A/N: I think Harry ought to thank me... originally when I started I debated have Draco and him at the Dursley's at the same time, making Harry's stay there longer and more miserable than usual. (I only decided against it due to events at the end of book 6...)

Miss Extraordinary: Thanks for the review, though I do still feel that you're a better author than I.

Lameth Mornefa: Yes, Ron definitely is the world's biggest git. Or at least something like that, he's not especially nice when it comes to matters concerning Malfoy. (Though he does try to be nice to Hermione, making it a real wonder why through the books they've fought so much.)

Nikelodean: I'm glad that you look forward to reading more!

Sun Kissed Rose: Yeah, in this story Ron really is such a git. Have fun with your first year of high school. Where I go to high school it's not to bad, a bit stressing though. (Eight grade was in the high school at the school I was at before the one I'm at now. It wasn't as great because a good share of the other students were gits, but there were quite a few nice people and my friends there which made it pleasant enough.)

Disclaimer: Harry Potter series and characters belong to J. K. Rowling.

Chapter 6: Problems and Ideas

Draco had managed to grab three of the balls before Vernon Dursley had burst into his room and lunged at him. He had tried to dodge the lunge towards him but ended up tripping and while doing so the three balls that he was holding flew out of his hand... and hit the overly large man, two directly to the face and one to the neck, each making a large banging sound as they hit off of the man and then the rest of the room.

Shortly after (about two seconds) Dudley had appeared at the door wondering what all the noise was. His face lit up when he exclaimed and pointed out the obvious; Draco was going to be in massive trouble. After pointing that out he noticed his father, who was jumping around the room on one foot, clutching his other where one of the balls had hit it, and immediately pursued to seeing that he was alright.

That night Draco ended up sleeping in the broom cupboard under the stairs, after he finished collecting all of the balls and, without any of the Dursleys noticing, sent them all back to Ron.

Off in The Burrow the head of Harry Potter shot up. He quickly stood and bolted to the room that Hermione and Ginny were sharing.

"Hermione," panted Harry, who was out of breath, "I may have just figured something out!"

Hermione and Ginny both looked up at Harry, silent questions being asked by the looks in their eyes.

"Do you remember in our second year when we used the Polyjuice potion?"

Hermione scowled and then slowly nodded her head, Harry could tell she didn't cherish the memory of being turned half cat.

"When Ron and I were with Malfoy he mentioned having very Dark Arts stuff in his manor. He said that it all was kept in a secret chamber below the drawing-room floor! And remember that Lucius Malfoy was the one who gave the first horcrux to you, Ginny," explained Harry in a rush.

Hermione nodded then, catching on. "So you think that Malfoy may be hiding another horcrux or perhaps know where one is," she said.

"Yeah, something like that," agreed Harry.

"So all we've gotta do is trap Draco Malfoy and give him some Veritaserum and then ask him," said Ginny, slightly confused.

"No, Malfoy had said that his father didn't tell him much. He probably doesn't trust Malfoy with the information," said Harry while thinking. "Though we could question him anyway."

"Yeah, we'll just accio him here, and he'll willingly let us tie him up and then drink Veritaserum that we don't have and then we'll proceed question him," said Hermione sarcastically. "Really, we'd do much better to make some and then catch him at Hogwarts sometime. Though he may still not know anything, and the man that would is locked away in Azkaban."

"We're not going to break a Malfoy out of Azkaban, are we?" asked Ginny nervously.

"No," answered Harry, "and I doubt that they'll let us into Azkaban to visit him."

"Besides after his arrest the Ministry searched his manor, right? They've found anything that was there," said Ron from the doorway. "Couldn't sleep," he said after seeing everyone looking at him confused. "And listen, I'm sorry about earlier before you start about that again."

"Ron, isn't that Pig?"

Ron looked at the window that his sister pointed at and saw his owl waiting outside. He ran over and opened the window and then opened up the letter attached to the owl's leg, six balls sprang out and began bouncing around the room making quite a lot of noise.

Quickly the four of them began trying to catch the balls, three hectic minutes later they finished. As they finished Fleur appeared at the door in her nightdress and Charlie appeared a moment afterward, also dressed for bed.

"Mum's gone off to visit Bill at St. Mungo's. Dad came home a bit ago, as you know, but he had to go back to work, urgent call from the Ministry. I was left in charge of you lot," said Charlie. "And Fleur was woken by banging noises and was wondering if anything was wrong."

"What happened, are those our Banging Bounces?" asked Fred as he bounded through the door.

"Brilliant! Though perhaps you should have waited until Hogwarts when you could release them for Filtch!" exclaimed George. "Though your timing was truly brilliant! Dad's gone and Mum has just left!"

Shortly after Fred and George's congratulations were over the crowd disappeared from the doorway to Ginny's room.

"So we're at a dead end now," concluded Hermione, changing the subject back to their discussion before the Banging Bounces.

"Unless we break into Malfoy's Manor," smirked Ginny before Harry could say anything.

