A Harry Potter Fanfic

Chapter 7

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"Look, I know. I've heard the speech. Malfoy's bad...I get it. But it doesn't mean I have to agree with it, right?" I explain for what seems like the hundredth time.

"Don't you know what he's done to Harry?!" he asks again. I swear, it's like he doesn't even listen to me!

"Ron! I get it! He's an arse to Harry. He's a death eater, he's stuck up and he's Lucius Malfoy's son! How can he help all of that though?!" I exclaim in frustration. It's nearly two in the morning, and Ron's been lecturing me since I got into the common room!

"You mean he couldn't have helped joining the Death Eaters? He couldn't have been nicer to Harry? He can't help being an arrogant snob?" Ron retorts.

"Tell me this; if your parents were Death Eaters, and that's the only way you knew, wouldn't you have become one too?!" I shout, not caring about waking anyone up anymore.

"So just because his parents were bad, he has no choice but to be bad too?!" Ron shouts back.

I throw my hands up in frustration and stalk over to the portrait. It swings open for me and I quickly climb out.

"Where are you going?!" Ron asks, much quieter now.

"Away from you!" I scream, stomping off down the empty corridor.

The castle is cold and quiet; slightly eerie actually.

"Oh...ickle new kid!" a screeching greets my ears. I look up to see the Poltergeist, the one Harry told me about.

I ignore him and continue walking, exploring the castle. All the people in the pictures lining the walls follow me around, calling out questions. I ignore them too.

"You aren't supposed to be wandering around the castle," Draco's dancing voice calls out, making me whirl around.

"You're awake?" I ask in glee.

"Uh huh...my room is right under the Gryffindor common room..." he trails off, his cheeks colouring slightly.

Uh oh... "So, you heard?" I ask quietly.

"Yeah...but it isn't that big a deal. I guess Weasel Bee just cares about you? Can't say I'm thrilled about it though," he rambles on, grinning. "But why are you out here?"

"I just wanted to get away...I'm just so fed up of people telling me who I can and cannot be friends with! It's frustrating!" I mutter.

"You want to be alone?" he asks quietly.

"Hell no!" I grin at him, and he smiles back. His face lighting up.

"Follow me," he says, holding his hand out for me. I timidly take his hand and he leads me through a maze of shifting stairs and long corridors. The castle is huge! Even bigger than it looks from the outside!

"This...is the room of requirements," Draco murmurs.

"The room of what?" I ask. I think Draco's lost it. There isn't a room...it's just a plain stretch of corridor, not even any portraits around.

Draco grins, "Just think of a room you really want," he instructs. I snort in contempt but comply anyway. I stand in the middle of the corridor, my eyes closed and my face scrunched up in concentration. Draco's musical laugh greets my ears, and I snort again.

"Open your eyes," Draco whispers, his voice tickling the back of my neck. I feel a shiver run through my spine and my heartbeat kicks up a tempo.

I open my eyes and a single door stands where plain wall was before it. I glance up at Draco in surprise. He grins, and motions for me to open the door.

I gingerly take the door knob and turn it. The door swings open to show a clear, wide open space, as if it's outside during the day. I stand there is awe, with Draco over my shoulder, trying to figure out the room.

"What did you ask the room to become?" he asks after a few moments.

"I wanted somewhere you could show me about flying," I admit sheepishly. Draco's face brightens up and he chuckles, taking my hand. He leads me into the room, and in the middle of the room, is a broomstick.

I laugh in glee! I can picture a green witch with warts using her enchanted broomstick to fly! Draco watches me in confusion, but I just shake my head.

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"Come on! Before it gets too bright!" Draco whispers.

He's spent the better part of an hour teaching me how to fly. Now we're going down to the grounds to have a real ride.

"I'm not sure about this, Draco..." I whisper, suddenly not so sure.

"Don't tell me, you're scared?" he chuckles! "Gryffindors are renowned for their bravery!" he chuckles some more.

I roll me eyes at him and sit down stubbornly on the damp grass. He raises an eyebrow, but I stick my tongue out at him. He shrugs, hops on the broom and zooms around a couple of times. I stand up to watch him better, in amazement...so graceful...

And the next thing I know, Draco is zooming down towards me, he grabs me firmly and pulls me onto the broom, in front of him. He wraps a hand around my waist and the other is on the broom, holding on tight.

"It's beautiful up here!" I thrill in glee! The wind blows my hair, and the cold night air is so refreshing!

"It's fitting then," Draco murmurs.

"What is?"

"That the night is trying to compete with your beauty," he whispers into my ear, once again sending chills all over my body.