Harry stalked out of the Great Hall and went back to the dorm. He laid on his bed for the rest of the morning. Thoughts of the previous night plagued his mind. He tossed and turned on his bed, trying to push the thoughts away. Despite his best efforts, Draco's face still floated in his mind, his cold grey eyes glinting mischievously, a wide grin spread over his lips. Harry groaned and sat up.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
He looked up.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
He looked around. An owl was sitting on his windowsill. He got up and went to the window. He opened it and the owl flew in and landed on his bed. It looked up at him and stuck out his leg. Harry untied the note wrapped around it. The owl cocked its head at him.
"I don't have any owl treats on me," said Harry. The owl blinked at him. Harry sighed and opened his trunk. He rummaged around, looking for a spare box of treats. He looked at the owl and shrugged. The owl blinked at him again.
"What?" he said. "I don't have any treats." The owl looked at him and then flew off.
Harry closed the trunk, then went the window and closed it. He sat down on his bed and opened the note. It was from Draco.
Hello Harry. What's the matter? You weren't in class. Are you embarrassed? Odd. You seemed to be enjoying yourself last night.
Harry couldn't decide if he should roll his eyes, blush or throw up. So he read on.
Tell you what, you give me the counter spell, and I'll leave you alone. Meet me in the Room of Requirement tonight at seven. That should give you plenty of time to find it. See you tonight, Harry.
~Draco
Harry crumpled up the note and threw it away. "Bastard," he muttered. He sat on his bed for a few minutes then got up and went to his trunk. He opened it up and started taking thing out. As he moved things around and emptied his trunk, he started to move more frantically. He couldn't find the book. His heart started to pound in his chest. The book wasn't in his trunk. He looked over at his bedside table. It wasn't there. He looked under his bed. Not there, either.
"Where is that book?" he asked himself. The last place he saw it was….
"Oh no." He tossed everything back into his trunk haphazardly and ran downstairs. He ran through the Common Room and pushed his way through the portrait.
"OW!"
Harry stopped and looked behind him. Ron was on the floor, clutching his nose.
"Ron!" Harry ran over to him and helped him up. "Ron, you okay?"
Ron moved his hand. Luckily, his nose wasn't bleeding. He massaged it and looked at Harry. "Yeah, I'm fine. I came up here to check on you. You weren't in any of your classes."
"I'm fine. I just…didn't feel good." Harry gave the password and helped Ron into the Common Room. Ron sat down on the couch. He kept wrinkling and prodding his nose, checking to see if it was broken.
"Where were you going in such a hurry?" asked Ron, confident his nose wasn't broken.
"I was actually going to find you," said Harry.
"Really? Why?"
"You had that spell book last, right?"
"Wicked Enemies? Yeah, it's in my bag," said Ron.
"Can I have it back?" asked Harry.
"Yeah, sure," said Ron, raising an eyebrow. "My bag is downstairs with Hermione."
"Let's go," said Harry.