I sat in a green, soft chair. Pansy is sitting on the arm of the chair and her long, black hair is tickling my forehead. Ginny sits on the carpet and looks terribly afraid and even a little confused. Vin is sitting next to her with his arm slung around her shoulder protectively. I could swear Vin looked a little flustered. On the other chairs Blaise, Daphne and Astoria sat. And Theodore, Greg and Millicent were sprawled across the green carpet. "Hey," I say softly, "So umm, Ginny, what do you know about the chamber of secrets?"

Ginny stares at me confusedly. "I- I've never heard of it." Why was she so scared then? She had never seemed like a person that could be so afraid. She had seemed to be quite dauntless. I felt confused. "Oh, well, anyone else got something?"

"Well," Theodore said, "I believe it was rumored that Salazar Slytherin built a room which contained a monster that would rid the school of muggleborns. The room, of course, has never been found. So, maybe it is just some crude joke from a student of the upper years."

"What about Potter?" Pansy said with an accusing tone. "He was there and he was missing from the feast."

"Potter," Theodore then drawled, "may be good at defense. But now you are just giving him way too much credit."

Pansy looked affronted. "Well, he defeated the dark lord when he was a baby. You don't know-"

Daphne interrupted her with a snappy voice. "Please, like a baby could ever hold that much power. His parents must have done something. Besides no one was there when -."

"Exactly," Pansy howled, "No one was there. Anything could have happened. Personally I would not trust that Potter."

"But," Greg then asked confusedly, "why would he let himself get caught. Plus, why would he attack Filch's cat. No one sane would do that."

"Yeah," I added, "Good point, Greg. Besides Potter loves muggleborns. It makes no sense."

Pansy then smiled viciously. "Well, maybe he's finally being sensible. Who would not want to get rid of that annoying know-it-all?"

Daphne smirked. "Good one, Pansy!" Ginny and Astoria looked a bit annoyed. Actually, Vin and Greg looked a bit uncomfortable too at Pansy's words. However it made me chuckle.

I was nodding thoughtfully. "So it's not Potter."

"Agreed," Theodore said quickly. "He could never have the skill, especially not with those idiots that get to teach us. It is a miracle that everyone in our year can cast sparks and that is not even offensive. It is just to get help."

I nodded. "So it must be a joke from an older year in our house." That sounded plausible.

Vin turned to Ginny. "Well, then don't worry about it, if it's just an older year, he'll probably get caught soon."

That was nice of Vin to say and I felt myself smiling at those two. "Well, I'll write a letter to my father. Just to be sure, maybe he'll know more. It will probably soon be solved though."

Millicent then spoke up. "We should probably head to bed." She had been hugging her two cats Mimble and Drimble the whole time and walked with both of them tightly in her arms to her dormitory.

The next day the first lecture was history of magic. It was highly boring. I had trouble keeping awake, maybe we had made it a little too late yesterday talking about the chamber of secrets. Professor Binns just kept droning on about goblin wars, that were, when Severus taught it to me, extremely interesting and quite gory, however now I felt my eyes closing. Then I suddenly see a hand shoot up. I groan, of course it is Granger. At first Professor Binns took no notice, which was not surprising as he often did not seem to notice anything happening around him. I mean, if the story was true, he had not even took notice of dying and instead just kept giving lessons. There could be a death eater attack and he'd just continue.

The small, elderly ghost then smiled suprisedly at Granger. "Yes, miss Gravey, what is your question?" I snickered at the name. It must be the only teacher who had not taken notice of her name.

Granger looked very determined. "Granger, sir. I was wondering if you could maybe tell us something about the chamber of secrets?"

Professor Binns then looked a bit disappointed. "I'm here to teach you history of magic, to learn you about facts and not about myths and legends."

Granger though looked far from deterred and she was in fact already raising her hand again. "Yes, miss Graner," Professor Binns then said. I snickered as well. Now Granger did glare at me.

"Granger," she said. "But, sir, is there not some truth in every myth?"

Professor Binns looked like he wanted to say no. But suddenly seemed to change his mind when he looked through the class. His reasoning could not be clearer when I scanned through the class, seeing every student sitting straight and paying rapid attention. It must be something that had never before happened to this professor. "I guess I could tell you something about the chamber of secrets." When he said this he actually got a few people to cheer on him. If anyone had told me that people would cheer something Binns said, I would have probably never believed it. "After which we will of course get back to the seventh goblin war." Now people were groaning. "The myth goes that when our four founders, Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw and Godric Gryffindor, who each have created their own house. Of course you all know that- created the school, Salazar Slytherin disagreed on one point with the other founders. Salazar Slytherin disagreed with the other Hogwarts founders about the importance of Blood Purity and the acceptance of Muggle-borns at Hogwarts. As the other Founders were against him in this matter, Slytherin left the school. According to legend, before he left, Slytherin created a secret chamber deep underground, known as the chamber of secrets that was home to a monster, that was allegedly supposed to purge the school of all Muggle-borns. Now, back to the goblins." He looked happy with the attention he received, though he did not seem to like the subject very much.

