Draco was back in the Necessity Room, and he'd just learned a spell that tied people up. The spell, Incarcerous, didn't prove difficult, and once again, he was able to tie up the dummies with ease.

Why is it that he was able to do such advanced spells so easily? Was it his special wand? Draco decided he would ask Dumbledore the next time he saw him.

The Christmas feast had ended a while ago and Crabbe and Goyle were yet to show up to the common room so Draco went to go look for them. He didn't have to go far. When he saw them, he called out, "Crabbe, Goyle! Where have you two been? Pigging out in the Great Hall all this time?"

When he got closer, he saw something odd about Goyle. "Why are you wearing glasses?"

"Uh, um, reading," Goyle answered as he put the glasses away.

"Reading? I didn't know you could read."

Goyle nodded that he could, and Draco just shrugged, turning to find a certain ginger Gryffindor prefect approaching him.

"What are you doing down here, Weasley?"

"Mind your attitude, Malfoy," the red-head warned.

Draco sneered at Prefect Percy and shoved past him.

In the common room, Draco flopped onto a sofa. There was definitely something odd going on since Crabbe and Goyle stood in front of him and did nothing.

"Well, sit down," Draco told them and they obeyed. Usually, they would go to their room and let Draco nap in peace instead of just standing there. And since when did Goyle own reading glasses?

Then it clicked; the Polyjuice potion must be done and currently in use. To test this theory, Draco said, "You'd never know the Weasleys were pure-bloods, the way they behave. They're an embarrassment to the Wizarding world. All of them."

He saw "Crabbe" clenching his fist. Aha! So he must be Weasley and "Goyle" must be Potter since he had glasses.

"What's wrong with you, Crabbe?" Draco asked, feigning ignorance.

Draco saw Goyle elbow Crabbe before the latter answered, "Stomachache."

"You know," Draco said, trying to get Potter/Goyle to say something, "I'm surprised that the Daily Prophet hasn't done a report on all these attacks. I suppose Dumbledore is trying to hush it all up. Father always said Dumbledore was the worst thing that ever happened to this place."

"You're wrong!" Potter/Goyle yelled.

Draco looked up at him, surprised he couldn't control himself. He got up and towered over the two Gryffindors. He had to get them to say more. "What? You think there's someone here who's worse than Dumbledore?"

Weasley/Crabbe shook his head so Draco turned to Potter/Goyle. "Well? Do you?"

"Harry Potter?" Potter/Goyle offered.

Nice cover-up, Draco thought. He said, "Good one, Goyle. You're absolutely right. Saint Potter. And people actually think that he's the Heir of Slytherin!"

"But then you must have some idea who's behind it all," Potter/Goyle said.

This was obviously Potter's voice.

"You know I don't, Goyle. I told you yesterday. How many times do I have to tell you? Honestly, if you were any slower, you'd be going backwards." Draco said this fully aware that he hadn't spoken to Goyle on this matter and that he'd said that last sentence to Potter last year.

Just like he'd expected, Potter/Goyle's head shot up.

Draco continued, twisting some things. "But my father did say this - it's been fifty years since the Chamber was opened. He wouldn't tell me who opened it, but only that they were expelled. The last time the Chamber of Secrets was opened, a Mudblood died. So, it's only a matter of time before one of them is killed this time. As for me, I hope it's Granger."

Weasley/Crabbe rose and Potter/Goyle followed, just to stop the first.

"What's the matter with you two?" Draco asked. "You're acting very odd."

"It's his stomachache," Goyle replied.

Draco pretended to take interest in a nearby present as he heard Weasley whisper, "Scar!"

Potter whispered, "Hair!"

Draco knew that their time had run out and that they were going to bolt so he took out his wand, pointed at Potter, and said, "Incarcerous!" He repeated the spell on Weasley.

Then he stood and watched as they turned back into themselves. Both Gryffindors looked up at Draco in horror. The free boy smirked and took Potter's glasses from Goyle's robe's pocket.

He made a show of wanting to break them. "But then The Boy Who Lived to Eventually Die wouldn't be able to see." Draco made an exaggerated sad face before slipping the glasses on Potter's face.

"Listen up, you two. I don't care what you think, but the heir of Slytherin isn't in this school. There is no one in this school who could be the heir of Slytherin so stop playing hero. Also, have you heard of someone called Myrtle Henderson?"

"Why should we tell you?" Weasley asked.

"It's a simple yes or no question, for Merlin's sake!"

"We know of a Myrtle," Potter said. "Why do you care?"

"I've been asked about her," Draco lied. "Where is she now?"

"She's dead. She's a ghost that stalks a bathroom. What else do you want to know?"

"Potter, I'm not sure why you're answering me so easily."

"Just let us go, and we won't mention anything."

Draco mirthlessly laughed. "I can't be blackmailed. Why on earth does she stalk a bathroom?"

"We don't know."

"Tell me where it is."

"It's a girls' lavoratory!" Weasley cried.

"You've been in a girls' lavoratory?" Draco whistled.

"No one goes in there which is why we did," Potter answered.

"I suppose you made your Polyjuice Potion there?"

Stunned, the two of them could just nod.

"Tell me where it is and I'll let you go. I won't tell a soul about this."

So Potter reluctantly told Draco the location and Draco released the ropes. The next night, he went to the bathroom. He entered to find the whole place vacated. There was a circle of sinks and then an area with the stalls.

"Is Myrtle here?" Draco called uncertainly.

Suddenly there was a scream and a transparent girl swooped in front of him. She giggled and said, "I'm Moaning Myrtle. But no one's ever called me Myrtle after I became a ghost." She giggled some more and Draco became uncomfortable.

"Er, okay, what I want to ask you is how you died." Draco hoped to death (no pun intended) that the ghost didn't take any offense in that question.

"Oh! It was dreadful. It happened right here in this very cubicle. I'd hidden because Olive Hornby was teasing me about my glasses. I was crying, and then I heard somebody come in.

"Who was it?"

"I don't know. I was distraught! But they said something funny, a kind of made up language. And I realized it was a boy speaking, so I unlocked the door to tell him to go away and...I died.

"Just like that? How?"

"I just remember seeing a pair of great big yellow eyes...over there, by that sink."

Draco went to the sink and tried to turn the water on, but nothing happened. He looked more closely and saw a snake carved out of the metal attached to the sink. This was probably where the chamber was.

He turned to thank Myrtle. Normally, he wouldn't have done that, but he was afraid of offending her. Unfortunately, the ghost giggled and asked, "What's your name?"

"That's not important," Draco said.

"Well, you're far nicer that Harry."

"Potter?"

"The one with the scar."

"Does he come here often?"

Myrtle saw this differently and asked, "Are you interested in him?"

"What?! No! Just wondering how you knew him."

"Oh. He and his two friends were in here."

"Great, uh, look. I gotta go."

Suddenly, someone opened the main door and Draco quickly hid in a stall.