It was late, but Draco was finding it increasingly hard to sleep. It didn't help that there was some couple down the hall giggling and the like. It also didn't help that Potter couldn't sleep either. It didn't matter that there was a thick brick wall in-between their quarters, Draco had extremely sensitive ears and even the slightest sound woke him up. Right now he could hear Harry rummaging through his books, and figuring he wouldn't get any sleep until his raven-haired colleague did, he went over to his desk and went over the lesson plan.

They had the forth years first thing, and Harry had insisted that they do a gym class sort of thing with them, and after that the seventh years were taking a math exam (Draco had taken it, and received a mighty 40%; Harry had taken great joy in telling him he failed). Lunch was, well, lunch, and then Draco got to pick what they did with the fifth years. So far he had nothing. He had played with the idea of pulling out a bunch of cameras and letting them go wild. Well, maybe not completely wild, they would have to have a theme…he should be writing this down. Three hours later he had the whole lesson plan written out. Ah, he was a genius.

Now all he needed to do was figure out what to do with the sixth years.

~*~

"By the pricking of my thumb….something wicked this way comes…", Blank faces greeted Harry's proposition. "Ok, that's it, before the exam, you all have to go find out who said that, exactly. And who wrote it. Go…busy yourselves." All the students groaned, but turned to their books just the same. Harry had a feeling that they might not get to the math exam as planned. But alas, he was a Shakespeare fan and if they didn't know THAT line, then they would be doomed. In his opinion anyways.

"What have you done to them?" Asked a rather shocked (and much younger) Professor Mcgonagall, whom Harry had not realized was there.

"Shh, Harry's got them set out on a little quest" Draco said, motioning towards the board. Harry had written the aforementioned verse on it in big block letters with the "assignment" underneath in his untidy scrawl.

"So basically he's making them look up classic literature?" Mcgonagall asked, mildly amused as she surveyed the bent heads.

"AH-HAH!" Sirius exclaimed, "So it's Classic Literature, eh? Well, let me tell you, I will no longer be looking through these magazines, oh no! You try to be tricky, but I see right through you….right through…"

Harry, who had looked up hopefully at Sirius' initial out break had turned back disappointedly, shaking his head as his godfather rambled on about the teachers "trickiness".

"What had you wanted, then?" Harry asked his former teacher.

"Well, I was asked to inform you of a last minute teachers meeting to be held at lunch concerning the growing threat of Voldemort…"

Draco's eyebrows raised, and Harry made a sort of gagging sound. Draco snickered. Harry hit him. Mcgonagall stared. Harry apologized, and Draco tried to explain.

"he has, erm, issues, so to speak, with the dark lord…."

"Hmm," Mcgonagall said, watching Harry who was now trying to help the students without giving away the answer, "Well, perhaps he'll share with us what he knows of him."

"Perhaps…" Draco said absently.