The Devil's Book

A/N -- I hope you like it. Unless I type a lot tonight there probably won't be another update for awhile, sorry. Not much else to say, except that the translations for the French and Italian are at th bottom. I got them from a translater online, so I hope they're right.

Disclaimer -- I do not own Harry Potter!

Harry quickly made his way up to the Gryffindor tower. He gave the Fat Lady the password before slipping through the portrait hole. He wanted to get back in his bed before the others came back. He crept up the stairs to his dorm room and was about to go in, until he heard voices.

"Guys, I don't think we should be going through Harry's things while he's away," someone who sounded like Neville said.

"Oh, be quite Neville. He'll never notice. We just want to make sure we know where his cloak and map are for tomorrow night. We can't have him finding us," Hermione said as Harry heard a trunk moved around.

"He probably has them with him, especially if he's going to meet his mystery girl again," Ron said with a slight reprimand in his voice.

"Do not give me that look Ronald Sessile Weasley! It would do no good to pressure Harry into telling us. He's allsensitive right now," Hermione said.

"Will you guys just shut up!" yelled both Dean and Seamus.

"This is getting us no where. Dumbledore said to get the map and the cloak tomorrow and I don't want the one to be in trouble for not having it," Ginny said. This surprised Harry, for he had no idea that the sweet little redhead had anything to do with this.

He had no idea what to do next. He could walk in on his friends and call their bluff, or go and hide in the Common Room for the rest of the night. He made up his mind when he heard what Ginny said next.

"This is so stupid. I don't know why Dumbledore wants us to get his things for today, and never before. It's not like we're going to be in the castle very long anyway. Besides the little savior hasn't figured anything out yet, why would tomorrow be any different. I think we should just forget about it and ask the idiot if we can borrow them at lunch. He's so trusting, he's sure to let us."

Harry was absolutely fuming. He wanted to burst in their and wring all of their necks. He had no idea were that feeling had come from though. He had never wanted to hurt someone before, not even his "family," not even Voldemort. Harry took a few deep breaths before he arraigned his face into a look of innocence and tiredness before he opened the door to his dorm. He stumbled in rather convincingly in his opinion, and made his way to where his bed was without saying anything. He sat down and took off his shoes before he looked up and 'noticed' everyone in the room.

"Ginny? Hermione? What are you guys doing in the boy's dorm so late?" Harry asked as he looked over and saw his trunk where it should be. He went to it, and got out some pajamas.

"Umm...Well, you see, er, Ron woke up and couldn't find you, so he called me and Ginny to come andhelp look for you. We were just about to leave. Harry, you know you shouldn't leave your dorm, you could get hurt," Hermione admonished.

'Yeah, that's right make me feel guilty .' Harry thought before actually saying, "I'm sorry guys. I was just in the Room of Requirement, I didn't think it would be that big of a deal." The small boy pulled off his shirt before speaking again. "Umm...could you guys turn around while I change?"

"Are you shy all of a sudden Harry, got something to hide?" Ron asked suspiciously.

"I didn't mean you. Ron. You can look if you want to. I meant the girls," Harry said laughingly. Ron blushed and mumbled something under his breath while the two girls turned so the small brunette could change. When he finished, he climbed into bed and closed his curtains after saying, "Goodnight guys. I'll see you in the morning."

The rest of the room's occupants decided that they could no longer search with the boy in the room.

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Down in the Dungeons a very different scene was playing.

"Drakie, why are you so late getting in? Did you sneak out to Hogsmeade and buy me something nice?" asked the screeching voice of one Pansy Parkinson.

"Do not call me that, Parkinson, and why would I buy you anything, I hate you," Draco said as he fell exhausted onto the leather couch in the seventh year common room. It seemed as if he wouldn't be getting much sleep tonight. He turned slightly and gazed longingly at the door that led to his personal rooms, a privilege of every Slytherin seventh year. If only this cow of a girl would leave him alone so he could go and dream of his love.

"Loosen up Draco, you know she means well. La puttana sfortunata la juat troppo stupida di realizzare che lei gaio**," Blaise Zabini said while he laughed at the girl's dumbfounded expression.

"Fermer la baise ! Nous ne discutons pas ma sexualit dans la langue devant cette prostitue de commrage*," Draco said as he glared at the closest thing he had to a friend in the snake pit.

"Why not, il mio drago? I'm sure it must be dark in there," Blaise said with a grin.

"I swear to god I will ring your neck if you don't stop," Draco threatened.

"Wait dark in where?? I have no idea what you guys are talking about. You both know I can only speak English. Why do you always do this," the girl screeched in a horrible whine as she stomped her way into her room and slammed the door.

As Blaise laughed at her exit, Draco said, "You're the one telling me to be nice to her, look at you!"

"Like you care," the Italian boy tossed back as he sat on a nearby chair.

"I don't, but that's not the point," the Slytherin prince says with a raised eyebrow. "So why are you up so late?"

"I'm just worried about Neville. He keeps talking in riddles about this awful thing that he got drag into on accident. I don't know what to do to help him, and I hate not being able to do anything. Dray, whatever it is it's really bad. I've seen him when he comes back from these meetings and a swear, he's had Crucio put on him. I don't know what to do," the darker boy finished in tears.

Draco stands up and puts a hand on is friends shoulder to try and comfort him. "Don't worry about it. It does sound horrid, but I'm sure he'll be out of it soon."

"I hope so. Well, goodnight Draco."

The both go into their separate rooms thinking of their two little Gryffindors.

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