Once locked inside Draco treaded lightly into the Room of Requirement wand drawn in defense. He walked to the center of the room and looked around. The room was a giant mirror from ceiling to floor the walls covered. It wasn't well lit giving the room a dungy kind of look to it. "Lumos" was cast as fog began to poor into the room slowly seeping in through the cracks in the mirrors. Draco began spinning quickly trying to figure out what was going on. Though he didn't see anything threatening at all. Only his reflection as he looked around frantically. He went to search for the door but it had disappeared. He was trapped. He was trapped in the Room Of Requirement. The same room where he'd lost one of his best friends in. Mind you it wasn't the artifact room that'd had burned down that night and nobody had ever been able to get back. But that wasn't the point. The point was he was trapped in here! And he wanted out. He banged heavily on one of the silver walls as the fog got thinker filling up the room. Draco began to panic slamming his fist even harder against the glass. 'It couldn't be that hard to brake a mirror ' he thought 'people did it all the time, even the old ones'. But to no avail his efforts were futile. After a little while he slumped against the wall hopeless. A silent tear slid down his face as lay there. Why had this room revealed itself to him, and why had it locked him inside. 'He was going to die in here' he thought. Nobody would really miss him to much if he did. Only a few students but not really. They'd feel a little sad but they'd quickly move on. He'd never made a lasting bond with anyone. Not enough for them to care anyways. He was going to suffocate in this room with all that fog and nobody was going to care. He was going to die alone in this stupid room that he'd managed to get himself stuck in.

It took him a moment but he was eventually able to calm down and mostly clear his thoughts. The room began to ripple and swirl, lights slowly moving over the reflective surfaces like waves. Draco stood up and followed the lights blindly sifting through the fog. He reached a point where the fog opened up a little bit and he was once again in the center of the room. A Patronus hawk flew by him and soon disappeared into the fog. "Hello" Draco asked taking a step forward looking for the caster of the Patronus. When the hawk returned it hovered right above him and dived right into the floor where he was standing. Draco jumped back quickly avoiding the hawk which exploded into blue and white sparkles all around him. The room began to take on the feeling as if it was assending making Draco pin himself to the floor unnecessarily.

When the room stopped spinning the fog continued swirling around him. Soon he heard a child's laugher as he began pulling himself up off the ground. He walked slowly following the sound of the child's giggling. The sound getting louder and clearer the closer he got. When he reached where the noise was coming from it was revealed to be a small child around five or six years old riding on a training broomstick. It wouldn't take much for a normal person to figure out that the child he was seeing was a younger version of himself. With his tightly brushed and well kept albino hair to his very british play clothes, bought for him by his mother. The laughing child zips around him smiling being happy and silly. Until he zoomed through Draco causing him to turn around. Where he saw his Father standing before him with the child. His face was still never smiling just the way Draco had remembered. The constant sneer, of disapproval. His posture was as straight as possible trying to look important even in his own home. "Son" he said to the child "how many times must I tell you not to ride that broom in the house" he said rather coldly. The small child had stopped smiling and stiffened getting off his broom. His father had clearly just come home and he'd wanted to impress him.

The vision flash forwarded several years. His Father was standing before head bent in disappointment hand clenched. Draco could see the fear and guilt in his former self. He could feel the sweat rolling off of him currently. His Father raised his hand high preparing to strike his younger self. His hand came down but before it could make contact with his skin. The vision faded away with everyone else and he was suddenly standing in the Defense Against The Dark Arts classroom back in 3rd year. This time whatever was happening was in first person. Professor Lupin was, standing in front of him appearing to have just casted a spell in his defense. The dead teacher turned and looked at the class behind them and said "That's it class dismissed, please carry on with your day" shooting out the students. Draco attempted to turn and leave but Lupin placed his hand on his shoulder preventing him. "Are you okay" his dead teacher asked sincerely "I'm not sure" he replied honestly. He really wasn't sure what was going on let alone the context of all this, given it never actually happened. He gazed around the classroom to see if anything could in anyway possibly give him some clue to what had happened prior. But alas there was nothing he could find. Nothing except one giant Boggert wardrobe, that you better believe isn't some magical gateway to Narnia, conveniently standing right behind Lupin. He remembered this lesson, he'd mocked it back then, but he distinctly remembered not participating in it. Or at least he thought he hadn't. This weird room apparently remembered it differently. Lupin continued to look at him rather worried, he placed his opposing hand on Draco's forehead trying to see if he was overheating to much in an anxious mess. Which of course he was, but it was for a very different reason then whatever his former dead kind of currently alive... professor thought it was. " I'm sorry about that Draco" he said kindly giving him a small sympathetic smile. He hated sympathy, not enough to make him mad though. But he was clearly in third year again somehow, so he had to act somewhat like his old self (Even if it was going to drive him up a fucking wall!) he had to try. So he used his blazing rage and anger issues to focus on his hatred towards sympathy, and then he dialed it back about a thousand. He has some serious deep rooted issues. "Sorry, what could you possibly be sorry for" he glared furiously. He worded it specifically like that so hopefully Lupin would explain what was going on, or what had gone on previously. Lupin exhaled sharply his mouth flattening into a line lowering his head slightly. "Don't worry about it Draco," He said lightly smiling sadly, this time not in sympathy but in his own bittersweet sadness. Draco was increasingly curious. "My.. My door is always open" he told him awkwardly. Draco was still very, very confused and it must have been evident on his face. Because Lupin kept on talking "I didn't have the most supportive childhood ethier" he said gently encouraging him the best he could. Draco was even more curious now and started analyzing him. He noticed the scars on his face. Three. He had three very distinct claw like scars that went down and across his face.

