I peeked in the common room. Malfoy was there with his feet up on the table (big shocker) and he was eating some kind of fancy expensive-looking chocolates (again, shocker.)

I put on a big fake smile on my face.

"You better hope this works," I told Toby through clenched teeth.

Come on, Jamie. Have a little faith in me. Can you name one time I messed up?

I opened my mouth to speak.

Don't answer that. But please, I really think he'll fall for it.

"I really think you're wrong, Toby. I mean, Malfoy may be evil, but he's not stupid. His goons cover that."

Hey, who ever said he was evil? His father is, sure. But he's really not that bad. Remember yesterday when he gave me a cookie?

"Toby, the only reason you got that was because when you bit his leg he dropped the cookie he was eating."

Yeah well...we're getting off topic. Let's just try out my plan.

"Fine, let's try your stupid plan," I muttered, returning the fake smile to my face. I stepped into the room. "Hi, Malfoy!" I said.

"Um...hello, Jamie," he said, confused. "Don't you have class or something?"

"Yeah," I admitted, "transfiguration. But I don't mind missing it, I highly doubt McGonagall will miss me too much."

Draco smirked.

"Speaking of which, aren't you supposed to be in class?"

The smirk drained from his face. "I-it's my free period."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, sure. Of course it is," I said, pushing him over making room for myself on the large sofa, and then I helped myself to one of the chocolates. Malfoy scowled, but didn't say anything.

Psst! Jamie, what are you doing this was not part of the plan!

"I forgot what I was supposed to do," I mouthed, "now I'm improvising."

There's no improvising! You wrote what you're supposed to say on you hand!

I looked at my hand. The marker had smudged. Not my smartest move.

Malfoy was looking at me curiously, so I smiled. Then I remembered what I was supposed to say.

"So, what does your father do?"

"He works at the ministry," Draco said, with a hint of pride in his voice. "One of the highest ranking members, actually."

"Like Arthur Weasley?" I asked, knowing it would make him annoyed.

"No! Nothing like that filthy-muggle-loving-good-for-nothing-disgrace-to-all-purebloods man! My father has a job that actually pays."

"Oh," I said, that was not the answer I was hoping for.

"Why do you ask?"

I shrugged. "No reason. I was just wondering what kind of jobs people have in the wizard world."

"Okay. I heard about you're father. I-I'm sorry."

I looked at him in awe. Malfoy was the last person I expected to be sorry for anyone, let alone a muggle. "You are?" I asked.

"Well, sure. I mean, he sonded alright-for a muggle, anyway."

"Thanks, you wouldn't happen to know anything about it, would you?"

He tried to look confused, but there was no mistaking the horror in his eyes. "Wh-what are you talking about? How on earth would I know?"

I took a deep breath, what I was about to say was very risky. "Because I know your father works for Voldemort."

Malfoy's eyes widened with horror, he looked around cautiosly, as if half-expecting Voldemort to jump out f nowhere and attack him right now. He turned to me, his voice was shaky. "Don't say that name!"

"Why not? I'm not afraid. Voldemort! Voldemort! VOLDEMORT!"

"Stop it!"

"Volde-" he covered my mouth with his hand. "morthh" I licked his hand, and he let go.

"Jamie, that's disgusting!"

"Works every time. Now, tell me what you know about my father. And don't lie to me, I know very well that your father happens to be one of his favorites!"

I expected him to deny it, or hex me and run away, but instead the words that came out of his mouth were: "Who told you?"

"Dumbledore."

"Ugh! That blasted fool! How dare he!"

"So it is true!"

"I never said that!"

Toby growled.

Malfoy tried to make a run for it, but Toby was too fast, blocking the door with his whole body.

He pointed his wand at me, but I could tell it was shaking, I easily took it from his hand. "I'll take that, thanks."

Hah! Hah! Oh, we got you now, sucker! Toby barked with triumph.

Seeing there was no way out of this, he sighed. "Okay, the truth is, my father did it. He kidnapped your dad. But I don't know where they're keeping him-I swear, they didn't tell me!"

I backed off a little bit, deadly mistake. "So, you're say tha-"

Malfoy grabbed his wand back. Buy the time I realized what he was doing-it was already too late. "Petrificus totalus!" he shout at me and Toby.

Suddenly, I couldn't move. Not at all.

"You'll be with your stupid muggle father soon, Goldberg!" he sneered.

Wow, it's been forever since I updated! Sorry about that guys, I was busy with like a trillion and six other things. Anyway, review!