Drarry; the last horcrux

Chapter 10

'I have literally no idea how we're going to find that bloody horcrux! seriously, I've been spending hours thinking of it, I would go to the liberary to do some research, but this isn't something I can read in books!' Hermione suddenly exclaims during history of magic.
Both Harry and Ron look up from her sudden outburst. Hermione NEVER admits she doesn't know how to do something.

'What do you suggest we do?' Ron asks, sounding almost indifferent. Not that Harry can blame him, he would also be exhausted after 3 hours detention with snape. 

'Thats the problem, Ronald. I don't know!'

Harry wanders of to his thoughts while Ron and Hermione go to their usual bickering.
How is he supposed to keep Malfoy a secret? He can't randomly show up with loads of new information, can he?

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After he made up a lame excuse about extra studying with Slughorn on potions, Harry escaped from Ron and Hermione and is making his way to the 'Turris Magnus' as Malfoy called it so posh. Harry was lucky Hermione told him the latin name for the great tower the day before, or he would've made a fool of himself in front of Malfoy. 

When he arrives at the great tower, there is, obviously, not a soul. It's not like he expects Malfoy to run here as soon as classes end, like Harry did, but harry doesn't even know which floor of the tower Malfoy meant. Obviously not this one, McGonagall's office is here. 

'Potter!' Malfoy calls when he attempts to walk up the stairs to the second floor.

'Malfoy.' Harry greets back with a slight nod.
'I don't get why you wanted to meet here; there's no empty room in here.'

Malfoy's mouth curls into a smirk.
'Not for people like you, indeed. But for some of the older family's, there is.'
Malfoy walks to the cupboard next to the door of Mcgonagall's office.

'You want to have a conversation in a cupboard?! No freakin' way' Harry exclaims, but Malfoys smirk remains in place.

'Are you that much of an idiot? A Malfoy isn't going to sit in a filthy cupboard.' He says and opens the door of the cupboard.
'where is it?' he mutters to himself while he shoves some things away, according to the sounds.
'Ah! I found it, hello Grandmother!' Malfoy exclaims almost cheerful.

'What is your grandmother doing in a cupboard? and why are we visiting her? I'm sorry, but I have no desires to communicate with your family.' Harry says confused. 

'It's my two-times-Great-Grandmother, and it's her portrait.' Malfoy answer absently.
'Axabras' He says to the portrait and swings open. To the inside, of course. Otherwise it would've been blocked by the broken brooms in front of the portrait.

Harry watches as Malfoy moves flexible trough the maze of broken brooms.
'Are you coming or not?' Malfoy says when Harry doesn't move.

Harry moves slowly towards the cupboard, closing the door behind him, what if mcGonagall hears the noise and discovers the secret room, if she doesn't already know about it. That's more likely it, although the portrait is practically invisable with all those brooms and the curtain in front of it.

'Kinky, Potter, now it's just you and me in a broom closed.' Malfoy jokes and Harry can almost hear the amused smirk.