It was... strange... to say the least. Being friends with Malfoy. Even if they didn't show that they were friends (Draco was right about the student spies. Harry saw some fifth year Slytherins following Draco not-so-subtly every now and then), they still hung out at night by the black lake, though.

Hermione and Neville, however, ripped him a new one when he told them about their new... 'situation'. They kept telling him that Malfoy was only doing this so he could stab them in the back later. All of that changed when Harry brought them to their nightly hangouts, though. Neville immediately accepted him -He knew what it was like trying (and failing) to live up to someone's expectations-, while Hermione presented him with not-so-pretty threats that left little to imagination. Poor Draco was left pale faced (well paler) the entire time that night.

"Hey, Harry." Said Hermione during one of their study session in the Library, while Neville was at Herbology. Draco can't join them for obvious reasons.

"What is it, Hermione?"

"Where do you live?" Harry sopped flipping through One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi for reference on his Potions essay.

"Why do you ask?"

"It's just... you know..." She bit her lip. "I just wanted your address to Owl you during the summer if you... Wanted to keep in touch?" He mentally face palmed. Of course! The thought the school year ending and them going their separate ways never crossed his mind. He got so comfortable with her that he didn't know how he lived without her before, or what he'd do after parting ways during the summer.

"I-It's okay if you din't want to, I mean-... What are you doing?" She asked, seeing him scribbling away on a piece of parchment he cut off earlier.

"I'm giving you my address..." He gave her the note. "...so you could Owl me." No.21 Coates Way it read. "If you'd give me yours so I could Owl you too...?"

"Oh! Right!" She gave him her address: No.4 Privet Drive.

"We used to live in Privet Drive, you know."

"You did?"

"Yeah. We moved to Coates Way 8 years ago. We used to live in No.15." Hermione perked up at that. 'No.15... Why does that sound... familiar? It's like there's something important about that address, but I can't quit put my finger on it.'

"Where is Neville anyway?" Said Harry, clearly trying to change the subject. Hermione pointed over his shoulder to where Neville was looking for a book a few rows away.

"Draco?"

Before Harry, something hit him in the back of his head. Turning around, he saw Draco looking at him from his table then quickly left the Library.

"What's up with him?" Asked Neville, who came back from his book hunt.

"I don't know." Said Harry. Then he saw what hit him: a crumbled piece of parchment. Picking it up, he added "But I think he's trying to tell us something."

He spread it to find a note. Both Neville and Hermione looked aver his shoulder to read.

Meet me by the Black Lake. All three of you. Now.

"Something's definitely up." Said Hermione.

"Let's go." Said Harry. They all scrambled out the door, trying to get to The Lake as quickly as they can.

They found him there, pacing back and forth anxiously. "Draco!" Harry shouted. "What's up? It sounded urgent."

"The Dark Magic. It's moving." He said, sounding completely panicked.

"Moving?" Said Hermione.

"I mean, it was always moving. To all parts of the castle. But it went there only once, and I'm getting worried about what's in there."

"Where?" Neville inquired.

"The third-floor corridor on the right-side of the castle." He answered. "The one Dumbledore said not to go to."

"But why would it go there?" Asked Hermione.

"I don't know." Said Harry. "But we're going to find out. Tonight."

"We can't sneak out! What if we get in trouble!"

"Someone has to do something, Hermione!"

"I agree with Harry." Said Neville. "The teachers obviously won't do anything. It's up to us now. That's what Gryffindors would do."

"Well, I'm no Gryffindor." Said Draco. "But I still agree. We have to do something."

Hermione sighed, Defeated. "Fine. But how are going to meet up?"

Harry turned to Draco. "Where is The Slytherin Common Room?"

"In the Dungeons."

"Can you go to The Great Hall undetected?"

Draco smirked. "Well, I wasn't sorted into Slytherin for nothing."

Harry nodded. "The three of us will meet in our Common Room, use my Invisibility Cloak, and pick you up by The Great Hall."

"Sounds like a plan." Neville said. Hermione nodded in agreement.

"We're going there tonight." Harry said, extending his hand to them. Hermione was the first to put her hand on his, followed by Neville, then Draco.

'Watch out, Dark Magic.' Thought Harry. 'The Golden Quartered are coming after you.'

Author's note: I just want to say a few things:

1) OH MY GOD MY STORY ACTUALLY REACHED 70,000 VIEWS?! YOU'RE LOVE FOR THIS STORY GIVES ME INSPIRATION!

2) In 'Chapter 11: The Troll' people have been asking why McGonagll would take only Five points from Ron for wishing that The Troll killed Hermione. Well, she didn't know. She only heard 'the little shit!' part and deduced points accordingly. Sorry if I didn't make that clear enough.

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that I haven't seen till two weeks ago (I didn't even know that I got reviews at all till then) and I just want to say to those haters: Don't like it, don't read it. The Back Button is right there. I'm not writing this story for you.

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