"Not here, Harry," he’d said, clapping his hand firmly on Potter’s shoulder and guided him none-too-gently from the room, leaving Draco with a most intriguing mystery. So later that night, after a languorous, enjoyable, frustrating snogging session with Hermione, Draco had asked her what exactly horcruxes were. And she, of course, had told him everything. And in doing so, given Draco the best chance he had gotten yet to gain the Order’s trust. What better way to defuse their contemptuous mistrust by coming up with a plan to destroy a Horcrux? So Draco had spent the past two days racking his brains for ways to acquire one of the horcruxes, and now he thought he might have found the solution.