This work of fiction was written purely for the writer's pleasure and her friends and it doesn't intent to be anything special or original.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter (except for the books and some trinkets)^^
Spoilers: Book 6
It was extremely stuffy and dusty in the Room of Requirements. In fact it was so dusty, that soon his perfectly clean black robe turned into a dirty shade of grey if there's such a color. Draco Malfoy looked around.
The room was full of useless junk that was probably dumped here by house-elves. Big and nasty dumpster room… disgusting…filthy… He was getting sick of coming back here ever so often trying to figure out how to fix the bloody piece of furniture that will allow his comrades to enter the school. But were they really his comrades? He didn't know… All he ever wanted in his life was to be someone. Not because of his father or his family, but on his own. He wanted to do something great by himself, something that will earn him respect and maybe fear. Yes, he wanted to be feared.
But now more than anything he wanted his father back; he wanted their dignity and power, and most importantly- safety- back.
That's why he almost begged for the assignment. That's why he wanted so much to fix the damned thing… However, it wasn't going too well. No matter how hard he tried, it still remained useless piece of junk. And it was driving Draco crazy… Sometimes he would wake up in the middle of the night cold sweat dripping from his forehead, his clothes clinging to his body. He lost his appetite, couldn't concentrate on his lessons, even stupid Potter didn't matter anymore. Occasionally after fruitless attempts he would come and cry in his quiet desperation on the bathroom floor, face buried in his hands, not caring about being watched by the ghost girl. It didn't matter, nothing mattered anymore.
Except for one thing. That black cabinet became a fixation.
Draco nervously breathed out and made his way towards the Vanishing Cabinet.
"Here we go again…" he whispered tightening his grip on the wand in his pocket. His hand was shaking.