The Drunk Accident

In the ROR

Finding Draco Malfoy was easier said than done.

Harry had looked everywhere—even the broom shed—but he was nowhere to be seen. He even went up to Parkinson and she didnt know. How was he supposed to talk to someone you cant even find?

When he was going to use plan Z, a place popped into his head. What about the Room of Requirement? Malfoy should know about it since he and Umbridge did catch them in fifth yearWith that thought in mind, Harry sprinted towards the seventh floor.

As he reached the wall, he concentrated on one thing: Malfoy.

Draco Malfoy. The Slytherin Prince. That GIT!

A loud rumble shook Harry out of his trance, a wide door had appeared in the wall before him, just like the one the last time he saw it.

He slowly pressed his palm to the door, if the ROR had provided him with a door when hed thought of Malfoy, that must mean he is in there, right?

The door creaked a little as Harry pushed and walked through the wall. The first thing that Harry could make out was a violent flash of white and before his brain could sense the danger coming, his hand was already with his wand in front of him as his lungs yelled Protegro.

When the light had eased, Harry blinked and could make out a mop of blond hair not far from him.

He could hear the loud breathing from the other person.

What do you want, Potter. The blond-haired boy snarled, clearly, Malfoy didnt expect Harry to find him.

I just want to talk Malfoy.

Theres nothing to talk about.

Must you make this so hard?

Harry sighed, it sounded easy enough in his head, but actually trying to get Draco Malfoy to sit down and talk civilly over a cup of tea was like trying to get an Outstanding in potions with Snape around.

Impossible.

Well, people thought it was impossible to survive the killing curse, but he did.

Hell just have to pay the price of facing McGonagalls wrath for not finishing homework on time, not a big deal compared to what hed heard last night.

Everything would be way easier if youd just died the first time! The Slytherin sneered, but his posture seemed to relax just a tiny bit.

Blame everything on me, typical.

Voldemort was responsible for that, I think. Harry let the name slip before he even recognised the fact that Lucius was a death eater.

As soon as the words left Harrys mouth, he regretted it as Malfoy flinched violently and took a few steps back.

Dont say his name! He hissed.

Why? Did he have to ruin this? Now itd be more impossible than impossible to find out the true meaning of those words last night, although it wasnt possible to be more impossible than impossible anyways.

Potter It was a warning.

Just tell me what last night was all about, and Ill leave you alone! Harry couldnt stand this any longer as he shouted.

I didnt know about anything that happened last night, Potter.

Oh, so now youre pretending nothing happened after running from this whole morning? He just couldnt help it, the anger and magic lashed out at the boy in front of him.

The windows in the room that Harry didnt even notice shattered and the slim figure of Draco Malfoy flew back and hit the wall with a pained Oof!

Two seconds after the magic had drained out of him Harry immediately regretted what hed just done. What had he just done????