What The Room Requires (Drarry)

Chapter Two

Harry's P.O.V
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"Why were you thinking of goblins?" I ask.

"I wasn't!" Malfoy answers, annoyed by my constant questioning. "Well, I clearly wasn't!" My voice lowers, "It's like... The room was trying to scare you."

"I was not scared!" I hear him say, but I wasn't listening. "The question is.." I muse, "why would it want to scare you?"

I look at him, and he was rolling his eyes, "It's a room, Potter, it doesn't want anything!" He shook his head, giving a light laugh, "Typical Potter, never understands the rules of magic, because mommy and daddy weren't there to teach him, " he looks back at me, "magic has rules."

I trot right up next to him, peering into his face, "what do you mean?"

"You're insufferable, you know that?" He glowers at me.

"What. Do. You. Mean?"

He stops walking. We weren't really getting closer to the willow, anyways. 

"Listen, little boy," he starts, "This room takes your thoughts and transforms them into reality, right?" I nod, gently, brow creasing.

He rolls his eyes, "usually when people find it, they are thinking of one thing, only focusing on ONE thing, but if you go in, thinking about a thousand more thoughts, you are going to blunder into something like freakin' Alice In Wonderland."

He jabs a finger in my face, and I'm tempted to swat it away, but he continues, "and that's if you're only dealing with one unfocused mind, not two people bashing in here with no idea of what they want or need- the room has no time to get a clear idea of what they need!"

"Wonderland," I repeat, trying to let it all sink in.

"Or Neverland," Malfoy mutters, charging through the grass again, "as in, Never-going-to-find-the-blasted-door."

"Why do you keep walking that direction, the door is back there," I state to him, after letting everything sink in. "Does that way look better to you?" Malfoy gestures towards the forest we came out of, "feel free, I'm not stopping you." He finishes.

I say nothing for a moment, then yell, "Fine! That's where my wand is anyways!" No reaction. I try again, "It makes no sense where you are going, Malfoy!"  

"Listen, Potter!" He whips around, "You can do whatever you want- but nothing is going to entice me to go through all of... That."

He shoos me with his hand, "Ta, ta!"

I stand there, offended for being shooed away.

I turn around and trot back to the woods. "This is absolutely absurd," I mutter to myself, slapping a branch out of my way. I stomp through the trees, "The door is this way, why wouldn't he-"

Something moved in the deep shadowy green in front of me. I slow to a halt and listen.

A low slither, like a long, heavy, smooth body, fills the silence of the deep green darkness. Chills run all over my body, then I caught sight of a form.

It was lengthy, perhaps 12 meters. It moves towards me like a green river. I shiver, but not because I'm cold.

"Hello?" I try. Ron would have thought I was crazy for trying to get something to answer that slithered, but in my experience, they answered half the time.

"Hello, is anyone there?"

A low hissing noise came from the thick forest. 

"Oh, no." I breathe, stepping back. I step on something squishy. My breathing heavies, then, I yelp and jump forward, spinning around and seeing black adders. They swarm in, out, over, under, and between each other. Just piles of them, slithering, and sliding, and hissing. I could not move, or step anywhere, for they surround my feet like I'm standing in a large puddle of tar. Dozens of them slither slowly by, then slowly look at me, with their black, beady, glittering eyes.