Birdie

Chapter 11

Violets' PoV:

When I soundlessly rounded the corner of the corridor the black of Snape's cloak disappeared into his classroom leaving Draco's figure facing a stone wall. I was expecting him to turn right towards the Slytherin common room but it seemed like he was waiting for something to happen.

I debated on striding over to him but I shook that off as an unwise decision. Whatever was about to happen wouldn't if I interrupted it and I needed answers. His mood swings gave me whiplash. One minute he's snogging me against a wall and the next he's creepily sneaking around and having suspiciously private conversations with Snape.

To say I was confused was an understatement. I had barely processed the words Snape and Draco had exchanged. It was so vague and I needed the gaps to fill themselves. Draco wouldn't tell me anything. Why would he?

After a few more torturous seconds of Draco's figure staying completely still, the stone wall began to shift. For a moment my mind attempted to gaslight me into thinking I was seeing things but then this unveiled a scene that was familiar to me.

Dark rusty bars slid around on the wall like snakes and expanded until they formed a door. Draco watched this unfold with a sense of familiarity. The door and he had met before.

The door to the room of requirement.

Izzy and I had spent many weekends beyond that door with various other students when Umbridge had replaced Dumbledore last year. It was safe to say my apprehension was creeping up my spine at the idea of what Draco gets up to in that room. If he had cursed Katie Bell then nothing good could be waiting for him to open the door.

The sand of Draco's hair juxtaposed the hues of greys and blacks that painted the walls and floor. I even caught a glimpse of his pale hand outstretched to open the grand door. His head moved to the right of him to ensure he was alone before pulling the heavy door open and slipping smoothly inside.

My heartbeat performed a tempo of a higher speed as I observed the door begin to slightly shrink. I couldn't lose this opportunity.

My feet swiftly moved me towards the end of the corridor until I was face to face with the menacing smaller door. I didn't care about being quiet anymore. Draco needed to explain what the hell was going on and I was going to make my presence known.

The sharp cold of the turning doorknob against my fingers brought me right back to a memory from last year.

"Where do you think you're going, mudblood?" Draco's bitter voice called to me from the end of the corridor. I swivelled round and my hand stilled on the cold doorknob.

Draco was grinning at me with his eyebrows raised like he was a police officer and had caught me committing a crime. The shimmer of his inquisitorial squad badge gave me the middle finger. The profound hatred I held for everyone Umbridge had given those stupid badges to practically ate me alive.

"Wouldn't you like to know, Malfoy." I quipped back as he began strutting over to me.

He couldn't get inside the door. If he found out what we were doing he would go running to Umbridge and we would all be punished. I didn't fancy getting backhanded by a pink cat woman.

My fingers resumed opening the door and as Draco was moving closer I shut it behind me just in time for him to not make it in with me.

"What the hell are you doing?" My voice sounded steadier than I felt. Good. I couldn't come across as vulnerable to Draco. He would use it against me.

The man of the hour was standing in front of a large black wardrobe-looking thing. It stood out like a sore thumb against the clutter that almost swallowed Draco and I. Piles of unwanted and insignificant items climbed up high to reach the ceiling.