Author's Note: This is my first fan-fiction, so I'd really appreciate any and all reviews and suggestions :)

"He's up to something, and I'm going to prove it," Harry muttered to Ron. Across the room, Malfoy leaned over the desk, his frame shielding the parchment as his quill flew across it.

"For the last time Harry, Voldemort wouldn't have made a sixteen year old a Death Eater," Hermione hissed, her head still buried in Confronting the Faceless.

"He winced when Madame Malkin touched his arm," Harry countered.

"That doesn't prove anything!"

"Your conversation is undoubtedly enthralling, but it will have to wait until after class. Fifteen points from Gryffindor," Snape said over their shoulders. He strode to the front of their desk and flipped open Ron's textbook. "I suggest you start reading, before you make a fool of yourself like Potter. Ghosts are transparent," he scoffed.

"I've got an idea," Harry said as they entered the common room that evening.

"Just forget it, Harry," Hermione replied.

"No. I know there's a plan, and I'm not letting him follow through with it."

"Do you really think he's capable of being a Death Eater?" Hermione asked.

"Runs in the family," Ron replied. "Besides, he's a git."

"He's sixteen," Hermione argued.

"He's less 'sixteen and never been kissed', and more 'sixteen and capable of murder."

"We've got to stop him before he does something," Harry urged.

"Fine, let's say that we choose to do something. What can we even do? He caught you in his train carriage, he already knows that you're suspicious," Hermione said.

"We use Polyjuice Potion." Hermione groaned.

"We'll try not to give you cat hair this time," Ron said to Hermione.

"Where would we get Polyjuice Potion from? Need I remind you, it takes a month to brew." Harry grinned and pulled a flask of muddy-brown liquid from his robes. Hermione's eyes widened. "Where did you get that?"

"Slughorn's potions cupboard. He had a cauldron full at our first lesson, remember? I just swiped a bit while he was busy fixing Neville's potion."

"Okay," Hermione said.

Harry turned to Ron. "Are you in, or not?"

"I guess .. Hermione?"

"Fine. But I'm telling you, he's not a Death Eater."

Harry, Ron and Hermione were the first out of the Great Hall after dinner the next night. Harry pulled the Marauder's Map from his pocket and whispered, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." The page filled with ink, and he scanned it for the dots of Malfoy's cronies.

"Pansy and Goyle are heading out of the Great Hall now, looks like they're heading towards the dungeons." The trio jogged down the stone corridor, slowing as they reached the corner where it intersected with the Slytherins' path.

Hermione peered around the corner, and upon catching side of the two Slytherins, silently stunned Pansy. Goyle turned in shock, but before he could shout out Hermione stunned him too. Harry and Ron hurried over and they hoisted their victims into the nearest broom cupboard.

"Obliviate," Hermione whispered as Harry ripped out strands of their hair.

"What are you doing?" Ron asked Hermione as she proceeded to mutter enchantments at the door.

"Timed lock. They won't be able to get out of there for two hours, and the memory charm will stop them knowing how they got there in the first place."

"Wicked," Ron replied.

"I've missed this place," Ron said as they snuck into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.

Hermione poured the potion into two flasks, and added the hairs. "You ready?" she asked. They'd intended on stunning three Slytherins, but hadn't wanted to wait around for one to go for a solo stroll. Harry and Hermione raised the glasses to their lips. He tried to swallow it without tasting it, but the pungent taste filled his mouth.

"His taste hasn't improved," Harry joked. Once the painful transformation was complete, he took of his glasses and turned to Hermione.

"If I ever want to be uglier, remind me to take Polyjuice Potion with the essence of Slytherin," Ron quipped.

"We'd better get going," Hermione said.

"I'll check it's safe for you to leave, and then I'll meet you back at the common room later," Ron said.

Harry checked his map again. "Malfoy's leaving the Great Hall now, let's get going," They hurried down the corridor.

"So I told Professor Flitwick, you just wait until my father hears about this," they heard his voice in the distance. "He just about fell off his table!" A roar of laughter could be heard from his Slytherin cronies.

"Pretend to do up your shoe," Hermione whispered as they moved into the corridor. Harry crouched down and fiddled with his laces.

"Pansy, Goyle," Malfoy said when he glimpsed them.

"Malfoy," Goyle nodded. Hermione smiled flirtily and grabbed Malfoy's arm.

"Wasn't the pumpkin pie just delicious?" she crooned. Harry coughed to stifle a giggle. They reached the stone wall guarding the Slytherin common room.

"Basilisk," Malfoy stated confidently. The stone wall crumbled away, opening the passageway for them. The faint green light from the lake shone upon Malfoy's pale locks as he sat on one of the plush armchairs. Harry glanced at his forearm, hoping for a sight of the tell-tale mark, but the skin was shielded by his black sweater. Hermione glanced at him; they hadn't planned what they were actually going to say when they got here.

"Are you sure you can't tell us more about this task?" Harry asked Malfoy.

Malfoy raised his eyebrows. "Haven't I already told you enough?"

"Hardly," Harry replied.

"I told you, its top secret, I've been entrusted." Was that pride that filled Malfoy's voice? Harry glanced at Hermione uncertainly.

"Draco," Hermione murmured, "Could I possibly talk to you for a moment in private?" She batted her eyelashes at him. Malfoy placed his hand on the small of Hermione's back as they made their way down the stone steps.

They entered the room, and Hermione opened her mouth to speak.

"Shhh," Malfoy whispered, manoeuvring her towards the wall. Before she could react, his body was pressed against hers, and their lips were interlocked.