It's been awhile and I know I said I wanted to post every week but that didnt happen and I'm soooo sorry, and I will try harder. A creative streak stuck me today and I must say I think I like this fic. I've added some actual plot to it so see how it is and please review to let me know how it is.

Riley

Hermione did not look up from her book the next afternoon as Draco walked into the common room. She pretended that he was not even there. After the previous nights events, she just wanted to keep her mind away from him. The vision of him kissing a first year was none too pleasing for her eyes as she shook it away from her thoughts. "Hogwarts, A History" would make her forget everything that happened, for the time being at least. Draco thought otherwise.

"I didn't kiss her, she threw herself onto me!" Draco exclaimed as he walked in, dropping his knapsack next to an arm chair. Hermione flipped a page. "Are you even going to look at me?" he whined. Another page was turned. "Fine" Draco huffed and plopped himself down in the arm chair.

"Did you want something?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow. Draco growled inwardly, glowering at Hermione.

"Just forget about it" he mumbled and pulled out his Advanced Transfiguration textbook and his wand as well as a toad. Hermione watched curiously as Draco pronounced the incantation wrong and the toad became spotted instead of striped. Draco growled in frustration, throwing his wand across the room.

"Maybe you should go see McGonagall" Hermione suggested quietly. Draco turned his attention to her. He sneered at her. Why did she have to have an answer for everything?

"Well, maybe I will" he said, packing up his books in his bag and storming out of their private quarters.

Draco walked down the quiet corridors fuming. He couldn't understand why Granger wasn't falling for him head over heals, or at least wanting to shag him. His thoughts were quickly interrupted when he heard the sound of a female whistling. Draco turned around, looking to see where the noise was coming from, but finding no one in the process. The whistle sounded again.

"Who's there?" Draco called aloud, turning in circles but finding nothing but suits of armor and portraits.

"For head boy you aren't very smart" he heard from behind him. He turned around abruptly to find a woman of about 25 years in a portrait. Although young, she was nothing short of plump. Instinctively he rose an eyebrow. "Oh, intimidating are we? I like that in a man" she said, clearly trying to capture his attention.

"What do you want?" Draco drawled, clearly bored with the portrait and not capturing any 'subtle' hints that she was feeding him. She laid her body out on the couch in what seemed to be a seductive manner. Her rolls were visible as she lifted her skirt to show a bit of thigh.

"I want you, Draco Malfoy. You and only you" she purred, licking her lips, smacking them.

"What do you mean by that?" Draco questioned, buttoning his top button on his shirt. She didn't want some whale looking at him like that.

"I think you know what I mean" she said running a hand up and down her fat thigh. Draco shuddered as he watched her. Finally unable to take the sight any longer he rushed off down the hallway.

"What is wrong with everyone!" Draco exclaimed to himself once he had gotten away from the portrait. Turning the corner he found that he was right in front of Professor McGonagall's office. He knocked steadily, unable to get the previous events out of his mind. Checking his watch he knocked again.

"Come in" said the abrupt snap of the familiar voice of Professor McGonagall. Draco sighed and opened the door walking into the office. Noticing that she had not inhabited Professor Dumbledore's old office, Draco spoke up.

"I thought you would have taken Dumbledore's old office" Draco said looking around at the large space filled with bookshelves and many books. Granger would love it here, he thought to himself. It's a miniature library!

"On the contrary, no. I have come to like my own office over the years of being deputy headmistress and decided to keep my own office. Now, just give me a minute, I must change my robes Mr.Malfoy. I'm done teaching for the day so robes as proper as these do not need to be worn. I may end up spilling ink on them and that would not satisfy me" she said, whisking out a door behind her desk, and closing it behind her.

Draco sighed and began to walk around the room, examining all of the objects held before him, many which had begun to bore him. It was when he came to a glass case entitled "Do Not Open Under Any Circumstances" that his interest perked up. Glancing at the door that McGonagall had exited, Draco strained to listen for her, but could hear nothing but the hustle and bustle of her pacing her room. He turned back to the glass case and opened it quietly. Sitting on the bottom was an old rolled up piece of parchment. Draco picked it up and unrolled it, anticipation filling him.

