(Everything up till now Colette or Blaise take Draco's place.)

(The night of the duel, Blaise opposes Harry)

Ron and Draco had been giving him advice on what to do during the duel, Draco reminding them of spells that they had forgotten, and Ron attempting to be supportive.

Ron had stopped trusting the Malfoy boy ever since his conversation with Peeves.

"He's a Slytherin, mate you really sure you should trust him?" Ron whispered when Draco left the room to check on something they weren't sure of.

"'Course we can. Remember he's a Gryffindor too."

(Blah blah)

"Half past eleven, we'd better go. Hey Malfoy, you with us?"

"Coming."

(Skip 2 this)

"Go away!" Malfoy snarled at Hermione.

"All right, but I warned you, you just remember what I said when you're on the train home tomorrow you're so-"

(Whatever fat lady's left the portrait)

"Sniff around my sweet, they might be lurking in a corner" it was Filch speaking to Ms. Norris.

Draco motioned for them all to follow him and they scurried to the door away from Filch.

(Neville panics)

"RUN!" Harry yelled and the five of them sprinted down the corridor not looking to see if Filch was following.

(In the charms classroom)

"I think we've lost him." Harry panted leaning against the cold wall and wiping his forehead. Neville was bent double, wheezing and spluttering.

"I-told-you," Hermione gasped "I-told-you,"

"We've got to get back up to Gryffindor tower," Ron said "Quickly as possible."

"Zabini t-tricked you, you know that right?" Draco said to Harry. "That ferret-faced freak never meant to show. Filch knew w-we were going to be there. Z-Zabini must h-h-have tipped him off."

Harry knew Draco was right.

"Let's go!" Neville said fearfully.

They hadn't gone more than a dozen paces when a doorknob rattled and something came shooting out of a classroom in front of them.

It was Peeves. He caught sight of them and gave a squeal of delight.

"Shut up Peeves-please-you'll get us thrown out."

Peeves cackled.

"Wandering around at midnight, ickle firsties? Tut, tut, tut. Naughty naughty, you'll get caughty."

"Not if you don't give us away Peeves please."

"Should tell Filch I should." Said Peeves in a saintly voice, while his eyes glittered wickedly "It's for your own good you know."

"Peeves." Draco spoke. They all looked at him. He motioned and Peeves followed him over. They spoke quietly and Peeves nodded, a wicked grin on his face. Peeves said "You know, Malfoy, if I didn't know any better I'd think you were a poltergeist yourself. I'll do it."

Draco gestured for them to follow at a running pace and they heard Peeves bellow "STUDENTS OUT OF BED! STUDENTS OUT OF BED IN THE CHARMS CORRIDOR!"

"He just gave us away!" Ron wheezed.

"Shut it!" Draco snapped.

(You remember the rest of this)

"Which way did they go Peeves?" Filch was saying. "Quick, tell me."

"Say 'please'"

"Don't mess me about Peeves, now where did they go?"

"Shan't say nothing if you don't say please," said Peeves in his annoying sing-song voice.

"All right-please,"

"NOTHING! Haa haa! Told you I wouldn't say nothing if you didn't say please. Ha!"

Peeves swooped off and Filch cursed. Harry felt Draco tug at his robes' sleeves.

"What?" He turned, and then saw, quite clearly,-what.

They were in a corridor. The forbidden third floor corridor. Now they knew why it was forbidden. Harry thought for a moment he had walked into a nightmare. This was just too much. He stared into the eyes of a monstrous three headed dog, a dog that filled the space between ceiling and floor. Three pairs of twitching noses, rolling mad eyes and enormous jaws filled with enormous teeth.

Draco snarled at it, and then he looked over at the rest of them. "Get out of here. Fast. Move!" He shoved Ron to the door.

"Go. Out. Now. Move it Longbottom! Hurry up Miss Granger." His voice got them all over their shock at seeing the massive dog. They fled the corridor, and flew through the halls, back to Gryffindor tower.

The Fat Lady was back. She looked at them in surprise. "Where on earth have you all been?"

"Doesn't matter." said Draco, his voice a low growl. "Pig snout."

They all piled in once the portrait moved. They sat there in silence, until Ron spoke "What do they think they're doing, keeping that thing in there?"

"Didn't you all see what it was standing on?" Draco asked curiously.

"The floor? I'm sorry; I was too busy with its heads."

"No not the floor," said Hermione, her bad temper back. "You didn't use your eyes did you? It was standing on a trapdoor! It was obviously guarding something."

(You remember the rest of this)

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