Felicity

10

The Cupboard;

I woke up to my alarm ringing twice as loud as it usually would. With as much force, I spelled the alarm off and sat up. "Today I voluntarily help Draco Malfoy. Help..." I squeaked and got out of bed. 

I grabbed my black sweats along with a white hoodie and put my hair in a bun. Once I grabbed my glasses, I went down to the common room to see Hannah there. 

"Morning, sleepy. Want to join me for breakfast?" She asks with a smile. "Of course!" 

Before I start my dooming day I guess breakfast with my friend wouldn't hurt. 

Of course, once we got down there, Dean joined us as well. I wasn't close with Dean nor do I know anything about him, only the fact that he dated Ginny, yes dated. However, he's such a great company when he isn't stuck with Seamus the whole time. 

Once I finished with my breakfast, I excused myself and jogged up to the room of requirement. I couldn't see the blonde anywhere so I assumed he was already inside. 

The door appeared after a few seconds and I made my way inside. "Draco!" I raised my voice slightly, hoping he's in here. 

"Draco...Malfoy!" 

Nothing. 

"DRAC-" 

I felt a hand cover my mouth and drag me away which made my screams muffled. I finally managed to kick the person in a not so pleasant area. 

"What the fuck!" I turned around to see Draco crouched down on the floor in pain. "Don't scare me like that, holy hell!" I exclaimed, trying to steady my heart. 

He glared at me but stood up, fixing his suit. "Just out of curiosity, do you sleep in that suit?" I asked. 

I don't think I've ever seen him in anything other than a suit for the past three years. "It's fashion, not that you'd know anything," he glared, looking me up and down. 

"Pardon me for choosing my comfort over style," I snapped. 

He rolled his eyes and walked me over to where his cupboard is. "Fix it then, go on," he said, pushing me towards the cupboard. 

"It's going to take time, Draco. I need to gather books, equipment, cleaning supplies," I listed, hopping onto a table. 

He scoffed, "Why the fuck do you need cleaning supplies?" I hopped off the table and walked towards the cupboard, pointing it to him, "It's disgusting. I'm a clean person."

"Whatever, just get it the fuck done," he growled lowly as he transfigured a chair to sit on. 

"For the last time, stop swearing!" I snapped at the boy who just crossed his arms, smirking at me. "Did you bring the book?" I asked. 

He threw me the same book that I saw yesterday, the book on how to repair broken cupboards. "Thank you," I smiled and brought my gaze down to the book. 

"So, I get your grandfather or whoever the fuck fixed cupboard's but how do you know?" He asked, breaking the silence that lingered in the room. 

I looked up, removing my glasses, "Ehm- Before he died, I used to spend a lot of time with him and he taught me a few things." 

"How'd he die?" He asked. 

He didn't seem intrigued but it couldn't hurt to tell him. "Death Eaters killed him when I was eight," I sighed. 

He stiffened and stared at me for a second before his eyes softened, "Sorry." I waved it off and shot him a smile, "It's fine. I despise every single one of them, my grandfather did nothing wrong and they killed him."