Just Friends

little black bird

"You didn't think I would spare her, did you? Oh, come on Draco," Bellatrix hissed, inching closer to me, the collar of a shirt caught in her grip. "The Dark Lord only forbade it that I kill Potter..." She dragged her jagged wand across Y/n's neck and pushed the tip farther into her skin. "He said nothing about weak little spies."

three weeks prior

"I need to get this cabinet done, Y/n, don't you get that?" Draco was pacing the floor as I sat on his bed, watching.

"I understand that, but what I don't understand is why I can't just help?" That caused him to stop moving and face me. "What?" I didn't understand the issue.

"Fine." He grabbed his wand off of his desk and stormed out of his room.

"You are so dramatic, get back here." I ran after him, going as fast as I could down the corridor. He turned to go down the stairs into the common room and I followed after him, following him all the way out of the common room and down several lengthy corridors until we reached the end of one where he stood still.

"It's a wall. What are we-"

"Will you be quiet?" he snapped, turning his head to face me. I inhaled sharply and kept my mouth shut. "You insisted on helping so here we are." I looked around for a sign of something, anything that would let me know what we were doing here, but I found none. I looked back over at Draco and he had his eyes closed, inhaling slowly. The bricks on the wall started to rumble and move around, creating a door. Draco's eyes snapped open and he grabbed my hand, leading me through the door before anyone else saw us. 

Inside there were millions of things. Desks, antiques, cages, book stacks, globes, harps, pots, mirrors. There was anything I could ever imagine, just sitting in this room collecting dust.

"What is this place?" I asked, completely in awe as I looked around, discovering more things.

"Room of Requirement," he answered shortly, taking my hand and bringing me farther into the room. He stopped suddenly in front of a large cabinet-looking thing with a cloth hanging over it.

"Is that it?" I asked, but Draco ignored me. He squeezed my hand then let go, approaching the cabinet and yanking the cloth off of it, revealing an old, wooden triangular-shaped cabinet with metal details along the edges. He stepped back from it slowly, as though it might pounce on him. He waved his hand around behind him, trying to meet mine, so I held my hand out and grasped his, settling him down. "Where does it connect?" I asked softly. He didn't look at me. He kept his gaze on the cabinet.

"Borgin and Burkes."

I started to become a little nervous as I went to ask a follow-up question. "What are they going to do with it?" My voice was shaky. Draco turned his head to look over at me, a worried look on his face.

"They're going to come here." I nodded slowly at his answer, turning to look at the cabinet.

"When?" I spoke facing the cabinet, the faint light from the windows hitting it.

"Once it's finished." He reached for his wand and held it by his side, squeeze my hand with his free hand. "And it's.... almost finished." I exhaled loudly and walked forward, grazing my fingers on the cool, metal handle.

"Well, mustn't keep Voldemort waiting." I opened the door and looked inside, seeing a single feather inside, sitting in the scarce bit of sunlight.

"Don't say his name." Draco came closer to me and looked over my shoulder.

"I'm not scared of him, Draco." I turned to look over my shoulder at him, and he brought his hand up to my face. His thumb ran back and forth over my cheek and he sighed.