"Dearest Minerva,

Incase anything should happen to me I want you to know that professionally, it has been a pleasure working with you for all these years and I hope that you will accept the position of Headmistress of Hogwarts. Personally, it has been a great road that we have traveled, but it is my time to go. You will be fine without me. You have Harry, and I have faith that you will be able to help him and support him through these dark times that we must face. The light will shine at the end of the road. There is no need to worry about that. Now, getting down to business. I have already explained how Voldemort has split his soul into seven different horcruxes. In this chest, are the current ones that we have discovered. We have only discovered two, so the remaining 5 are still a mystery. Please keep these safe. I hope that you can accomplish what I was not able to, and that was to find the five remaining horcruxes. I am quite positive that they are from the descendants of the Hogwarts houses. You're a good woman, Minerva, and I shall miss you dearly, but we will reunite again one day, on the other side of the veil.

Sincerely

Albus"

Draco dropped the piece of parchment, his mouth slightly agape. What was this talking about? And what the hell was a bloody horcrux? Draco rolled the parchment back up and placed it on the bottom of the shelf and picked up a tattered diary of sorts that was ripped through the middle and plastered in what looked like stained blood. On the cover he could faintly make out the name 'Tom Marvolo Riddle'. Draco examined it for a moment. Part of Voldemorts soul was in this diary? Maybe it was worth a lot of money, Draco pondered. He placed it back on the shelf, his eyes falling on a large golden ring with a black stone encrusted with a coat of arms. The ring was heavy and cool in his palm and felt smooth as he ran a finger over the edges. It almost gave him a feeling of power. Draco shook off the feeling and placed the ring back on the shelf noticing one more item. He grabbed the chain of a heavy gold locket and examined it. I thought Dumbledore said there were only two items, Draco thought as he unhooked the locket. Another piece of parchment fell out.

"To the Dark Lord

I know I will be long dead before you read this

But I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret.

I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can.

I face death in the hope that when you meet your match,

You will be mortal once more.

R.A.B."

Draco's mouth had hit the floor with that note. He had seen those initials somewhere before. Somewhere in his mansion. Perhaps he could find out who it was and help the good side out and win Hermione over after all.

He quickly closed the case and walked over to his things, completely forgetting the reason why he had been in Professor McGonagall's office to begin with and began to leave when he heard the abrupt call of his name from her room.

"Draco come here, I need some help with getting a book off of a high shelf" Professor McGonagall called. Draco sighed and placed his bag on the floor once more. Why couldn't she just use a summoning charm? Wasn't she supposed to be good at magic?

He opened to door to a dimly lit room. Looking around, he did not see her anywhere.

"Professor McGonagall?" he called, stepping into the room.

Suddenly, the door slammed behind him. Draco turned to see Professor McGonagall leaning against the door in very revealing lingerie. It was not something Draco wanted to see Professor McGonagall in and turned away from the sight quickly.

"I know you would come for me Draco" she purred huskily, moving closer and running her hands up and down his back.

"What are you doing!?" Draco exclaimed, pushing her off of him. Professor McGonagall licked her lips.

"Frisky are we? I like that. I know student-teacher relationships are not permitted, but we can keep this our dirty little secret" she said, moving towards him again. Draco moved as quick as he could and ran out the door.

"I don't think so!" he yelled, picking up his bag and running from the office as quickly as could. What was with everyone lately? Portraits, younger students and now teachers too? Why wasn't Hermione in with the crowd? Draco shrugged it off and continued to his common room.

Finding that Hermione must have decided to go out with her friends, Draco crashed on the couch taking his troubling transfiguration out once more. After a few more minutes of failing to understand the concept of wand movement, Draco closed his book, giving up at least until Hermione came back into the room. It was then that an owl tapped at the window rapidly. Draco walked over, opened the window and untied the scroll from it's leg.

"Mr. Malfoy,

I am pleased to inform you that you have been appointed captain of the Slytherin Quidditch Team. Please schedule tryouts for next week and post them on the common room bulletin board.

Professor Slughorn."

Draco crumpled the letter. He had already figured he would make captain. That part was clear to him, but with not many Slytherin students left it would definitely be harder to make a decent Quidditch team, especially one that would win the Quidditch championship this year. Draco sighed and laid back on the couch. He had no idea what to think of anything anymore.

A/N - Oooo! I wrote plot! One that I think shall be good! And I can make the horcruxes whatever I want because JK has written book 7 yet :) but all of this is totally hers.

Thanks to DaOnleeSam, Tinkerbell111, saphiraemrys, blondiexoxo, kiwiskigirl, sexymama3432, shadowedbeing, and Lady-Crymsyn for reviewing :)

Please review and let me know if you like the idea of such a big plot being involved or not.