What The Room Requires (Drarry)

Chapter One

Harry Potter's P.O.V:

I am in the grand hall, trying to get Katie to talk, but she won't, or doesn't remember. So, I look at Katie in the eyes, but she isn't focused on me, anymore. Her brown eyes are behind me, focused on another figure. I turn around slowly seeing the tired blonde boy. He looks ill, as Hermione said. Dark circles under his eyes. He usually has a smirk on his face, a strut in his walk, and pride in his eyes. But, not now. His eyes are tired, scared almost. His mouth is in the shape of a frown.

I don't like this look. His grey eyes meet mine, and he looks disheveled. He isn't wearing any robes, just a white dress shirt, with a grey vest over it, with black pants. He turns away and begins to walk away. I begin to go after him, as he swiftly walks out of the hall. Hermione gets up and grabs my arm, knocking over pumpkin juice. I look at her, she has worry in her eyes.

"Don't do anything rash." She says, calmly. I nod, then start to walk swiftly out the door. I look over the bunches of people walking in, not caring about being rude. I see the Slytherin going up the stairs. I continue on. I try and push past people without knocking them down. "Malfoy!" Slithers out of my mouth as I try to catch up. He doesn't hear me and keeps going. He runs into the boys' toilet. When I get there he is at one of the sinks and is heaving up and down, as if he is hurt.

He looks in the mirror as if he doesn't even recognize his self. There are tears running down his face. I step forward slightly, wanting to comfort him. He looks so sick. Maybe Ma'dam Pomfrey will help? No, she might ask why we are together. Then again, I need the courage to go up to him.

I step forward, again, and I hear him mumbling. "I can't, I can't, I can't...I can't do this." I remember Hermione saying in second year, "Even in the Wizarding World, talking to yourself is not a good sign."

But, then again, Malfoy is going through something. I'm not sure what, but I will find out. He reminds me of a cornered wild animal. I have to be careful. I walk, quietly, forward and see he has taken off his vest, now only showing his white undershirt. I stop, about three feet away from him. Moment of truth.

"Malfoy?" I whisper. He stops cold. He looks at me through the mirror. His grey eyes wild, and then turn to a hard glare. "What are you doing here?" His voice sounded strained and unreal. I ignore his question, "Are you okay?"

He smirks and tries to regain himself, "I'm fine, Potter." He grabs his vest quickly, and begins to walk out the door, "Don't follow me, anymore, Potter." I read that as "Please follow me, I need help." So, I begin to walk out the door as well, following the Slytherin. I run after him, and he knows I am following. He tries to cut me off, but I don't let him. People are staring now. I don't care. I stumble, trying to turn a corner, but I regain my balance. I see the door to the Room of Requirement, and Malfoy's jog turns into a run. I pull out my wand, and keep it in my hands, just in case.

I match his speed as he wretches the door open. He tries to close it, and I can feel the warmth of the room, but as I step one foot in, the room fades into a daunting black, and I then stumble into the room, falling onto Malfoy. My foot hits his shin, my face hits his chest, and I feel my wand leave my hand, as we fall into the ground. It's stone, as I can feel, though I can't see. I am on top of Malfoy, and I can feel his breathing.

I groan in pain, as my chin fell into his chest on the way down. My messy dark hair is in my face, so I move it gently to the side. I lift my head up slightly, and I feel Malfoy's breath on my face. It smells of honey. I breathe out slightly, and I feel him move gently.

"Potter, get off me." He grumbles and tries to shove me off. I roll off him, my back now on the ground. I then remember my wand. I sit up, abruptly, "Malfoy! My wand!" I begin to search for it on the ground, pushing him up and looking under him. "I-I can't find it." I stutter.