disclaimer: Not mine!!!!! Harry belongs to Rowling, a real genius if you asked me. Though, the plot line may be mine and so do are other characters.

Author notes: Ok, this is the fourth chapter, I hope you like it. I want to thanked my Beta :the-dreamer4

. really if it wasn't for her...anyway here's the chapter, enjoy it!!!

Conversations in the Room of Requirement

Draco Malfoy stood up as fast as he could, wand pointing directly at the open door.

"Who's there?" Malfoy asked quietly. Harry frowned a little at the question. Really as if Malfoy didn't know …The Boy Who Lived, who had a fourteen year old body and the mind of a twenty-two year old man, was really a bit stupid. Realizing the situation and rolling his eyes, Harry took off the Invisibility Cloak, hiding the book in it, making Malfoy gasp in surprise and grab his wand even more forcefully.

"Potter? What in the name of Merlin are you doing here?" Malfoy's voice was cold and demanding, and Harry couldn't help but raise a challenging eyebrow at the boy's words.

"Just looking for a place to think, so if you don't mind …" He glanced around him, entering the room and closing the door behind him.

"I DO mind!" spat out the blond. Harry just ignored him and centered his attention on this new version of the Room of Requirement.

This room was decorated with different objects representing lions, eagles, snakes and badgers. In general, the room had the appearance of a study since there were a huge number of books. In front of the fireplace were four lounge chairs. The wooden portions were black while the leather covering the back and the bottom was silver. Each chair had engraved different initials: HH, GG, RR, SS respectively. Over the fireplace was a painting with four teenagers in it, two boys and two girls. The boys were wearing armor. The boy on the right had reddish-brown hair and pointed features, his eyes were black, and his armor was red with golden accents. On the chest was drawn a lion, just like the one on the Gryffindor coat of arms. The boy beside him had silver-blond hair, his features were more aristocratic, hard and square, his eyes were green and his armor was green with silver. Though neither of the boys was wearing a helmet, the blond boy had a crown on his head with the form of a snake eating his own tail. The girls on the other hand were wearing long cloaks. The one with brown hair was wearing a yellow cloak with black edges covering her dress, and the girl beside hair had black hair and was in one word: beautiful. She was wearing a blue cloak. The persons in the painting were asleep and Harry was certain that those persons were the young versions of the Hogwarts founders.

Draco was still pointing his wand at Harry and was a little annoyed about being ignored. He cleared his throat.

"What makes you think I would let you enter this place, Potter? Leave or…"

"Or what? You'll hex me? Jinx me? Hit me?" said Harry in a bored voice. Choosing the chair with the GG initials, Harry sat and looked over Malfoy who was clearly shocked at Harry's response or lack of it.

Harry gave the blond a smile when he noticed the hand holding the wand … it was bleeding. "What happened to you?"

Draco looked over his hand and lowered it to his side. "None of your business, Potter."

But Harry wasn't about to pretend he didn't notice the hand. He stood up, letting his cloak and the book fall to the floor, and went over to Draco, who flinched at the sudden movement.

"Let me see," demanded Harry, stretching his left hand towards the blond boy. Draco gave him an annoyed look.

"Really, Potter, you think I would show it to you? Like I said, it's none of your business, so stop acting as if you care."

Harry lifted his gaze and locked his eyes with Draco's. They weren't friends, they were enemies, and Harry had to remember that.

"You are right, it is none of my business, and probably I shouldn't care. But let me cure it. That wouldn't kill you, and no one has to know that it was me who helped you." Draco gave him a suspicious look before sitting down on one of the chairs. Harry took the one in front of him and, stretching his left arm, he took Draco's right hand, a long cut crossing the palm. "Tergeo." The blood on Draco's hand disappeared. The blond Slytherin's eyes widened, clearly surprised at that, while Harry whispered in an unknown language something making him feel tickles, and then the cut was closed not leaving a scar, like the one Potter was wearing on his mouth … wait a minute, that wasn't there two days ago!!!

"What is that?" asked Draco pointing at the scar on Harry's mouth.

The Gryffindor shrugged and said, "A scar."

Just like Hermione had done the day of the first task Draco rolled his eyes. "I know it is a scar, what I mean is, how do you come to have it?"

"Mmm, fighting the dragon."

Draco didn't look convinced. He opened his mouth to ask something but thought better of it. "Anyway, how did you do that?" asked Draco indicating his healed hand. Harry gave him a smirk.

"I am the Boy Who Lived, a magnet for trouble, accidents and life-threatening situations. It would be foolish of me if I at least didn't learn some healing spells."

Draco scoffed at that statement and, trying to cover the smile that was forming, he replied, "Full of yourself as always, aren't you, Potter?"

"No, of course not, but you have to admit that with my record in the hospital wing, knowing healing spells is very useful."

Draco nodded and both boys fell silent for a long time. Draco was thinking about the weird side of the situation: he and Potter being civil with one another, Potter even healing him from that nasty cut … it was all too weird.

