Draco moved carefully along the corridor. He didn't want to be spotted. His father had entrusted him with a delivery and he didn't want to screw it up. Somethings weren't worth screwing up. And his father's goodwill was not something to throw away. He heard a noise and clung to the wall. A large piece of parchment scratched against his back. He couldn't be seen, not when he was too close.

"Who's there?" Came the voice of the old and feeble caretaker, Mr. Filch. Draco grinned and muttered a spell of concealment. He hid his wand swiftly so that Filch would not be able to see the slight flare up. Oh to have that witchs power he grumbled, although his pencil was one of the highest floaters in the class. Aside from Potter. Filch moved away and Draco crept onwards.

A large figure loomed out of the dark. Draco couldn't make out who it was. It seemed to be shrouded. A hoarse voiced emerged from the cowled head. "Do you have my instructions boy." The youngest Malfoy reached behind him and pulled the parchment from it's hiding place. He handed it over to the stranger. "You're a loyal boy, I'll be sure to tell my master you have served him well." Draco bowed low and moved off again.

As he left the almost deserted corridor he couldn't help but turn back. The figure was still shrouded in gloom and laughing.. a very cold laugh. It made him shiver. He pulled his cloak tighter around him and made his way back to his dormitory.