The project- blairon

Chapter 3

After climbing three sets of stairs- Ron finally made it to the room of requirement. Standing outside the wall where the door would appear, was of course Blaise. "You know how to enter right?" Asked Blaise.
"Of course I do," Ron replied, "I'm not an idiot."
Responded Blaise, "I never said you was."
"Whatever, can we just get on with this already?" Ron pressed. With that he focused all his attention on the room. A decent place with a table and some books on quidditch that they could work in.

Suddenly- Ron found himself standing in a room (almost) like he had imagined. There were plenty of books and there was a table, but the room also had a fireplace, and on closer inspection everything looked.... grander. The table was dark oak with a forest green covering. The books were encased in leather and you could spot several vines of ivy sprawling over the bookshelves and circling the fireplace. A faint warmth filled the place, assumingley a cause of the flames flickering inside of the fireplace.

Ron gave Blaise a look as if to say: really? "What, if I can have any room I want- Blaise explained, "why shouldn't I go all out?"
"Well now I've got to deal with this until the project's over!" Ron furthered.
Blaise boasted, "I guess my willpower's just stronger than yours." Ron scoffed  in response and stepped further into the room. "I guess we should get started." Ron prompted. Blaise walked over to the shelf and ran his fingers along the spines off the books, until they rested on a volume that looked the most worn out of the entire shelf. He picked it up- careful to keep all the pages in place- and placed it on the table.

"Gwenneth Henderson's: The heritage of the snitch. Blaise proclaimed, "It's a million times more useful than The history of Magic everyone gets their information from. The reason I wanted to do the project here is because you can access things that quite literally no longer exist."
Ron queried, "That's great and all but how do I know this book is safe? Is it going to  trap me in it when you open it or something? They say any book not in the school library is dangerous."
"You got to trust me I guess. Though I should've known a Weasley wouldn't trust a conniving slytherin such as myself." Blaise mocked.

Blaise sat down and opened the book to a seemingly random page and started to write. Ron sat back for a second before he realised that he was watching the other work. He quickly pulled out his quill and notepad out of his bag and also began writing. They sat for a moment doing so when Blaise got up out of  his seat, about to pull another book off the shelves. Ron yet again found himself observing the Slytherin's actions but he was starting to lose interest in his work- so he let his curiosity win.

Ron instinctively stood up and accompanied Blaise by the bookshelf- trying to also look for another book. Blaise scanned his eyes over the shelf- looking for something hidden in plain sight. Apparently he had found it when he reached out to retrieve a volume a few books away from where Ron was standing. Effectively, lessening the gap between the two. Ron's heart sped up for a brief second while Blaise placed his hand on the book, only to back away with it a second later.

Standing where he was for for at least five minutes, was Ron. He didn't know what had just happened but it couldn't be good. Nothing Blaise did could be good. He was probably a deatheater anyway, all Ron  had to know about him was how to end him in a battle.

But what if Blaise wasn't a deatheater? What if he was good? What would that mean for him.