Meanwhile, Harry was weighing up his options. The first thing on his list was inviting Hermione to the Yule Ball: done. Approach Malfoy: almost done. He would need to talk with Severus … that would be really tricky and more difficult than it seemed after his little show in the classroom. He suspected that from now on Snape would be even more alert. After all it took eight years for him to talk to Harry in a civil manner, and over six months to accept and like his existence. But just as Hermione had said on his twentieth birthday, he was a cutie that no one could refuse after they got to know him. Harry chuckled. That always made Snape look about ready to throw up, Malfoy blush, and Damian and Remus laugh.

Draco looked puzzled at Harry. The boy had just chuckled and now had a goofy grin on his face. Curiosity overcame everything he had once believed.

"What's with the stupid grin?" snapped out Draco, trying to keep his voice annoyed but failing at it. "What are you thinking?"

"Nothing important."

Again Malfoy gave Harry a doubtful look but didn't push the topic. After all, they were enemies. He was a Slytherin and Potter was a Gryffindor. He was a Malfoy and the other was … Potter. Harry looked up to see Draco looking at him … differently. He raised a questioning eyebrow. Draco, realizing where his eyes were, diverted them quickly and focused instead on the water-like cloak and the book that was visible within its folds. Moving towards them he picked up the book. Harry cursed mentally. He let someone take THAT book AGAIN … what was happening with him? Reading the title, Draco Malfoy frowned and looked over at Harry.

"Water Elementals?" muttered Malfoy. Harry moved uncomfortably and stretched his hand.

"Just a light lecture 'Mione wants me to read." Draco huffed at the mention of Hermione. "Would you give me back the book?"

"And, why may I ask, does the Mudblood want you to read this?"

"Don't call her Mudblood, Malfoy."

"I call her whatever I want, Potter." And saying that, Malfoy stood up, throwing the book before leaving the room, hitting the door behind him.

'What did I miss?' thought a very puzzled Harry. Really, everything was … fine, as fine as it could be with Draco at that moment.

"Temperamental little guy, umh?" said a female voice from the portrait on the wall. Harry looked up to see the teenaged girl with black hair looking at him.

"A guest! Welcome, stranger, to the Founders' Room!" This time it was the boy with the lion on his armor. The boy beside him rolled his eyes.

"Cut it out!!! Really, Godric, do you have to do that every time someone enters the room?" asked the annoyed boy in the green armor, Salazar Slytherin.

"Well, yeah! Since it's been ages since someone showed up here … really, it is a miracle people found this place," replied the other, a small pout forming. The girls chuckled a little, while Salazar just rolled his eyes and start mumbling. "Sorry about that," said Godric. "Laz … well, he is grumpy when he wakes up."

"I am not grumpy … and definitely I am not 'Laz'," replied the other.

Harry couldn't help but laugh at that interaction. Really who would have thought that there was a portrait of the teenaged versions of the founders. The four teens turned to watch him. While Rowena Ravenclaw and Helga Hufflepuff had amused smiles on their faces, Godric was looking clueless and Salazar was cursing in … Parseltongue.

"You shouldn't do that. You never know if someone might actually understand you," hissed Harry in Parseltongue. The young Salazar opened his eyes in surprise.

"You speak!!!"

"Yes."

"But … how? What's your name?"

"Harry Potter," said Harry, this time in English. All four of them gave him a surprised look.

"Harry Potter? You are the one that Dumbledore talks about!!!" exclaimed Godric with a goofy grin. "Ha! You are a Gryffindor, you are a hero!!!"

"Oh, yes, Headmaster Dumbledore talks about you all the time. He really thinks highly of you," said Helga with a gentle smile. "He really loves you and cares for you."

Harry couldn't help but snort at that. "Right, I know."

"So, what made the blond guy leave in such a hurry?" asked Salazar.

"Mmm, actually I don't know."

"And what are you reading?" asked a curious Rowena. Harry showed the book to the founders.

"It is about Water Elementals." To his surprise, Salazar laughed and, taking on an aristocratic pose, he looked over at Harry.

"You are a Water Elemental?" he asked. Harry nodded, and this time Salazar sneered at Godric, who had a somber expression.

"Ha! How Slytherin of you, Harry!!! A Water Eelemental, a Parselmouth, I knew it!!"

"That doesn't prove anything; it is just a coincidence. We can't choose the element we master; it is like being an Animagus … stop grinning!" Harry was confused. What were they talking about? And really, those two acted like they were five years old.

Harry raised his voice a little. "Excuse me, but what is the, mmm, problem with me being a Water Elemental?"

"I am a Water Elemental!" said Salazar with a hint of pride in his voice.

Harry's eyebrows quirked, impressed. He didn't know that. Snape and Damian hadn't bothered to tell Harry about the wizards that were capable of using the elements.

Harry's watch rang 1:00 am. 'Shit.' He needed to go back to the Gryffindor Tower. Harry stood up quickly. Gathering the cloak and the book, he went to the door.

"It was nice to meet you all," he said.

"You too, and come whenever you want."

"Yeah, I can give you some advice for your abilities," said Slytherin grinning.

Harry nodded, and before he closed the door he asked, "Oh, by the way, can you keep the conversation and the meeting as a secret? Please, I don't want anyone, especially the Headmaster, to find out about my Elemental abilities." The four founders hesitated before nodding. "Thanks," and with that said, Harry left the room.

so here ends another one...

Reviews please!!!!!

(edited 04-Oct-2007)