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Help was coming from the inside. That's all that could explain it. Owls were still allowed, but in no instances were the staff able to stop mail from arriving.

Help was coming from the inside.

How? No one knows. Why? No one knows. Where? No one knows. Who? No one knows. To whom?

… Voldemort.

All there was were speculations. How was You Know Who or this traitor getting wizards out of the school? Why were they doing this? Where are they being taken? Who's helping them?

A silent and accusative voice rang in everyone's head as they tried to answer these questions: Malfoy.

Malfoy was talented and a seventh year and getting the best of most his teachers. His father was in Azkaban and revenge against Muggles was just what he would do. Malfoy has dozens of places to confine people in. Malfoy must be helping You Know Who.

The Ravenclaws speculated, linking ideas and events together. Malfoy's were the most traditional and proud of their ways.

Gryffindors knew, just by their prejudices against the blonde boy. Malfoy was the Slytherin deity; none of them were disappearing; Malfoy must be protecting them.

Hufflepuffs tried not to judge, but all came to the same conclusion. Slytherins were bad.

The Slytherins? They couldn't care less who was doing it; they were safe for the time being and this so-called villain was doing a terrific job. Must congratulate Draco.

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"This is ridiculous! Do you know what they say about you?!? It's…" Harry couldn't find the word. Hermione was listening to anything and everything but this conversation. Definitely not eavesdropping.

"Gossip." Malfoy finished for him. "Calm down, Potter. It's not as if they can prove anything. I am, after all, the perfect suspect for such crime."

"You look flattered." Harry said in disgust.

"That's because I am." Draco explained while batting his eyelashes to an extent that made Harry fairly uncomfortable.

"You're not…" Harry had to ask.

"Of course not!" Draco answered in outraged. "You think I would help the likes of them?"

"We need to do something!" Harry whined earning a strict look from Ginny.

"Well then, oh wise one; what do you suggest we do?" Draco muttered.

Harry stayed silent.

"Perhaps the ladies would have any ideas?" Draco courteously asked. "Or perhaps I shall give you a further five minutes to let the news we've told you sink in even further."

"Ron?" Ginny asked, not quite able to for a coherent sentence.

"Weasel's not part of this; the only reason I stand you any more than him is The Boy Who Lived here chose you as his lucky partner." Draco spat out bluntly.

"Why am I here then?" Hermione asked coyly, looking at him in a very un-Gryffindor-like way.

Just like that they were all right with each other again. Why couldn't Hermione and Malfoy be… normal? Harry had not idea what had happened between them to cause this outburst of sassiness and had no idea whether to be thankful or not.

"Because you, you sassy witch, are blessed – nay, gifted! – with the honor of being my partner." Draco replied haughtily, returning her gaze. Harry felt even more uncomfortable as the three around him laughed joyously and he was standing their releasing nervous chuckles.

"And me?" Harry changed the subject.

"You are Wonder Boy." Draco explained. "We need someone remarkably stupid and…" Draco couldn't find the word.

"Reliable?" Harry filled in. Typical of Draco to have one of the widest vocabulary he'd seen, second only to Hermione, and not know any synonyms for loyal. Probably why he's second against Hermione.

"Yeah right, Potter." Draco grimaced. "Like that's actually a word."

Hermione and Ginny's eyes bulged. After blinking several times both the girls found either the floor tiles or curtain patterns immensely interesting, too interesting to possible correct Draco; leaving Harry to the task.

"No, Malfoy." Harry sighed at the look of skepticism on Malfoy's face. "Forget it. Let's start planning or something."

Draco scoffed.

"That coming from you Potter, I don't know whether to clap or frown." Draco frowned openly, suggesting otherwise. Hermione laughed slightly too much at this.

"Get serious, Malfoy." Ginny commanded. Draco arched an eyebrow towards her, but showed no further actions that he heard her or even acknowledged her existence.

"I'm sure all you have heard of charms to ward Mudbloods away from certain estates and places." Draco began. The air shifted subtly and his voice transformed into a more serious tone.

"Like in someone's manor?" Ginny provoked. Draco still showed no sign he heard her.

"The Deatheaters could be using a similar charm, only distorted slightly to kidnap." Draco went on. Hermione held her breath; but Harry was sure he was the only one who noticed.

"But what about-" Hermione interrupted.

"Yes. Patience." Draco silenced. "The list could've been duplicated and they could be going by that also. We're hoping it's the latter method."

"Do you have a copy of it still with you?" Hermione asked.

"Yes."

"But you said it was taken care of!" Harry cried in outburst.

"It is, only I can reach it this way, Potter. Or a Malfoy with an identical bloodline to me; Father. He's currently locked up, so even a polyjuiced clone of me or him won't work; it's taken care of." Draco explained lazily. "In fact, I must really be going."

As they were about to object, Draco continued unfazed.

"Meet me in my room at midnight. We'll carry on this discussion from then." Draco announced. Hermione followed him, whispering something in his ear; something about it suggested they were slightly more intimate than just partners.

As soon as they were gone, Ginny realized something.

"We don't have a clue where his room is."

"Hermione does." Harry answered, grimacing.

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"I see you got here in one piece." Draco offered as they entered his room. The eerie glow coming off the large dome on the ceiling was enough to make Ginny nervous.

"You changed the place!" Hermione squealed with delight, eyeing the differences, giddy with excitement that she was finally invited back here. Harry and Ginny were only a setback.

The lighting, for one, was definitely different. The carpet was now lined with velvet and many littel changes adorned the room. Including a moving picture that caught her eye and made her heart swell and her breath uneven.

"Aren't the heads supposed to share dorms?" Ginny asked. "Where did you disappear to all these times, leaving the Gryffindor commons at night?"

"I like to stay with my Slytherins. My people need me." Draco answered simply.

"I got the whole place to myself." Hermione revealed grinning.

"What?!? I put charms on my private bedroom." Malfoy seemed to emphasize private. "There are some things in there you are not meant to see. It could steal a girl, much less a Gryffindor's, innocence!" Draco declared in outrage.

"It's not like you're using it!" Hermione answered indignantly.

They were squabbling already. As if nothing was wrong.

"Shut up." Ginny muttered, annoyed.

Draco glanced at her, astonished.

"You bought her here?" He pointed at Ginny as if she was some vile insect while talking to Harry.

"She's my partner." Harry stated.

"I'm supposed to care? It's after hours. Raid the girls' dormitories in you own time, Potter."

"Malfoy." Harry growled.

"Calm down." Draco eased.

"The list…" Hermione reminded, seating herself on his bed. Harry stared at her and Hermione just blushed. Ginny noticed this and looked away and counted to ten.

"Yes." He revealed the parchment. "Let's see…" he seated himself beside Hermione and she looked over his shoulder. Harry gulped and Ginny decided to count to 20.

"Look; there!" Hermione pointed to a section on the parchment, inching even closer to Malfoy. Harry breathed in deeply, forcing himself not to close his eyes and run away. Ginny was forced to do the same. "Matthew Davis, Richard Peeling, Hope Dawnings and… Hermione Granger."

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Can you guess what they're planning on doing? Hmmm? It's fairly easy, I left some clues and hints!!!