A/N: Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything of the Harry Potter series. JK Rowling does.

September 7

Head's room

Rather uneventful so far. The morning was a light breakfast, scones and some fruit. I learned how to play exploding snap. Ron still can't believe I beat him, he's quite adoreable when he's angry, my prize was some chocolate frogs I ate with Ginny later. I've had to push away six, yes six, girls away from stalking the room. Goodness, who in their right mind would want him? I've put a charm up to keep them away, it's gotten to that. I tried to tell Malfoy to lay off the charmboy routine after dinner.

"What? Jealous?" He said rising an eyebrow.

"As if I would be jealous of that." I scoffed. "But I can't have these girls coming here, expecting something every night. You can go back to your regular schedule when this mess is over and we go back to having seperate rooms."

"And why not?" He said with interest.

"Hello? Because your right up there and I'm a girl. It would be disgusting." I explained while shaking my head in disgust. A bad image came to my mind, I would look up erasing charms once I could go to a library.

"Then why don't you go bunk with Weasel or Potter? I'm sure one of them would take a flithy mudblood in like you." I glared at him.

"If your referring to Harry, no. He and I are good friends and that's all we will ever be. Ron is my boyfriend though and he respects my choices." He scoffed. "Don't scoff at him! He's ten times the man you are." He rolled his eyes. "I'm staying right here, and you're not getting any girls. I've gone my whole life without what you do. If I've lived that long without it, you can deal." Before I could see what he would do in response, I left.

Now hopefully after they blow out the lights, I can spy a bit. No one is giving us any answers and we can't get the papers through. If I can find the passage Snape used...I could go from here to the dungeon and work my way up possibly! Or better yet, it goes off into the House common rooms! But still if there's one passage way, there are bound to be dozens more. If only I could find that map Harry had, can't remember the name...then it would save me all this trouble! Oh well, I plan to figure this out. But now I'm going to go. It might mean breaking into the teacher rooms...me breaking in...who would've thought those words would be connected me?

Blast it all!

I got to the teacher's room alright. I wasn't really worried about that part because with the help of a couple sleeping and silencing charms, I was in. I didn't find any paper work of value that I could possibly read to help figure this all out. I did find a passage way though. I knew it would be near Dumbledore. Because one: If the teachers wanted to hide something, they would be around it 24/7. And if it was very important, it would be protected by the most important person. That would be Dumbledore. I quickly patted the walls. Nothing. I looked around. Think Hermione, what do you know about secret passages? They can be activated by moving a single object that looks out of place! What seemed out of place about this room? There was a book out of place. I opened the book and I heard some stone moving. Bingo. A passage way was in this place. I knew it!

So here I was, with my wand lit so I could see, in this dark hallway. Once again I walked for what seemed like hours and then finally I ended up in the Gryffindor Common Room. I knew it! My eyes were getting ajusted to the light difference when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I jumped about a mile, tripped in the process, and fell flat on my face. The person who tapped me on the shoulder began to laugh. Wait I knew that laugh...way too well in fact...

"Malfoy!" I whispered, pulling myself together and standing up. I smacked him arm with my hand.

"Granger...oh that was priceless!" he said, double overing with laughter. I glared at him, what was he twelve?

"Do you want to get caught?" I questioned. What he had done would've been perfect for anyone on the prowl to do harm.

"Of course not Granger, I'm not stupid. I'm here for the same reason you are." he said simply, twirling his wand around in his hand.

"And that would be...?" I said, leaning against the wall, still catching my breath.

"To figure this mess out."

"Your father is a Death Eater, wouldn't he have told you by now?"

"What makes you think my father told me about this?" I rolled my eyes.

"Stop being stupid, everyone knows he's a high ranked Death Eater."

"So?" he questioned. "Doesn't mean he has fireside chats with me and explains the playbook of the war to me."

"He works for He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. He has to be in on this and he probably told you something about it. You're probably a mole in the system." I said throwing mental darts at him.

"And who is this He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?" he asked. I gave him a look.

"You know." I said simply. I can write down his name fine but saying it outloud is one thing, especially with the attack on the school. For all I know, I could lead the villian here because I say his name.

"Aw, is Granger having a little problem with saying his name?" he said as if I were a three year old. He chucked his tongue at me and gave me a sarcastic sympathic look.

"No." I said defiantly.

"I think she does." He said, coming closer. Any closer and I swore I would break his arm. "Say it with me, Mudblood, Vol-de-mort. Or maybe that's too advanced, in that case it's V-o-l-d-e-m-o-r-t." I glared at him.

"I don't need a spelling lesson. You want me to say his name?" He nodded, looked like he was dying to see this. "Voldemort." I said softly.

"What was that Granger? I can't hear you."

"Voldemort." I said a bit louder.

"Must be some kind of ventalation, because I can't hear a word your saying..."

"VOLDEMORT. OKAY! V-O-L-D-E-M-O-R-T. VOLDEMORT!" I took a breath. "Happy!"

"No need to shout Granger." he smirked. Oh Merlin I let him win. Blast! Suddenly the painting started to swing open and Malfoy covered my mouth with his hand and pulled me into the shadows. What the- I stopped thinking when I saw some dark figures enter the room. Suddenly it was ice cold. The happiness of the room had been sucked out. Dementors. My eyes grew wide. Oh God. I'm going to die! And I'm going to die...with Malfoy of all the people! The figures seemed to be searching for something. As they came closer with each step. Malfoy hugged my tighter against him. I thought they would find us for sure, and I closed my eyes. Time passed. Nothing. It was just silence. Malfoy's hand wasn't on my mouth anymore.

"Am I dead yet?" I whispered and opened my eyes. The figures were gone from the Common Room. Maybe this is heaven for me. I read that it appears to many people as different things. Then I saw Malfoy.

"No I couldn't have gone to hell!" I whined. He smirked.

"Save the drama Granger. This isn't hell. You didn't die. Of course it would help this school more than I can say if you did." I glared at him. I walked over toward the center of the room where moonlight was plenty and I could get a better look at things. All the chairs had been turned over. Some of the wood used for them were scattered a bit. But otherwise the place was alright in condition.

"They were looking for something." I said out loud. "But what were they looking for?"

"Don't ask me." Malfoy said.

"I wasn't asking you. I was talking to myself." I explained.

"You know, talking to yourself is the first stage of losing your sanity."

"It helps me figure out things."

"Denial is the second stage." he said, counting it off on his fingers. I walked back up to him.

"You're really annoying, I don't know why you haven't caught onto that." I said. It seemed like there was nothing here and I hoped to move on but then I caught a glimspe out the window where I could see sunlight mixing with the moonlight.

"Blast!" I exclaimed. "We have to get back!" I re-entered the passageway, Malfoy behind me. We quickly went back to our room as I reversed the spells I had used on the teacher's rooms. I prayed no one would notice our hasty entrance to our room. Once the door was closed, I turned to Malfoy.

"You know this whole thing is a bust. I could've probably solved this whole thing tonight, but no I have to meet you and spend all my valuable snooping time arguing with you! So this failure is all because of you." He rolled his eyes.

"Hardly."

"And why is that?"

"Because you had a choice. You could've ignored me, but no Granger you chose to talk to me. So actually it's your own fault."

"Well I'm not the one stalking people. Good night." I said turning away and got into bed.

"Night night, Mudblood." I rolled my eyes and prayed that sleep would come to me fast.