Dumbstruck, I sits down.
'This wasn't how it was supposed to be. They lied to us. To me! They promised eternal fame and glory to the competitors, fun, safety even. Best of all, I wasn't even supposed to be a part of it! I guess my trust was misplaced.'
"What's left for me here? Open hostility? Murder attempts? Expulsion? Certainly nothing good."
I stand, turn, and walk out of the library. Right into Draco.
"Watch where you're going, idiot."
"Sorry."
Draco's face darkens.
"Going for good?"
'How did he...?'
"So what if I am?"
"What gives you the right?"
Before I can even speak, he cuts me off.
"No, not here, meet me at the 7th floor main staircase in ten minutes."
'I can't read Malfoy today. He's usually so straightforward, but this is a bit much, even for him. I wonder what's up with him.'
...
I'm leaning against a statue, bored out of my mind, wondering why it's anyone would want to build a statue of a quilt, and why anyone would paint it alternating orange and yellow. Actually, now I'm wondering why anyone would paint anything orange or yellow, when every single other colour in the entire magical universe both exists and is a better choice. Like gold. Call it house bias, but gold is a much better colour than orange and yellow combined, while looking quite like the two. Red too. Red's a very nice colour, and goes with just about everything. Even green and silver is a better colour scheme than orange and yellow.
Speaking of green and silver.
"Malfoy."
"Potter. Alright, come with me."
'I wonder where we're going.'
We walk a short ways, and don't pass a single person. I've never actually been to this part of the castle, so I look around.
There isn't a whole lot that's worth mentioning except for a very large tapestry depicting a Magical Château. A man walks out of what looks like a workshop on top of the highest battlements wearing a pair of wings and holding a wand. He nods to me, then jumps down off of the battlements. He soars a bit, before plummeting to the earth below. I gasp. I needn't've, because I hear a crack, and then another as he reappears at the door of his workshop. He pauses, looks at where the wreckage of his creation is still visible off in the distance, shakes his head, and walks back into the shop.
A shout from the distance rouses me from my reverie.
It's Malfoy. "Oy, you coming or not."
Not waiting for my response, he turns and walks away.
I take one last look, then run after him.
Eventually we stop. I only notice because I bump into Draco for the second time today.
He paces forward and backwards, before turning abruptly and opening a door in the wall. He goes in and motions for me to follow.