Harry glanced at Slughorn and added the wolfsabane to the polyjuice potion that he was making in potions class. He was sitting at his table alone. Ron and Hermione had deserted him, and Draco had a reputation to uphold. Harry smiled and added his hair. Soon, the class cleared out of the dungeon, and Harry walked to Slughorn.

"Sir, what can you tell me about this map?" Harry asked. And muttered the charm.

Slughorn glanced down at the parchment In Harry's hand.

"Harry! Where did you get that? That is amazing. It's the proof I've been looking for!"

Harry gave a puzzled look, and drew back.

"Harry, that is the practically unknown eighth floor of Hogwarts. Harry, years ago I received a similar map. These markings, though, they are…?"

"Err…well, sir, they are err… the horcruxes. The horcruxes of Tom Riddle."

"HARRY! You can't be serious. That he-who-must-not-be-named preserved soul is HERE? In the castle?"

"It seems that way, sir"

"Alright, Harry, the eighth floor is a secret, secluded part of Hogwarts, and no one has ever found the way in. I expect, though, that someone must have found the way if Horcruxes are there. Harry, if anyone can find a way, I think it can be you I f you are looking for the way to kill you-know-who."

"Sir, it is extremely important that you tell me everything you know about this. I need to get the pieces of soul. My mother, sir, I can finally avenge her murder."

Slughorn looked down. " Harry, you know if I knew anything, I would tell you. All I know is that this is a smaller version of the first floor of the castle. You will have to find the entrance and navigate yourself, now, drink the potion and transform for full marks.

Soon, two Draco Malfoys were roaming the first seven floors of Hogwarts. Harry was walking toward the dungeon, and Draco was already in his dorm room, changing.

"Hey, big boy." A voice called from the staircase. The real blond turned to the boy with rapidly darkening hair. The smile was so wide that Harry thought he heard a crack.

An hour later, Harry was in the room of requirement and next to him, the most beautiful person in all of Hogwarts, if he did say so himself, and he did.

"Draco?" Harry asked quietly.

"Yes, Harry?"

"Draco, you come from a long line of Hogwarts students. Have you heard of the eighth floor?"

"Harry, I need you to know that I am close to my father, but I will do all in my power to betray him. I hate him and all he stands for. He was my teacher. He KILLED, Harry, He killed innocent people. It's in my blood to be a snob, its how I grew up. I don't know what to do, Harry, but I will help."

"Draco. I need you to look at this map. Those marks are…err...special to me."

"Harry," Draco smirked, " I know what they are. Voldemort and are he stands for need to die. The Gryffindor tower is said to contain the entrance to the eighth floor. Only one person has ever found it. He happens to be my father. He suggested that you-know-who hide the horcruxes there. I heard this story as a small child. Harry, the password was parsletongue. I don't know if it is anymore, but it was guarded by all he-who-must-not-be-named could manage. Harry, you have to look the opening in the eye and say 'horcrux' in parsletongue."

Harry answered this information with the most passionate kiss Hogwarts has ever seen.

AN: Please just review.