How had he not noticed that before? Typically he'd always been really quick to pick up on those kinds of things. It use to be because he picked up on them looking for distinguishing features so he could establish their family. Example: The Weasley's

But then he came to Hogwarts and picked up on such features to find easy soft spots to tease them about. Example: Buck Teeth.

It was also a good skill to have during the war. Very good to get a read on people during stuff like that.

Although it was a skill he still had, he mostly just used it for watching people. Just simple observations.

Example: Professor Lupin's scars

Example: Eyes that look like jade but are sparkly emerald.

Example: Messy jet black hair that's always messy until after lunch.

Example: Tan olivey skin that use to be so pale it looked almost sickly.

Example: Sudden close friendships.

Example...
Scared hands the result of a cruel punishment from a woman who was undeserving of their power. He'd helped give her more power.

His head fell and the Professor squeezed his shoulder. Draco looked up his eyes watering lightly as his thoughts began to wander. His Professor smiled at him once more, Draco smiled ever so slightly back and Lupin pulled him into a tight hug.

Then he disappeared..

He turned into ink and fog as he vanished away.

The Hawk flew by him again into the distance.

And then he began to fall..

Well it felt like he was falling.

In all reality his feet and limbs were still firmly planted. But, (say it with me) he didn't know that.

When he stopped falling he was standing flat on his feet once more and the silvery hawk zoomed out of the floor circling him. It circled him all the way down then flew off in a different direction. This time Draco stayed where he was. There was no way he was following that thing, he learnt his lesson.

But this is my story and his life sucks.
The floor beneath him spread out and formed a stage like platform. On one end stood a twelve year old Harry Potter with not crazy and oblivated Gilderoy Lockhart standing not far behind him. He was in a poor excuse for a dueling stance. On the other end stood a slightly taller twleve year old Draco Malfoy with a also alive Severus Snape. 'What was with dead professors coming to life today ' he thought to himself. Standing behind him. He was also in a dueling stance, a much more competent one I must say.
The two little twelve year olds marched forward meeting each other in the middle. Twelve year old Draco raised his wand in dueling manners fashion and said "Scared Potter" tauntingly. Twelve year old Harry did the same motion "You wish" he retorted before they both retreated to their respective spots on the dueling floor. They both drew their wands and 12 year old Draco casts the first spell.

The vision disappeared into mist before the spell could reach the chosen one. Draco looked around taking in the fog again trying to figure out what was going on. A quick 360 montage happend all at once all around him zipping through all of Draco and Harry's interactions together. The images were always the two of them arguments and debacles that lasted for years. The fast images began to slow the further it got into their lives. A moment where Harry and Draco traded insults in say first year would have been very fast but them properly dueling eachother would have taken a few minutes. It got worse when it began to seep into their time as teachers which wasn't very long he might add. But then those memories ran out and the magic fog of plot convenience started to write new memories. Memories that haven't happend yet or never existed. Now Draco was thoroughly confused he thought this room was trying to show him his past and make him actually deal with it. Or course that didn't explain that thing with Lupin. Which he honestly wished he could have stayed there longer.

All of the fog room Harry Potter's disappeared all except one and obviously the same thing happened to all of the Draco's, except all of them disappeared this time.

Harry glared at him gaze piercing through him, his mouth opened and words spilt out, but the voice did not belong. It was a woman's voice "What is it you want" the voice said Draco was very disturbed by this experience. The voice spoke again using Harry's form taking a step closer "What is it you seek". Draco held up his wand and pointed it at the figure in front of him "Stay away from me" he said defensively. The voice didn't listen to him and took another step toward him in what appeared to be Harry's body. "I said stand back, I will use this" he shook his wand at the.. the.. Thing, before him. It responded with a light laugh "You won't hurt me" it replied walking much closer. Draco stepped back as the thing traced not to far behind him. As Draco picked up his pace retreating quickly. The thing picked up its pace as well following until Draco's back hit the wall of silver leaving him nowhere to go. Draco inhaled deeply the thing only being about a feet or two away. It reached out and touched his face him shrinking away cradling his face. The jade green eyes piercing through him "One more time Draco, what do you want" these words were soft and actually resembled Harry's voice rubbing it's thumb over his chin. Draco closed his eyes and turned his head sideways feeling very squirmish trying to move away. "Stuptfy" a voice cut clear the air further behind the thing that had a hold of Draco. The spell must have hit because the thing he was trying to squrim away from evaporated releasing him from it's grasp. He slid lightly to the floor leaning against the wall and slouching onto the floor head hidden in his hands light tears forming.

