the same time before grabbing his Firebolt and dashing down into the common room. He had been late to enough practices due to watching Malfoy, he couldn't let it happen again.

Panting, Harry reached the Quidditch pitch where his team were expertly doing the warm ups Harry had taught them in their first week of practices.

"Sorry… guys…" Harry panted, struggling to get enough breath into his lungs to speak. "Got… distracted…" He heard a laugh from Ron and a snort from someone else.

"It's alright Harry, we're not McGonagall, we won't give you detention," Ginny jokingly called out.

Chuckling to himself, Harry launched himself into the air and did a couple of laps before he caught his breath again and screeched to a halt in front of his team.

"Alright guys, next week's the big match against Slytherin," he called out. "If we fly half as well as what you guys were just doing we'll have 'em hammered." There were a few cheers from the team. "I know this is probably the last thing you want to do right now, but we just have to go over a few more moves which will help our odds just that little bit extra." After a collective groan from everyone, they began to carefully watch. By the end of the practice, they all had the moves down perfectly, like they had been doing them for years. Harry grinned and thought that he had never seen the team in better shape, and told them so as the landed on the pitch and finished up.
"That was great everyone," he said. "Slytherin's got absolutely no chance next week. To be honest, that may be the best you guys have flown so far." A few people grinned and hi-fived the person next to them. "Just keep flying like that until next week, and I'll see you all at practice on Monday."

The team dispersed and Harry walked over to Ron.

"You're doing a great job, Harry," Ron said appreciatively, clapping Harry on the back. "Although I think some of the team were only flying so well because they were showing off for your little fan club up there." He gestured up to the raised seats, where a rather large group of 5th year girls were sitting, taking furtive glances towards Harry when they thought he wasn't looking. Apparently the 'Chosen One' rumours were still flying around like some sort of infectious disease.

"Dammit," Harry muttered under his breath. "C'mon, before they attack us or something."

Walking back up through the castle towards the Great Hall, Harry could see most people from the grounds walking back up to the castle for lunch. One tall figure, however, stood out as they walked towards the Forbidden Forest. Harry frowned. That certainly wasn't Hagrid, but who else would be going into the Forbidden Forest right at lunchtime on a Saturday?

"Hey, Ron," Harry said, dragging Ron over to the window. "Who d'you reckon that is?"

Ron squinted out towards the figure before shrugging his shoulders at Harry. "I dunno, but I'm starving. Let's just get some lunch." Ron lead the way into the Great Hall, leaving Harry no choice but to reluctantly follow behind him.

In the Great Hall, Harry and Ron found Hermione sitting alone, distinguishable only from the mass of bushy hair sticking out above the morning's copy of the Daily Prophet she had her nose buried in. Sitting down in front of her, Harry read the headline as he piled roast chicken onto his plate.

"Death Eater activity unusually low; Ministry warns people to be extra wary," he read out loud. Immediately his eyes flicked across to the Slytherin table, where he found Crabbe and Goyle looking particularly out of place without Malfoy by their side.

"Speaking of Death Eaters," Harry said casually, "Where do you think Malfoy's gotten to?"

Hermione said nothing but rustled her papers, while Ron just shook his head and stuffed more chicken into his mouth. "Honestly, 'Arry, 'oo need to 'ove on," he said before taking a great big swallow. "You've been thinking about this for months, and you've found nothing."

Harry just stared at his food, tapping his knife on his plate in frustration. Noticing his silence, Ron simply shrugged and went back to eating. Harry ate a few pieces of chicken before losing his appetite.

"I'm going back up to the Common Room, gotta start on that essay Snape gave us," he said.

Ron groaned. "That's gonna take me a million years! That bastard, he thinks if he gives us more homework we won't be able to beat Slytherin next week."
Harry simply shrugged. "Anyway, see you guys later." Ron gave a nod while Hermione just lifted a hand, not taking her eyes off her paper.

Later that night, long after everyone aside from him, Ron and Hermione were asleep, Harry got up off the comfy armchair in front of the fireplace. Having just finished his homework, Harry was over at the window, getting some fresh air into his face when he noticed the cloaked figure he had seen earlier that day walk back out of the forest.
Harry watched the figure's familiar walk, trying to pinpoint who it could be, when all of a sudden a streak of light from one of the castle's windows illuminated the mystery person's hair.

All of a sudden, Harry knew exactly who it was. But what on earth was Draco Malfoy doing out in the middle of the night alone, and what sort of business would require he spend the entire afternoon and night in the Forbidden Forest?