Finnegan then interrupted professor Binns. "If the chamber can only be opened by Slytherin's true heir, no one else would be able to find it, would they?"

Binns looked thoroughly annoyed. "Nonsense O'Flaherty. If a long succession of Hogwarts headmasters and headmistresses haven't found the thing—"

Parvati Patil then interrupted. "But, Professor, you'd probably have to use Dark Magic to open it—" I glare at her. That no one else could open it did not mean it had been dark magic. Maybe he just had been more intelligent or cunning.

I think this is the first time I have ever seen professor Binns being annoyed, as he interrupted Parvati. "Just because a wizard doesn't use Dark Magic, doesn't mean he can't, Miss Pennyfeather. I repeat, if the likes of Dumbledore—"

Then Thomas interrupted. "But maybe you've got to be related to Slytherin, so Dumbledore couldn't—"

Now Professor Binns seemed to reach his limit as he screamed: "That will do. It is a myth! It does not exist! There is not a shred of evidence that Slytherin ever built so much as a secret broom cupboard!" And he finally could go back to his lecture about goblins. I groaned and buried my head in my arms.

I had not realized how many days had passed. The first quidditch game had come around faster then I had expected. With Ginny being thoroughly distracted the last few weeks, she had not been much help to me. Pansy though seemed to be a constant once more. She had even threatened to hex me so bad that I couldn't sit on my broom without crying, if I ate nothing before the game.

Now I was standing on the pitch. I was feeling very nervous. I felt Potter looking very determined at me. I searched for Pansy in the crowd. She was wearing a lot of green and silver and she smiled encouragingly at me. I can do this, I told myself.

The game begins and as soon as whistle goes off, Potter shoots up into the air and is circling through the air looking for the snitch, just as I was doing. A bludger streaks towards Potter. The bludger then continues to aim for him. Like someone had messed with it, but who would be able to do that? I looked at the crowd, who seemed to be as bewildered as me by the aggressive bludger. Then Fred and George start protecting Potter. The Slytherins were then scoring goal after goal. I felt calmer and chuckled. Potter sent me an angry glare, but then had to focus on the recurring bludger again. Come on. Let's find that snitch, I told myself.

I had no success and then the Gryffindor's asked for a time-out.

Flint looked very happy. ""I don't know what got into that bludger, but one thing is for sure: we are scoring point after point and Potter will never get the snitch with those Weasleys trailing him. Come on, Draco, get that snitch, will you? No reason to keep the game going for so long." I nodded embarrassedly.

We were up in the air again. Potter seemed to have realized that having himself trailed would be a sure way to lose the game and he was now spectacularly diving to not have his head bashed by a bludger. I really should get focussed or else Potter would get the snitch before me, even with a trailing bludger. What did Ginny say again? I changed the hold on my broom and got back to flying around. If you can't find the snitch, you can't catch it. So I searched for a golden flash as best as I could. Then Potter got hit by a bludger, but he quickly got back on and pulled for a dive, I then saw a golden flash and I dived in the same direction. Come on.

Potter was much faster and was already outstretching his hand. I could surely give up, right? But then I heard Ginny say, the fight is only over if the other has catched the snitch, not if it really looks like the other is going to catch the snitch. Don't give up too early.

At the moment Harry was going to close his hands around the snitch a bludger came that knocked into Potter. Ouch, that had to hurt. Potter was still on his broom, but was now trailing after me and I could almost get it, If I reached for it. I closed my hand. I did it. I got the snitch! Then I heard a loud crack behind me. Potter had fallen to the ground, his arm sticking in a weird angle. The victory now felt a bit bitter, I only won thanks to that mad bludger.

But when I landed, all Slytherins were cheering loudly and Pansy hugged me fiercely. "You did it! You caught it. You were brilliant." And maybe, for me, I was. Even when I practiced alone or with Ginny, without the distractions of other players, or bludgers or quaffles, I had trouble spotting and catching the snitch, and now in a game I did.

I smiled broadly. I then felt a hand on my shoulders.

"Draco," my father drawled, "That was quite a catch. I knew you had it in you. Congratulations on your first win." My father had his chest puffed and looked proudly at me. My mother drew me in for a hug and whispered softly "I'm so proud of you, sweetie." While Severus gave me a curt nod, which might not seem like a lot, but it showed he was pleased.

Maybe quidditch wasn't so bad.

Then Flint dragged me away. We were going to have a party in the common room tonight. We had won after all.