A/N: Long time no see. We've been busy during the summer and for you who've read Wikked's other stories you know they've been updated but it's hard to get time together sometimes but today we managed! :D
Hopefully you'll enjoy this chapter, it's pretty short but We promise you the next one is gonna have some action! ;)
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Cumberdragon & Wikked
Chapter 6
Harry P.O.V
The room was as big as a cathedral, through the high windows the sun were shining at what looked like a city of walls made out of odd things that was build by generations of Hogwarts students had hidden there.
Harry hurried in between two of the large piles of stuff. He turned right, just by the large, stuffed troll, ran for a while, turned left by the broken vanishing cabinet that Montague disappeared in last year, and stopped by a big cupboard.
He opened one of the squeaking doors. Someone had already hidden something there. Something in a cage, that had died there a long time ago. He shoved in the book behind the cage and closed the door. So he could find his way back to this place, he put down a wizard sculpture on the cupboard and dressed it with a wig and a diadem. He looked at the chaos around him when he saw the shy, weird, little girl that Hermione used to talk to, Melody.
She looked pale, almost sick. When Melody looked at him it was like she was trying to kill him with her unnaturally green eyes.
"The boy who lived...", Melody said in a threatening tone.
"Melody? Are you okay?", Harry asked.
Suddenly she passed out and fell to the floor.
"Hmm... I didn't know there was another student at this school who knew parseltongue", said a voice behind him.
Harry turned around and saw a painting of an old man.
"What?", he asked the old man in the painting.
"You were both speaking in parseltongue, didn't you know?", the man in the painting asked.
Harry stared at the man but realised that he didn't have time for this so he ran to meet Snape. Could Melody really speak parseltongue?
Melody P.O.V
Melody woke up on the hard, cold, stone floor. She looked around to try and figure out where she was. She was surrounded by books and furniture piled up. She sat up and looked around. Without really knowing where she was she took the conclusion that she was in the room of requirement because no other room in the castle would be as messy as this one. But how did she end up here?
This scenario had gotten somewhat familiar. Many times she had woken up in unfamiliar places with no idea how she got there so she became a bit numb to the feeling.
With a little bit of trouble, a falling couch from the sky and a dead-end she finally found her way out. As she thought she had been in the room of requirement. She watched how the wall closed itself and then started walking down the corridor. She hadn't got far before she heard two voices around the corner, she recognized them but didn't like them. It was Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini. Quiet as a mouse she stopped listen in to their conversation.
"I can't believe that they are letting him stay after what he did to Draco!", Pansy complained loudy.
"Yeah, Potter should really be expelled for this", Blaise agreed. "Dumbledore just won't expel his favourite, little chosen one. Anyone else would have been expelled for almost killing Draco..."
Melody froze for a second and then, without hesitation, she ran straight to the hospital wing.
Gasping for air she ran in to see the unconscious Draco lying on one of the hospital beds. She sat down on a chair beside the bed and took his hand.
"Oh, Draco, what happened to you?", she whispered as tears filled her eyes.
She wasn't really expecting an answer but the fact that he didn't still hurt. She hadn't realised how much he meant to her until now. Seeing him here unconscious was harder than she thought. Yet, what future did they have? They were hiding their relationship for a reason. His family would never approve of her. Never in a million years. All she wished for was a future where they could be together; nothing else really mattered to her.
She hugged Draco's hand tighter as she prayed to God.
"Oh, please, all I want is for him to be okay and for us to be together. Can't you help me with that? I've never really asked anything from you before", she thought.
"Melody", she heard a voice say.
Shocked, she looked down at his beautiful face.
"Draco?", she said weakly. "Are you okay?", she continued.
"Yes, I'm fine", he said shortly.
"Did I do something?", she asked with the insecurity creeping up on her.
"No, you never have", he said and smiled calming.
An awkward silence filled the room and Draco got a guilty expression on his face.
"What's...", Melody began.
"We can't see each other anymore", Draco said.
"What? Why?", Melody asked tearful.
"It's not you... It's me, really", he said.
"Yeah, sure...", she thought.
Tears started to run down her cheeks and she turned away from him and let go of his hand.
"Melody...", Draco started and reached for her hand.
"'It's not you, it's me', what a cliché.", she said more to herself than to Draco but loud enough so he could still hear her.
"Melody, please listen...", Draco begged.
"No! I'm not going to listen!", she yelled and rose from the chair. "Don't you think I know how Slytherin students are? I'm not like you even though I'm in the same house but I've lived long enough with you to know how you work! You just use people for your own good and then leave them hurt. So stop trying to do this nicely and be yourself, like a Slytherin should be!"
And with those word she ran out of the hospital wing with a fuzzy sight because of all the tears that where running from her eyes.
"I'm sorry", Draco whispered with tears of his own threatening to come out.
