Not edited, I posted this right after I finished it. See end of chapter for bribes and apologies.

Following the dank, gloomy corridors of the Dungeons to the Slytherin dormitories; Draco Malfoy was entertaining thoughts that were just as pleasant as the levels of the school he now prowled.

He had just come from a Christmas visit home cut short. It was only he and his mother this year, but one of his father's friends who naturally happened to be a Death Eater, stopped in to speak in hushed tones to his mother.

The man spoke of the Dark Lord and his loss in minions. As he started his second rise with already a small number of Death Eaters, this was a devastating blow to Voldemort. He said, in a low voice, that the Dark Lord was losing his touch. People were starting to lose faith in their leader, since it had already been two years and no real progress had been made; Potter still lived and they had failed in retrieving the Prophecy. Worst of all, there were rumors that Potter had managed to throw off possession by the Dark Lord.

Draco wanted his father out of prison. But he was still considered a child and wouldn't even really be recognized as a Death Eater till he was seventeen. If things were getting as desperate as that man had said (Narcissa had made sure his traitorous talk was known about after he left), drastic measures were needed to tip the scales in their favor again. Draco was prepared to take those measures.

In his hand he clutched a small goblet, containing the violent liquid known as Polyjuice Potion. In it floated the hair of one Neville Longbottom. He wouldn't need long; just long enough to get into Potter's trunk and take that lovely map he had gotten wind of from Wormtail.

This wouldn't win them immediate victory, but something that was of use to the Other side would certainly benefit their own. The thing that was really important in this was a small area on one of the outer walls of the school. The charms and spells cast on the school were weak there; it was the only weak spot Draco had managed to find. Different times of the day he would go there and try to expand it. It had grown five inches in the last five months. Eventually it would be big enough to let a full grown man through, who could then put his efforts to letting something…nastier in. A small army could get through, unnoticed. Draco would give them Hogwarts on a silver platter.

He would prove his worth as his father's son and a Death Eater.

Jogging down the steps to the Entrance Hall, Harry noticed that the front doors were left wide open. On the threshold sat the same white cat that had been in his room earlier. As he neared, the cat stood up and curled around his legs, purring. Harry bent to give him an affectionate scratch behind the ears, but the cat bounded off into the snow covered landscape in front of them.

Harry followed after it, not bothering to rush, since he was knew that this cat was leading him to the lake, and the person he was too meet. There was a breeze and it refreshed him as he walked; after sitting in the castle for so long, it was nice to be out in the fresh air. He could feel his face growing hot as the wind stung his cheeks.

Eventually, he came upon the moonlight lake, frozen around the beach line but still flowing free in the middle. He could see, in the distance, one of the giant squid's tentacles waving in the air. Someone was sitting on its edge in the snow, and for a wild second he thought it was a Veela, with the way the pale light was reflected on her hair. But then he realized it was Luna; that was ok, it made him extremely happy. He called out to her, not bothering with hushed tones. They atmosphere made him feel carefree, which he hadn't felt since he first came to Hogwarts.

She turned, dressed in her winter robes and her wand stuck behind her ears. "Hello, Harry."

Wandering the halls of Hogwarts wasn't something Neville Longbottom saw himself doing six years ago, but here he was, against his better judgment, keeping to the shadows and slinking up towards an old cupboard, which was thumping and quivering ominously. He peered at it from around a corner, licking his lips nervously and cracking his knuckles.

Jumping out from behind his shelter, he brandished his wand at the cupboard and the door shot open, only to reveal Snape, snarling at him and coming at him with his own wand.

"Riddikulus!" Neville bellowed, and the Boggart was styling the usual green dress and red handbag. It tipped in the shoes. Neville exploded with giddy laughter, and the Boggart was no more. He raised his wand to his lips and blow on the tip before stowing it back into his pocket.

Back up in the Room of Requirement, people were once again settled on the comfy cushions, sharing chocolate and stories about their Christmas gifts. They slowly began to filter out, as the time went on, promising to meet up tomorrow for a new D.A. lesson.

It was nearly midnight when Ron and Harry finally stood, massaging their backs after a long game of Wizard Chess. Ron won.

"Guess I'll get going to bed. Night!" Harry said cheerfully, and began to walk out, chatting lightly with Luna.

Ron met Hermione's brown eyes and she smiled at him. He felt his face getting hot, but he was almost giddy with joy, so he smiled back at her.

Oh yeah, he thought, turning away from her and watching Harry and Luna. He waited…waited. Then: "OI! Harry!"

Harry and Luna stopped and turned to look at him. Ron could feel his smile turning evil. He raised his finger to point. "Mistletoe."

Harry and Luna blinked and looked up. The innocent looking sprig hung above them, waiting for its next victim…

"Huh," said Harry. He looked at Luna, she looked at him.

"It's the rules," Ron pointed out, enjoying his revenge.

Harry felt the corners of his lips quirking up. "True…Wouldn't want to upset the nutter House Elf, would we?" He asked Luna. She nodded her head, serious.

So he gently placed his hands on her waist, her arms found their way around his neck and he kissed her. A few seconds later they parted, their eyes meeting.

He turned to Ron. "Ha!"

Wtf, you must be thinking. Is that the end? Yes, I'm afraid it is. I'm really sorry I wasn't able to go further with it, but you know how hard it is to write something when you've lost interest. Don't get me wrong, I still love the world of Harry Potter; my copy of HBP is all pre-ordered. Anyone who's ever written anything knows what it's like when the evil writer's block hits.

If you still all feel like putting up with me, I'll be putting something out after I get through HBP, so keep an eye out. Still think about doing a crossover, too. Thank you very much for reading and reviewing this, your reviews made me very happy. hugs and cookies for all And I'm sooo horribly sorry about this weird chapter, too.

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