Draco's POV

I must admit I knew about Pansy and Parvati. Pansy told me and I've been helping to keep the secret a secret. They're really cute together.

Okay… now it's Pansy's turn. If she picks me then I know what she's gonna ask me. One day I will murder her…if I didn't love her like a sister. Oh Merlin, she is asking me!

"I know what you're gonna ask me if I say truth, and I also know what you'll make me do if I say dare. Trouble is, which do I want to do least? Oh what the hell, truth."

Pansy smiled at me. Oh no I was in for it now. She already knows all my secrets.

"Draco, I will refrain from asking you the question I was intending to ask you this time round. Instead I charge you, I already know this secret but I will refrain from revealing it here, all I ask is that you tell us when it started, because I do not know."

I replied as honestly as I could. "The secret I think you are referring to began halfway through third year. Okay my turn."

On and on the game went, through most of the night. I definitely found out things about my companions that I didn't know. Crabbe even dropped his dumbass act and uncovered the side that Pansy and I knew; his gentlemanly side. Luckily I was spared from spilling my secret about a certain member of the group.

Eventually Ginny dropped off to sleep on Hermione…coincidence? I don't think so. And we therefore decided to stop playing. Most people fell asleep in the chairs made up like lounges. I wasn't that tired however.

As quietly as I could I slipped off the desk and went to the cupboard, it being the only thing of interest in the room. Slowly I opened the door. Unfortunately it creaked and I glanced around the room to see if I had woken the others. I don't know why I was being so secretive; I just didn't want to wake the others.

My eyes met those of Hermione. She wasn't asleep, but she couldn't move without waking Ginny whose head was in her lap. I smirked at her and opened the doors of the cabinet.

I began to explore the contents. Old text books, rolls of parchment, quills, ink, average things. Then I noticed a closed off section at the top. It was too high to reach so I brought a chair over and stood on it and prised the doors open. It was really hard; the hinges were rusted through.

What was inside resembled the decorations in my fathers study. Skulls. Lots of them. Bottles of what looked like dangerous potions. Black spell books. An ornate silver necklace in the shape of some weird creature with twinkling rubies for eyes laid on a purple velvet cushion. A silver dagger next to it on the cushion also inlaid with rubies. I thought I could see some dried blood on the blade, which still looked sharp.

This looks like cult stuff. Maybe a faction of students had gone really bad and formed some sort of club here using all this stuff.

Further in I found a skeletal arm with a golden ring on the forefinger. The gem in this artefact was large and green and wasn't dusty like the arm itself; instead it was bright and shiny as though it had recently been polished. That was odd. I could feel the magic pulsing from the jewellery and dagger. As with several magical artefacts I didn't dare to touch it with my bare hands. Instead I picked up the arm itself and moved it forward to the cushion. For a long time I stared at the objects. Red and silver, and green and gold. Slytherin and Gryffindor reversed. I puzzled over this and was too tired to worry about it tonight. I closed the cabinet and set up my own chair lounge.

Hermione had gone to sleep by now. I gently eased her into a more comfortable position and settled down myself. I would figure it out in the morning. With a lot of help from Hermione.