The Magic Box

Four: Elementary My Dear Ronald

'Hermionie give it up!' Ron sighed. He was spending his Sunday searching every bloody room of Hogwarts with an incredibly stubborn and persistent Hermione, when he could have be in the prefects bathroom steaming things up (and he wasn't talking about having a bath, hehe). He checked out his girlfriend's arse thoroughly as she sped up ahead of him in search of clues to Harry's disappearance that she would never find. She finally stopped and crossed her arms in frustration.

'You're right, we're not going to get anywhere taking this approach,' she concluded.

'What are you talking about Hermione,' Ron sighed.

'The search and pray to god we find him approach,' she explained 'We need to think it out from Harry's perspective. What would he have done!'

Ron groaned and hit his head repeatedly against the wall.

'Why can't you just let Dumbledore and McGonagall search?' Ron pleaded 'If they can find the headquarters of a dark wizard they can defiantly find two lost teenagers!'

'We're Harry's best friends Ronald! If we can't figure out where he fled to then who can?' she demanded. Ron caved and gave into the inevitability that until Harry was found he would find no action.

'Okay then, what would Harry have done Sherlock?' Ron asked.

'Well, let's see, he must have been fighting with Malfoy, what else would those two be doing together right?' Hermione began.

'Sounds good so far,' Ron added.

'So maybe a misaimed spell hit the storage room and destroyed the potions. They hear Snape coming and understandably make a run for it,' she continued.

'Understandably,' Ron commented.

'So where would Harry run to for an escape?' Hermione pondered.

'The forbidden forest?' Ron suggested.

'Yes that's a really good possibility,' Hermione brightened for a second before returning to a scowl. 'No Malfoy would never go back in there after first year, and wherever Harry is, you can bet he's with Malfoy,'

'Why's that?' Ron asked 'I mean their enemies right? So why wouldn't they split up?'

'Because Harry wouldn't let Malfoy out of his sight, you know what he's like, he would never leave anyone to face off with danger alone. It's his noble nature,' Hermione deduced.

That and Harry's had a secret crush on Malfoy since fourth year, Hermione thought, but she would never tell Ron that.

'So what would noble Harry Potter do if he had a homicidal Snape on his tail desperate for his blood?' Ron asked himself.

'Well, where's a safe place to hide on Hogwarts grounds?' Hermione asked.

'The Quidditch pitch?' Ron asked hopeful.

'No it's too much of an open space, it would make it really easy for curses,' Hermione reasoned.

'The astronomy tower?' Ron asked. Hermione looked at him as if he were an idiot.

'He'd be trapped Ron!'

'He could always jump? It'd be better than suffering Snape's wrath,'

'No…wait a second…Ron!' Hermione exclaimed.

'What?'

'Harry would have been in desperate need right?'

'Umm yeah?'

'So Harry would have to think of what he would need right? Something he would say require?'

'Yeah so?'

'So? What about the Room of Requirement?' Hermione exclaimed.

'I thought Snape already checked there?' Ron asked.

'Yes well maybe Harry made the room change to hide him because it was what he needed?' Hermione asked 'It could have worked that way,'

'You know Hermione I think you just might have figured it out,' Ron grinned.

'Eugh! Malfoy that's disgusting!' Harry exclaimed.

'What?' Draco asked innocently. They had both almost pulled a brain muscle trying to figure out what the clue in the note was, before finally deciding to call a lunch break. Harry had asked the magic box for a nice steak sandwich. Draco asked for pancakes, extra syrup. Which was an understatement. Draco licked his lips at the enticing meal before him of syrup with a side of pancakes.

'You're not actually going to eat that are you?' Harry asked.

'Yes!' Draco snapped 'Why wouldn't I? It looks bloody fantastic!'

'It's…well, don't you think it's just a little bit too sweet?' Harry asked.

'No way!'

'But…you can't eat that!' Harry exclaimed, what was wrong with Draco's tastebuds or his stomach for that matter. Halfway through that meal and Harry would be in the bathroom puking his guts out.

'Why?' Draco asked 'Why o' why must you deprive me of my lunch Potter?'

'It's just disgusting! It's lunch! And you're eating breakfast and dessert all at once!' Harry exclaimed.

'It's just pancakes Potter,' Draco was becoming very protective of his lunch.

'It's ridiculous you're going to rot your teeth!'

'There are spells for that you know,'

'Yes but…you…just…' Harry was stunned, he couldn't believe that Draco was actually going to eat something like that for lunch. 'You're going to get as fat as Hogwarts if you eat like that!'

'Nonsense Potter, a fast metabolism runs in the family, now if you don't mind I'd like to eat my lunch in peace!' and before Harry could say another word Draco shovelled an entire pancake into his mouth.