The person who had cast the spell rushed over to him gently grasping his hands crouching down removing them carefully. Draco refused to look up at the person who had rescued him knowing without a shadow of a doubt who it was. "Draco" Harry's calm voice said to him "Draco look at me" he said attempting to get his attention before this began to spiral. Draco refused to move not wanting to interact with anyone. Least of all him. "Draco" Harry repeated himself again not getting any kind of response. He sighed quietly. Harry released his hold on Draco's hands who curled up hugging himself closely. There was a sound of another person sliding next to him and a light thump of something hitting the ground carefully. "I'm going to touch you okay" Harry said reassuringly, Draco let out a small gasp in reply and Harry carefully and slowly placed his hand on Draco's back rubbing comforting circles slowly. Draco swallowed, head still bent he could feel Harry's present close to him aswell as his hand on his back trying to comfort him. He swallowed his pride tightly and let himself fall over onto Harry's shoulder contining to hide his face. Harry's arm stopped rubbing circles and snaked around Draco's shoulders loosely cradling him. Draco let him long enough for him to hold back his frustrated tears.

Afterwards he pushed himself up and rested his head against the glass once more. "So what do you think this place is" he said staring at the mirrored cealing room still filled to the brim with fog. "I'm not to sure to be honest" Harry said "I thought it was supposed to be the Room of Requirement" Draco rolled his "well what else was it supposed to be" " I don't know" Harry responded. Draco rolled his head turning to look at him "So, did you see anything or did you just find me" He asked wanting to know desperately. "Umm" Harry began thinking quietly "ya I did" his eyebrows furrowed sadly. "What did you see" Draco pressed "I saw my God Father" they both went quiet. "Oh" was all Draco could say. " Anything else" Draco looked back up at him knowing he'd seen something hopeful. Harry glanced at him for a moment and then stared at the floor embarrassed "Well uh I, saw you" he said quietly. "What" Draco asked astonished "I said I saw you" Harry said louder looking back up and staring at Draco intensely. A voice echoed quietly through the fog "What is it you desire" doing its best to que him in. Draco's eyes went wide mouth aghast cheeks pink. "Sorry" Harry said clasping his hands and staring at them. Draco blinked once more still in shock " No, no, no don't apologize" he stumbled over his words trying to find his usual vibrato. He put a smirk on his face attempting to restore it "I- I'm okay with that" he said poorly executing his words. "Hmm" Harry looked at him rightfully confused. "I mean" Draco tried again deflating "I'm glad? You saw me in this place, because I kind of saw you too" he shrugged. Harry made a face "That's really not comforting" he said thinking of the weird fog Harry from before. Draco sighed face-palming "That's not what I meant, what I mean Is" he tried to think "Ya know the other night when you came over and we had tea together". "Ya.." Harry looked at him not sure where this was going. "Well, I liked that, and I, well, wouldn't mind if, uhmm you came over more often" he tried, he tried very hard he was never good at talking out loud if it was magic or any kind of insult. Harry was very slow at times but he eventually got what Draco was saying and smiled, a great big toothy smile and let out a small laugh. He grabbed Draco's hand green eyes shining. Draco's heart lurched in his chest swallowing a lump in his throat he decided to use the situation for his thirty seconds of courage. He leaned forward quickly kissing Harry on the lips hand going to his cheek. Harry smiled and kissed him back laughing touching the back of his neck.

And for a moment.

Draco was happy.

He'd learned something new about himself and was at peace.

" I love you" he whispered pulling away.

Harry Smiled at him one last time before he disappeared turning into fog leaving alone Draco once more.

"Now you know" that same voice echoed again.

The hawk circled over once more this landing at his feet as he began to cry alone by himself.

The fog cleared completely revealing the exit now unlocked.

It didn't matter though. Draco had been tricked once more and he wasn't having any of it.
He was going to stay here In this hole until the world stopped dispising him. The blue silvery Hawk clocked its head staring at him. The hawk let out cry getting Draco's attention "And what do you want" he yelled. The Hawk tapped it's beak on the ground and hopped over to the door moving it so it was now slightly ajar. Draco acted like he wasn't paying any attention. The bird sighed and flew back to Draco tugging on his pants with his beak. Draco waved his hand shooing it away "I don't care" he said "I'll go in a little while leave me alone". The bird, knowing when it's not wanted, didn't listen and began circling around his squawking. It made Draco very mad thoroughly pissing him off. He'd had enough of this bullshit for one day. He stood straight up and pointed his wand at the bird "Levicourpos" he said and threw the bird against a bloody wall.

Now please don't be mad the bird is fine, I don't know if you've realized or not but, the bird is magic.

Draco looked around and decided he'd had enough of this room and never wanted to see it again "Incendio" he casted setting the room ablaze before storming out slamming the door behind him.