Sorry about the late update! I cut my hand open, had stitches for awhile and just sort recovered. It doesn't hurt as badly to write anyway!
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The fear of being left alone in Gryffindor tower seemed to force Malfoy into following Harry out of the tower and into the hallways. Harry had thrown the cloak over them. He knew he was just buzzing with energy. He was going to need to outsmart Sirius and his dad. "There, they're on the 3rd floor," Harry said, pointing at the spot on the map. "Lead the way then Potter, sooner this is over the sooner I can go to bed." "Help me find Peter though," Harry said. "Maybe we should find him first, they'll be looking for him anyway and we can ambush them." Sighing, Draco leaned over the map, his own wand held out to light up the page. It took a couple minutes but Harry spotted him first. He pointed at the spot with his wand. "He's outside by the Whomping Willow...I wonder why Dad and Sirius are on the 3rd floor?" "Only you care, come on," Malfoy tugged at the cloak. "Let's go get this Peter and so we can go to bed!" They moved slowly, even with the two of them, Draco's height made it hard to stay completely under the cloak without their shoes showing. Harry kept yanking him down so he was crouched down while walking. Draco turned narrowed grey eyes on him. "You're going to break my neck if you keep pulling on me," he snarled. "One could only hope." "Peter might be a rat-" he tried to explain but Malfoy heaved a great sigh. "How are we going to capture a rat?" "Maybe we should stand guard instead," he offered. "Peter can't see us and with the map we'll be able to stay close and know when those two are approaching." "Spectacular," Malfoy spat. "Just what I wanted to do with my life, babysit Gryffindors." Harry opened his mouth to retort but there was a flash of white light and he found himself without his wand. Before he could get his bearings, he was shoved backward with Malfoy falling on top of him. A door slammed and he could hear laughter behind it. "All right in there Harry?" "Sirius? Let us out!" He yelled, shoving Malfoy away and jumping to his feet. Draco was on his too, a snarl on his face. "GIVE ME MY WAND!" He shrieked. Harry took a step away. "Er- yeah give us our wands back!" "We will when we get done with Peter," James said. "You should have known better than to mess with us Harry!" Sighing, Harry leaned against the wall and took his glasses off to rub his temples. When he opened his eyes Draco was right in his face, sneering. "What's your plan to get us out of this Potter?" "Er-" "You don't have one do you?" "I haven't had time to think!" "Well get to thinking! I want to sleep at some point!" Harry pursed his lips closed, glared hard at Draco but decided it would be better use of his time to figure things out. They didn't have their wands but there might be something in the closet they could use. He bent down and picked up a box. "Let's see what we can find, shall we?" he asked as he opened it. Draco shrugged and began pulling items out as well. It didn't take long for him to get irritated, and Harry thought he had a short temper. "This is pointless!" Draco snarled. "Let's just take this door down!" Harry shrugged. It wouldn't hurt to try, even if he wasn't much for brute strength and he doubt Draco had done any manual labor in his life. Still, they proceeded to throw themselves at the door, kick the door until finally it began to splinter and give away, crashing to the ground. "I'm surprised Filch hasn't come running," Harry said panting. "Too true, get under the cloak. We've got some Gryffindors to punish." It was strange, but at that moment Harry and Draco were no longer enemies. He had felt this way when he helped Ron save Hermione from the troll. Their differences no longer mattered. They weren't divided by any houses or prejudices. They were united in a common goal, to find James and Sirius. Suddenly, it was no longer about protecting Pettigrew, but a burning to beat his dad. To show Sirius and James that he could hold his own against them. Perhaps a small part of him wanted to beat his dad and gain approval? But it was clear, this was now a competition and even though Draco was the last person Harry would have chosen to be on his team, he wanted to get back at James and Sirius just as badly. He even smiled, not smirked, at Harry under the cloak. "Where's that map?" he asked breathlessly. Harry pulled it out but it was blank. "Shit!" "What?" "Without my wand, I can't activate the map," Harry moaned. "This is hopeless." "Potter, one would have hoped you wouldn't give up so easy. It is not hopeless, we know where Peter was right?" "Yeah, out on the grounds..." "So that's where those two will be going." "Right." "And they're going to underestimate us." "Why?" Harry asked. "Because we're younger and wandless," Draco stated, his eyes flashing now. "But they never messed with a Gryffindor and a Slytherin. Trust me Potter, we got this." Harry's eyes widened a bit. Trust Malfoy? Even though the idea was foreign, it didn't seem like a bad idea. Harry shrugged. "All right then Malfoy, what's your plan?"