Harry was grossed out for two seconds, two calm, peaceful, ordinary seconds before Draco had finished chewing his pancake and before a large portion of syrup began dripping from Draco's lips and down his chin. Harry became transfixed by it. The delicious, sweet topping running from those perfect lips, down his pale chin and began to run down Malfoy's neck. Harry shivered. How he would love to lick that trail of syrup from Draco's enticing lips down to his neck. Hell, Harry would have run that syrup all over Draco's pale ,beautiful, masculine body and lap it all up slowly and purposefully. Harry licked his own lips at the thought. Harry was so immersed in it he didn't realise he was staring.

Draco paused reaching for another pancake and looked at Harry, who was staring intently at Draco's lips. Draco nearly collapsed from shock, Harry was starring at him with that look. Good goddess why did he have to be staring at him like that. Draco forgot all about his pancakes. Harry looked so gorgeous, so completely shaggable it was intoxicating. Draco looked up into Harry's eyes and whimpered. Oh dear god, Draco knew the look in Harry's eyes. Lust, desire, passion, it all shone out of Harry, he looked so alive. Draco couldn't just sit there when Harry was staring at him like that. He had to-

'Harry!' the two boys were snapped out of their daze by very loud feminine voice.

'What the fuck!' Draco exclaimed. He grabbed a towel and whipped the syrup from face.

'Funny,' Harry said 'That sounded just like Hermione,'

'Granger?' Draco asked, 'But that's not possible,'

'Harry mate are you in here?' a male voice.

'Alright, that was defiantly Ron!' Harry piped up.

'Where the hell are they?' Draco asked 'And why are they so loud?'

'Well we're in the box right?' Harry suggested 'So maybe they're in the Room of

Requirement! Maybe they're just outside!'

'Thank the fucking gods, now all we have to do is get them to hear us,' Draco spoke optimistically.

'HERMIONE!' Harry yelled.

'WEASLEY!' Draco joined in.

'Harry? Are you in here? It's Hermione you don't need to worry about Snape?' the voice said.

'She can't hear us,' Draco noted.

'Well yell louder,' Harry ordered 'HERMIONE!'

'GRANGER, WEASLEY! WE'RE IN THE FUCKING BOX!'

'RON! HERMIONIE!'

'It doesn't look good Hermionie,' Ron's voice spoke 'Maybe you were wrong,'

'NO, RON, HERMIONIE. I'M RIGHT HERE! STUCK WITH MALFOY, HELP!'

'Hey!' Draco spoke rather hurt.

'Yeah, but where else could he be?' Hermione sighed.

'HERMIONE! RON!' Harry continued to yell.

'WEASLEY IF YOU DON'T GET ME OUT OF HERE, I'M GOING TO TURN YOU INTO A GARDEN GNOME!' Draco yelled.

'Come on then Hermione, let's go check the astronomy tower, you never know,' Ron said doubtfully.

'RON HERMIONE, NO PLEASE!' Harry yelled in vain.

'Oh for fuck's sake!' Draco said before raising his wand and pointing at his throat and casting, 'Sonorus,'

'WEASLEY, GRANGER! IF YOU LEAVE THIS ROOM I SWEAR TO GOD THE PAST SIX YEARS WILL LOOK LIKE A PICNIC WHEN I'M THROUGH WITH YOU!' Draco voice echoed, harry had to cover his ears.

'Holy fuck is that Malfoy?' Ron asked. Harry glowed and punched the air.

'Yes alright! Way to go Malfoy! I owe you a butterbeer!' Harry cried out.

'Where are you Malfoy?' Hermione's voice asked 'Is Harry with you?'

'UNFORTUNETLY I'VE BEEN STUCK WITH HIM SINCE YESTERDAY! DON'T WORRY WEASLEY HE STILL HAS ALL HIS LIMBS AND I'M WITHOUT SCARRING.' Draco informed. 'DO YOU SEE A WOODEN BOX ANYWHERE?'

'A wooden box?' Hermione asked.

'YES FAIRLY SMALL, LIKE A MUSIC BOX. IT'S GOT ODD INGRAVINGS ON IT,' Draco detailed.

'Yes I can see it, it's on the mantle piece,' Hermione spoke.

'ALRIGHT, BE CAREFUL I DON'T KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN BUT HARR- POTTER AND I ARE IN THAT BOX,' Draco instructed.

'You're in the box?' Ron asked sceptically.

'UNLESS YOU'VE GOT ANYTHING INSTRUCTIVE TO SAY WEASLEY, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LET GRANGER HANDLE THIS,' Draco snapped.

'Alright I've picked up the box,' Hermione said, 'Now what?'

Draco looked to Harry. Harry just shrugged, and looked up.

'I DON'T KNOW,' Draco said honestly 'TRY OPENING IT,'

Suddenly the ceiling was lifted and the two boys were seeing a very large bushy haired head. They both screamed and fell down in shock.

'Wow,' Hermione said. Ron ran over, looked down, and said a few combinations of words that will not be written.