"Umm, I feel the same as Ginny does," Harry then said.

"It probably wouldn't be too hard, and if Fred and George make us invisibility stuff..." began Hermione before Ron interrupted her.

"You mean you're not going to try to stop us? You're going to plan it for us? Even though it's illegal and all that," asked Ron, who was clearly stunned.

The brunette looked down, considering the boy's words. "Well..." she finally began, "I don't know... We really shouldn't... and it's not like we'd actually find anything that the Ministry haven't..."

"I thought you weren't talking to him," said Ginny looking over at her troubled friend, who chose that moment to burst out into tears.

"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know! It's all so confusing! What should we do, when should we do it, and, Ron, why are you so immature! I don't know what we're supposed to do!" she sobbed.

"Let's wait off all action until after Bill and Fleur's wedding. And if it helps at all we at least know that both Lucius and Malfoy don't begin with an R, A, or B so we know that he didn't take the horcrux that Professor Dumbledore and I went after," said Harry after carefully considering his words for a few minutes. "Through really it would be funny if we tried to accio Malfoy here, imaging the Dursley's reactions if he suddenly rose into the air and was zooming out of there."

"They'd probably be rejoicing," giggled Ginny.

"L-let's just go to b-bed for tonight and figure it out in the m-m-morning," yawned Ron sleepily.

The group nodded and Ron and Harry headed back to Ron's room, ready for long awaited sleep. Hermione finished the letter to Viktor that she was writing before Harry came and Ginny laid down. All four were ready for a good night's sleep.

Though someone wasn't at all expecting a good night's sleep. That someone was lying down the miserable excuse for a bed that was under the stairs, in the broom cupboard, in the house with the address number four that was on Privet Drive.

Draco wasn't at all expecting a pleasant sleep after the nightmares that he had plaguing him almost every time he laid down to sleep. And if it weren't enough he was out of Chocolate Frogs and all other sorts of chocolate and still had potions to drink. He was starting to feel better but still had to change positions over twenty times each night because the previous was too painful.

"I swear I'm going to hex and then strangle that bloody git the next time I see him," he muttered as he tried to move around in the broom cupboard, which wasn't all that big and had to hold him, his trunk, a makeshift bed and the small bedside table that his five potions rested on top of. ...and that stupid muggle device called a digital clock.

He remembered that when he was running Snape and Potter had gotten into a fight. Potter had been trying to use Cruciatus Curse on Snape. He vaguely wondered why someone like Potter (someone who followed the rules and was always good and couldn't hate) would even attempt the Cruciatus Curse.

He took his potions and fell asleep into a dreamless sleep and awoke before the sun was up. Though he didn't know that, seeing as the broom cupboard didn't have any windows. He drank his potions and then dressed in a pair of baggy black pants with pockets just below the knees and a black t-shirt. Though he knew the Dursley's wouldn't like it he put his wand in the pocket on the right side of his pants, allowing the top two inches to stick out, enough to make them notice it and feel intimidated.

He then proceeded to knock on the locked door until the door opened a crack and the face of Petunia Dursley appeared.

"Might you let me out, Aunt Petunia?" he asked, calling her "aunt" under the orders of Vernon Dursley. He really hated referring to them as if they were family, they were mudbloods, he was a pure-blood. Actually, he wondered why he even listed to the brute of a man.

The woman opened the door though and let him exit. "And you had better be good," she warned.

He looked at her and smirked. "Mudblood," he said defiantly. A look of pure horror crossed her face and Vernon Dursley, appearing behind her, was looking as if expecting someone to break in shouting.

"What did you call me!" Aunt Petunia said in a low, threatening voice.

"Mudblood."

"What in the ruddy h--- does that mean!" boomed Uncle Vernon.

"It's their word for 'dirty blood'," said Aunt Petunia is a whisper. "I heard her mention it. She said that was what other kids sometimes called her."

"You dare call us DIRTY BLOOD boy! You're the one with DIRTY BLOOD!" roared Uncle Vernon.

"Just for you to know, you're Mudbloods, I'm a Pure-Blood and worth more than your whole pathetic lot," said Draco smirking and then forcing a smug look onto his face. Despite his looks he was quite angry and wanted to hex the whole family.

"Pure-blood, that's what they call those of pure wizarding blood," whispered Aunt Petunia.

"Meaning that you, boy, have the dirtiest blood of them all!" boomed Uncle Vernon looking victorious. "And just remember who's housing you before you try to get off with insulting us!"

Draco glared at the two and then walked over to the table and sat down. Fifteen long minutes later he at the few pieces of bacon that they gave him for breakfast. He then turned and walked out the door.

"Arrogant b------," muttered Dudley.

"What was that Diddykins?" asked Petunia.

"Nothing mother," responded Dudley.

A/N: Well I hope that you like it. And I do realize that Draco wears a lot of black, the color compliments him the best. Well I've gotta go now. By the way, I've just thought of something house elfs can't do, laundry, because that would be giving them clothes.

Nanie-san