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Me, Ron and Hermione had made a plan to meet outside their common room with the invisibility cloak to go down the trap door tonight. I wasn't sure what we were going to find down there but I was sure it couldn't be good, though I didn't support Harry on the idea of it being Snape. There was a certain darkness and bitterness to Snaps, but I believed he was far too loyal to Dumbledore to care for a stone, whatever powers it held.

I was waiting in my room for everyone to settle down in their dorms so I could sneak out to meet them, and when it sounded like everything had quietened down, I snuck out the door quietly so I didn't wake Daphne and headed down to the common room. When I got there I was startled to see Malfoy still slouched across one of the sofas. I hadn't spoken to him since the night we went into the Dark Forest. I let out a frustrated sigh, for I didn't have time for his complaints. I would have turned back up to the dorm to wait for him to go to bed, if he hadn't already spotted me standing on the staircase.

"Sneaking around again, Potter?" he said, flicking his wand around in his hands. I stood there stupidly watching him, waiting to see how he was going to react. He glanced up at me on the staircase frowning."Aren't you coming down, then?" and so I idiotically trudged down the stairs to slop on the sofa beside him.

"You know, I don't want to fight with you Potter," he explained, and I just stared at him waiting for his point. It could never be that simple with Malfoy, it could never be just 'I don't want to, so I won't', there was always a but. "But if you keep this up I won't be able to help you."

"I never asked for your help in the first place," I snapped, and he turned to glare at me as I had been the one to put up my defences too quick this time, for he had been talking fairly calmly. So I sunk back into the sofa sheepishly.

"You're a Slytherin Nikola, and we look out for each other."

"It didn't seem that way when you got me put in detention the other night," I replied, more slowly this time, trying to stay calm and holding in the urge to snap at him.

"I was curious, you and the Gryffindors have been sneaking around a lot lately. As for telling, well I suppose I wasn't as over the whole Notts thing as I thought," he admitted, and I frowned at his calmness, waiting for the part where he pins me back to snark something horrible about my parents. But he didn't.

"I don't understand why that's still such a deal with you?"

"Because-" he paused, and clenched his jaw as he thought. "I don't trust him."

"Thought you two were on good terms now?"

"I don't trust him with you," he said, glancing at me. We held eye contact for a moment, his blue eyes glistening with the orange flame from the fireplace. I wasn't sure what to say, I trusted Theo, although I hadn't spoken to him personally since the kiss. He turned to me.