"Sorry, but no." Harry said without looking up from his eggs. Hermione and Draco had to wait all night to tell Harry what had happened, and finally they had tracked him to the dining hall and gave him their big presentation about how students were in danger… and Harry said no?

"Why? You have to help! You have to believe us!" Hermione pleaded with him.

"No offense Hermione, but did this guy put some sort of stupid spell over you? I'm serious! Why would I believe anything that Draco tells me?" Harry shrugged.

"Harry! That's awful! Yes Draco is…" Hermione glanced over at her reluctant ally, "... Draco, but I swear I'm not under any spell! This is the truth!"

"I'm sorry, I'm just really busy! I save the world EVERY YEAR from Voldemort—" the table gasped, "it's just a name!" Harry exclaimed. "Anyway, saving the world from You-Know-Who takes up a lot of time, this year I wanted to get a head start." He explained.

"How?" Hermione asked.

"Well, Ron and I are trying to figure out his scheme this year. I think it has something to do with the grass on the front lawn. You can help if you want!" Harry offered cheerily, "you know we can't do it without you!"

Hermione was speechless. Her best friends didn't believe her! She felt hurt even though she knew Harry didn't mean to.

"What the heck Potter! I always knew you were awful, but I thought you liked to help people." Draco burst.

"That's what I'm trying to do, Malfoy, but your practical jokes aren't helping. Tricking Hermione like this is a new low, even for you." Harry turned to look at Hermione and said, "C'mon Hermione, we saved you a seat."

"I'm sorry Harry, but this is serious. It isn't a trick, people's lives are at stake!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Yeah Potter, don't come running to us when the wizards who want to kill you get here, you're technically a pure blood too, remember?" Draco sneered.

"I'm nothing like you." Harry replied.

"Please Harry." Hermione begged him one last time.

"Are you coming to help with this grass problem or not?" He looked up at her with hopeful eyes. Hermione stared at him in awe, how could someone be so oblivious?

"No." She replied softly and turned away. She ran outside of the Great Hall and Draco followed. She sat down on a bench in the courtyard.

"Come on! We have to tell Dumbledore, right? That's what you said!" Draco urged her.

"If Harry doesn't believe me, why would Dumbledore? I don't even know if I believe me. I sound like I'm crazy." She sighed in defeat.

"Potter's an idiot, I know he's your friend, but he's an idiot. So is Weasley. You can't let them stop you! People will die if we don't fix this, we have to at least try." Draco grabbed her arm and pulled her up from the bench.

"All of a sudden you're the complete opposite of the Draco I thought I knew. What happened?" Hermione asked, was she rubbing off on him?

"I just don't want to die, Granger, don't read too much into it." Draco rolled his eyes. "Let's go, I'd love to see the look on the Chosen One's face when Dumbledore helps us and we save everyone."

Hermione lead Draco to a statue of a griffin and said, "this is where Dumbledore's office is."

"You can't tell me that Dumbledore doesn't have house favoritism," Draco said, eyeing the giant griffin statue.

Hermione ignored him and tried to think. What was Dumbledore's new favorite candy? "Lemon drops?" She mused out loud. "Bertie Bott's Every Flavoured Beans? Jellied Slugs? Chocolate Frogs?" She named countless candies, but the passage to Dumbledore's office didn't appear.

"Are you hungry or something?" Draco asked, bewildered. "I think I have a stash of Sugar Quills in my room—"

The passage to Dumbledore's office revealed itself and Hermione smiled. Sugar Quills!

"Thank you! Who knew that you could be useful?" She smiled and walked down the passage.

"Haha, very funny… what did I do?" Draco asked and followed her down the hallway.

Hermione knocked on the door three times but there was no answer.

"Professor Dumbledore? Headmaster?" She called out. The door swung open and they entered warily. The office was filled with all sorts of trinkets and books. It was cluttered but there was a sort of system to the mess. The only thing the office didn't have was Dumbledore himself.

"Where is he?" Draco asked.

"And where is Faux? Faux is always here." Hermione muttered.

"Fox? I thought he had a pet Phoenix!" Draco chuckled at his bad joke. She raised an eyebrow at him and he stopped.

"I don't know if we should be here…" Hermione worried.

"You scared, Granger?" Draco teased her. She ignored him. Something felt wrong. Suddenly she heard the sound of the passage showing itself to someone else. She assumed it was Dumbledore until she heard two familiar voices. She looked over at Draco and he looked like he was paralyzed.

"Hide!" She whispered. She ran over to a big oak wardrobe and swung the doors open. A couple cloaks were hanging inside and there seemed like enough room to squeeze two people in. She gestured to Draco, waving him over. He came and they hopped inside the wardrobe. They shut the doors just as the two wizards entered.

"Ahh, Dumbledore's office!" The tall one exclaimed.

"No ship Sherlock." The short one muttered.

"The expression is— ugh never mind." The tall one turned towards Dumbledore's Pensieve, a large shallow dish made out of metal that allow the user to re-live memories.

"What's the one we want?" The short one asked, gesturing to the bottles of memories on the shelves.

"It's labeled P, that's what the boss said anyway. I don't know how you can find anything in this place, it's a pig sty." They searched through the shelves, knocking a few of the bottles and sending them crashing down.

"Aha! I found it!" The tall one said after awhile. Hermione peered through the crack between the doors of the wardrobe.

"Ow you're sleeping on my foot!" Draco whispered.

"What was that?" The short one asked, heading Draco's complain. Hermione put her hand over Draco's mouth.

"You must be hearing voices in your head again, Smith, 'cuz I hear nothing and I got some great hearing." The tall one said.

"Let's get out of here," Smith (The short one) said, "this place creeps me out."

"It's not like Dumbledore's coming back anytime soon, we made sure of that huh, didn't we?" The tall one chuckled.

"Ohh you were great! Your plan was so smart!" Smith said in awe as they walked out. Hermione strained to hear more, but it was no use, they were too far away. She opened the doors to the wardrobe and let themselves out.

"It was so stuffy in there!" Draco complained and coughed.

"Didn't you hear what they were talking about?" Hermione asked.

"Some of it, until I'm pretty sure some sort of closet pixie started poking me." Draco coughed again. Sure enough, a pixie zoomed out of the wardrobe and out the open window.

"Well, you weren't lying." Hermione shrugged.

"What's the plan? You have a plan B, right?" Draco asked.

"Um…" she didn't really have a plan B, she had just assumed that Dumbledore was going to be there like he always was. She tried to go over everything she had just heard in her head.

"We need to figure out what the memory was, the one that they took. It was labelled P, but for what? Potter? Pure bloods?"

"Pixie? Patronus?" Draco suggested.

"No… wait actually… patronus! Recently I heard that a book from the library about patronuses went missing! That's no coincidence." Hermione exclaimed.

"So what do we do?" He asked.

"We go to the library of course." Hermione replied.