DEATH AND THE DRAGON, - a dark, hard and soft draco malfoy love story.

seven

"Does anyone have anything to say?" Hermione aks firmly.

"I'm in." Fred and George say it at the same time.

"I'm in." Says the little boy with a smile. His tie is red.

Gryffindor.

Of course, brave little boy.

People keep saying 'I'm in' and it warms my heart. Determination, hope, friendship fill the room and for the first time I see Harry genuinely smiling. Cho holds my hand, grins at me and we both nod, saying proudly: "We're in."

Luna is besides us and I hold her hand too. We smile at each other. I couldn't have felt more ready.

"We need to find a place." Harry states, still smiling, "A safe, secure, private place."

A girl from the croud, ginger hair, ''I have a few ideas.''

We spend twenty minutes looking for a place but it has become quite difficult. Sometimes, the spots we find are either too small or too easy to find. I try to keep my eyes alert since I am good at observing things and at noticing small details, but it is indeed tricky; because in a whole public school, there is a bunch of students trying to find a private place to practise after hours, without anyone's permission. But we're going to make it work.

Another ten minutes and I feel some of us losing hope, but I haven't lost hope. Not yet. It's too soon.

We're walking past an isolated wall, we're alone since everyone is at lunch and suddenly the wall starts moving. Its motions are forming an orb that opens up a door for us to get it.

''The Room of Requierment.'' Hermione grins, ''That is the room that presents itself when you're in true need.''

I have heard about the Room of Requirement, but I didn't think we would ever find it. I am fascinated, thanking the world for helping us. This is where we're meant to be.

''No way---'' Fred and George gasp, smiling at each other.

We get in and close the door.

The place is absolutely perfect. The room is blue, fire is burning just ahead. The walls are strange but yet so beautiful and new that I assume we can make noises without being loud enough for anybody to find us.
Harry is smiling so widely, and the rest of the group is in awe. My heart is so warm right now I could burn and peacefully die.

''We will begin our lessons here, after class,'' Harry says with excitement and I think it's adorable, ''let's leave before anyone else finds us.''

And we do, and get back to our normal schedules.

-

"Has Blaise talked about me with you yet?"

"No." I tell her, giving dehydrated lettuce to the little worms we're supposed to take care of, "He saw you staring at him, though."

Cassie loves the idea of having Blaise. I have told her repeatedly that she needs to let that idea ago, but she can't. I think, in my honest opinion, that being stuck like that on a man is a waste of time. There is more to life than just loving a boy so much it drives you crazy.

Most men are just boys, not men.

Men are rare.

"Did he?!" Cassie groans, she can't hide her anxiety, she's desperate to know everything about Blaise this week. I call this obsession, but it's bad because she denies it, a lot. "Did he say something? At all?"

"Only that he noticed you staring." I smirk as I remember him telling me he didn't miss her at all, "I think you should let that go and move on, Cassie."