Draco Malfoy and the Gryffindor Chaser

Chapter Eight: The Missing Mirror

You spent the whole day thinking about your night adventure, with an excitation you didn't want to admit.

You made Ron promise to give you the cloak discretely this night in the common room, not telling anyone. You went to bed earlier under Harry and Hermione's surprised expressions the evening, to try to sleep a bit and not be too tired the day after; but of course, you didn't manage to close your eyes. You saw the hours pass and heard everyone go to sleep before estimating it was now time to meet your friend down there.

You silently uncovered your still dressed form and took your cape before escaping the room, making sure no one woke up.

The fire in the pit illuminated the stairs as you went down; the common room was empty, except the couch in the corner where were sitting Ron and... Harry.

You threw looks to the ginger-haired boy, who directly bit his lip. You cleared your throat.

"Hello again, Harry. What are you going up this late?"

He cocked an eyebrow: "I don't know, what about you?"

He didn't seem hurt you didn't talk to him about your plan judging his expression – and the fluffed-up silver material in his arms.

"Does Hermione know about it?"

Ron chuckled: "I think if she did, she would be right there yelling all the reasons why it is a bad idea."

You sighed.

"No need. I know it's a bad idea."

Harry walked to you and unfolded the Invisibility Cloak in front of you; it looked like a cascade made of velvet. "I cannot forbid you to do it, so I guess I have to give you all the chances to succeed."

"Honestly, you would be misplaced to judge me for this." You smiled at him, grateful, as you took the fluid material, then threw it on you.

You turned and shouted: "If I'm not there tomorrow morning, it's because I'm probably kept in Filch's office."

Both laughed as they saw the portrait open when you left the room.

You started walking in the corridors slowly, the moon and some lighted torch here and there enlightening your path.

Everything was calm; no ghosts crossed your path, and the only noise you heard was the torches crackling and howls howling from time to time.

You don't know how much time you walked nor how many corridors you crossed, but no magic door appeared like last time. You sighed deeply and started to consider going back to the tower when you heard voices further. You knew you were invisible, but went flush against the wall and pricked up your ear.

The voices weren't whispered, not wanting to be discrete. You arrived at a corner and passed your head only.

"Thank you for your time, professor."

"Salute your father for me and see you next week, Draco."

Snape gave him a slight nod of the head and left, Draco heading to the other way – right on you.

You went back against the wall and thought. A voice inside your head told you it was a very bad idea. You bit your lip.

The steps got closer to you and the blond-haired boy passed in front of you, carrying on straight ahead, his cloak floating behind him.

Shit.

You quickly ran after him and grabbed the hem of the cloak, lifting it. As he was taller than you, you jumped and threw it above his head.