A/N: Written for the Music Awards 2012-A Competition in the Choir catergory.

The morning of a Hogsmeade weekend dawned early and bright as the students of Hogwarts lined themselves up to walk down to the quaint village. Amongst these students were three huddled together, whispering furiously. This trio of students were notoriously famous for always being in whatever mystery surrounded the school, and always getting out alive and sound. And thus, the school population had unofficially dubbed them 'The Golden Trio'.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were arguing rapidly under their breath, not wanting anyone to overhear them.

"I'm telling you, Malfoy is a Death Eater!" Harry whisper-yelled in exasperation.

"And I'm saying that there's no way he could be one! For one, he's way too young and experienced to be welcomed into their inner circle." Hermione countered back.

"Yes, but he's a student which means he has access to Hogwarts and therefore, Dumbledore too!" Harry said.

"I think you're being too paranoid. He is not a Death Eater!" the bushy-haired girl sighed.

Harry was stopped from giving another argument as it was their turn for Filch to inspect them. He sneered at them before grumpily waving them along.

The argument was put to rest briefly as they walked the familiar paths to their favourite places. Zonko's, the candy store, and the bookstore were among some of the areas they visited. Finally, they ended up in a booth seat in the Three Broomsticks. A flash of white-blond hair caught Harry's eye, and he realized that Malfoy had just entered the store. Their eyes met briefly, exchanging customary disgusted looks at each other, before looking away. And then suddenly, Harry realized that with the pub so crowded, Malfoy would have to take off his thick jacket, and therefore, exposing his upper arm. While Ron and Hermione were involved in another one of their arguments, Harry quietly sipped his butterbeer and discreetly glanced in the direction of the blonde haired boy from the corner of his eye.

"What are you doing, mate?" Ron asked curiously. Hermione was frowned disapprovingly at him when she saw the direction his gaze was pointing in.

"Quiet!" He hissed. "Malfoy's taking off his coat!"

"You don't know how wrong that sounds." Ron muttered, but hushed up quickly.

Slowly, the arm of his jacket lowered and Harry tensed, waiting for the customary black mark to show up clearly against his pale skin. As the jacket was lowered to the seat, the boy-who-lived slumped against his seat in confusion and disappointment. There had been nothing as much as a scratch that marred his skin. Even without lifting his head, he could tell Hermione had her 'I told you so' look and was struggling not to say it out loud.

But, he just didn't understand! His instincts were rarely wrong, and he was certain that Malfoy was a Death Eater. Why else would he keep disappearing on the Marauders Map? His voice didn't seem to be working as he drained the rest of his drink and let his friends lead him back to Hogwarts.

Malfoy was in a gleeful mood as he walked back to the castle at the end of the day. His bodyguards, Crabbe and Goyle, followed him at a distance. They had said some pretty stupid things on the way back, but he felt so triumphant that it didn't even ruin his mood. He practically bounced all the way down to the dungeons, getting him some odd looks from his housemates. He entered the bathrrom with a small smile on his face. Later, as he exited the showers in the Slytherin dorm, he slowly rubbed a location on his upper arm until black could be seen underneath it. He eyed the small container on the counter. The concealer his mother had given him to hide the mark was pretty useful. Perhaps those Mudblood's weren't completely stupid after all. Remembering the look of shock on Potter's face, his face lifted into a grin again and even began humming as he headed for his room.