Secrets and Dirty Deeds
By the Barefoot Pianist
Chapter 25
"You're despicable."
Carmen and Malfoy were sitting at a study table in the library one afternoon. Malfoy, sitting quietly and reading a reference book, was trying hard to ignore the mad bull, steam pouring out of its ears, sitting next to him. Carmen, on the other hand, was trying very hard not to scream. Not because there was a mad bull next to her (she was the mad bull herself) but because Malfoy had been annoying her for the past twenty minutes, among other things. Firstly, she did not want to be in the library. Secondly, she did not want to work on her assignment. And thirdly (and most importantly) she did not want to be doing either of those things with Malfoy.
"Despicability is only a frame of mind," said Malfoy quietly, somewhat suppressed by the whole you-must-keep-silence-or-the-librarian-will-hex-you-to-death atmosphere of the library. Malfoy clicked his tongue again, as he had done for the last twenty minutes, and suppressed a sneer.
Carmen shivered and then breathed deeply. "If you do that one more time I'll…"
Click
She breathed again. Her voice rose as she tried hard not to yell, "I'll…"
Click
She slammed her quill on the table and yell, no longer able to keep her temper down. "That's it! I can't stand this assignment! I can't stand your clicky noises! AND MOST OF ALL, I CAN'T STAND YOU! AND IF YOU MAKE THAT STUPID NOISE AGAIN, I'LL HEX YOU TO OBLIVIAN!!!"
"RIGHT, THAT'S IT! I'VE HAD ENOUGH WITH YOU TWO!" bellowed Madam Pince. "OUT! OUT! AND TAKE YOUR THINGS WITH YOU!"
The next moment, the two could be seen chucked out of the library along with quills, parchment and books being thrown out with them. But then came Malfoy's ink well… which smashed against the opposite wall. Malfoy looked sadly at the spot where lines of ink were now running down.
"Look at the shit you got us into!" yelled Carmen.
"Me?!"
"Yes, you!"
"I wasn't the one yelling at the top of my lungs in the library!"
"No, but I wouldn't have, if it weren't for you clicking away with your tongue! Hey, come back! I haven't finished with you yet!"
Malfoy shoved his hands in his pockets and stalked off. Carmen ran to catch up behind him and pulled on his sleave. He pulled it out of her grip and kept walking.
"Wait, where are you going?" she asked him, but he simply ignored her. They walked up stairs, down corridors, up more stairs, through doors, behind tapestries, and down stairs until they reached a door. Malfoy entered it, Carmen right behind him.
They entered a small room, which had in it a table, two chairs and three walls, covered from floor to ceiling in books… about magical history.
"What is this place?" Carmen said as she stood and stared.
"The room of requirement," he replied.
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Carmen slumped on the couch in the Slytherin common room. She looked slightly delusional and her knees had buckled before she landed safely on the couch. "Books…" she mumbled to herself.
Malfoy came and sat down next to her. They had just come back from working the whole evening on the stupid history assignment. "What's wrong with you?" he asked.
"Books… I've never seen so many books in my life…"
"Yes, but they're only books. Is that such a miracle?"
"Did I forget to mention that I have an allergy?"
"Yeah, I think you did."
"Well, I have an allergy to books… history books… masses of history books…"
He gave a sigh, "well, it's going to be one big history task, isn't it?"
"Books…" she whimpered.
A/N: R&R! Hey everyone, I'm SO sorry that I haven't updated in a very long time! It's amazing the things you can give up when you're out of the habit! But I'm back, and I won't be thrown off that easily! So expect a steady flow of chapters, my friends!