Author's Note: Forgive me absence, but I have had a couple of very hectic and stressful weeks. I'm also looking for a good place to go with this story. Constructive reviews more than welcome! This is my first HP story, so any advise would be helpful until I get a good feel for the characters. Sorry this is short, hopefully it's just a fluke for now until I get my writer's block fully removed.

Thank you for reading!

Chapter 5: Making Plans

Weeks passed and still Draco was unable to face the words in the letter from his father.  The only comfort he had right now was watching Hermione in flying class.  She was questionable on a broom and watching her uneasily shake and float able was just too funny to ignore.

            Draco was one of the most talented fliers in the class, part of that coming from the fact he had learnt to fly when he was barely old enough to hold a broom.  He father would take him out on lessons, making sure he knew exactly how to use air currents and such to his advantage.

            Thoughts of those lessons again brought the uneasiness back into his heart.  His father's note again flashed into his mind:

Draco,

You will be needed soon. The time of hiding all you are is coming to an end. Pity you won't be able to finish school, but I don't think they have much more useful lessons to give you anyway. You will soon be beyond anything they could teach you.

Prepare yourself.

Your Father

"Mr. Malfoy!" Draco was startled out of his revere.

"Are you paying attention?" Madam Hooch gave him a suspicious look.

"Of course, Professor." He smiled slightly and continued to watch, now Neville Longbottom work on his hovering.

"I wish for once they would let me just fly from one side of the field to the other. I mean, that's all I'm ever going to do. I have no plans of trying any tricks or showing off." Hermione sat staring at her lunch. She did not have fun at all at the morning's flying lesson, the grass stains on her being more than enough proof of that.

"Come on, Hermione, don't worry about it. We've got biggest things to find out!" Ron was on the edge of his seat. He's wanted to get Malfoy expelled from their very first year and this was a great opportunity. If it could be proven that Malfoy was using the Dark Arts, he would be out of Hogwarts, and perhaps, even get a greater punishment.

"Any thoughts, Ron?" Harry was half paying attention to his food. He was hoping that Ron had learned of some great sneaky trick from Fred and George that they could pull to eavesdrop on Malfoy.

"Maybe if we camped out in the suit of armor by the entrance to the Slytherin common room we could overhear something."

Harry gave him a doubtful look, "Is that all you can think of?"

"Well, do you have any bright ideas?" Ron raised his eyebrow and waited.

"No, I guess not. Hermione?"

She looked up from the stains in her robe, "That armor is big enough for all three of it to fit in with plenty of room to spare." She look at her companions. "Until we think of something better, it's a start."

Ron nodded and Harry hesitantly agreed.