-Some of you may think that a Cabinet can't have a POV. Well, this is Harry Potter, life is rather unfortunate, and everything is rather irrelevant if you cant poison a good fig. So touche' madam, and pass do pass the sherry.

-It's now past midnight and I am writing this on the energy of Fush and Chups, so please forgive if my storyline is a little flat. I may have to go and get my copy of HBP and clear some of my 'spilled martinis' up.

POISON FIGS

Chapter 10 - SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES

We are very concerned.

-Emily Browning, A Series of Unfortunate Events

Cabinet

The Cabinet shuddered.

The Cabinet gleamed.

The Cabinet felt that what had kept it from repairing itself was gone.

The Cabinet had once been good, and it knew that, but now it was something else entirely, something of a new breed. Times were evolving, there was a change in the air. The Cabinet knew it and so did the original Room

Thats why the Room had kept the Cabinet chained by a force of magic only Dumbledore could produce.

But now, the Cabinet had a purpose. It was alive again.

And it needed magic born children, and it was magic born children who had freed it.

So the Cabinet shuddered.

The walls of Hogwarts remembered a boy who had been there long ago, a handsome boy, with a slithery voice and secrets.

Oh he was full of secrets.

Draco

Draco buried his head in Hermione's shoulder, as hers was in his, and he tried to dull the throbbing behind his eyeballs. His first exam was tomorrow, but the Cabinet seemed to be drawing them in, not letting them escape…

'Draco, what if… what if we can't leave? They'e coming soon, and now the Cabinet is repairing… It's like we're being held here…'

Draco nodded, and slowly slid his hand into her pocket for her wand. Draco's wand had a Unicorn core while Hermione's he knew had a Dragon heartstring core. Unicorn wands were good, while Dragon heartstring cores were somewhat… interchangeable with the kinds of magic they performed. If anything could get them out of the glare of the Cabinet, Hermione could.

Draco pressed his lips to Hermione's ear.

'You've got to cast a spell or something, something that'll lock this Room up until the thirtieth.'

Draco twisted his head slightly, forced to look at the Cabinet again as he saw the fear and uncertainty in Hermione's expression.

'I don't know it-'

'You can. You snapped me out of my pathetic state, you can stand up to, a, a, giant Cabinet,' Draco was lying; he wasn't positive that Hermione could do anything, but he trusted her.

Draco Malfoy was starting to realise that he did in fact, trust Hermione Granger with his life.

'Okay. Get ready to run. I'll make a small explosion and we'll… er…. run! Reducto!' Hermione yelled, pointed at the Cabinet, which seemed to get a sort of magical shock. Hermione grabbed Draco's wrist and they both ran towards the door of the Room. Hermione slammed it shut behind her, and for a moment the both of them leaned against the door, covered in sweat.

Draco pressed his ear to the door, and at first all was quiet.

Then there was a strange noise, like a cracking of stone.

'Come on,' Hermione nodded towards the door of the original Room, 'might as well get some sleep.'

Draco nodded, gave her a quick hug and began his Descent.

Hermione

The exams were frightening as always, but Hermione had studied as much as possible.

That morning, Ron had almost fallen over when he realised his first exam was that morning, but Harry… Harry had looked somewhat preoccupied. Hermione couldn't be sure, but she was getting suspicious that Harry had not told them something. He had been acting fidgety ever since the Roonil Wazlib, Advance Potion Making Incident, and Hermione had the sense of a 'foreshadowing'.

Something Wicked This Way Comes.

-And so I end the chapter earlier than normal, since I only planned for this to clear up the previous chapter etc I also need to re-read bits of HBP and polish up. As Boromir would say, 'once does not simply walk into Mordor!' Not unarmed, anyway. Or without m&m's. Or coffee. Which I am in possession of neither, so happy waiting for Sasha to go to IGA.