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Chapter 3- Revisiting the Room of Requirement

I trudged into the great hall early the next morning, shaking the sleep from my eyes. The still blue ceiling was streaked with pink and orange to match the early morning sky outside. I was determined to get an early start on the day, even if it meant just wondering aimlessly through the halls for an hour before class started, and before the other students had even entered the great hall.

Or...I thought, the beginning of an idea forming in my head. The room of requirement! I almost said it aloud, which would have been strange because I was the only one at the Ravenclaw table, and only one of about 5 people in the whole great hall. I quickly shoveled bacon and eggs into my mouth, excited at the prospect of revisiting the former meeting place of the D.A. I still had my fake galleon at the bottom of my trunk, lying with broken quills, crumpled parchment and an abundance of candy wrappers which I should have cleaned out a while ago.

After finishing I quickly stood up and left, shouldering my bag and trying to scour my memory for where exactly the room was. One corridor faded into the next, and I was delayed once to scold a rather rude (and not very sober) portrait of a French man in an uncomfortable looking suit. Than I had to stop suddenly as staircases changed their minds and decided to go the opposite way, leaving my impatiently tapping my foot at their antics.

I finally reached the hallway I was looking for- 2 small girls sat asleep, sitting against the walls, tongues hanging out in a fashion that I had only seen from boys. I backed up quietly a ways back, tying not to wake them. As the first emitted snores louder than I'd ever heard I realized that it was safe to approach. I stood in front of the blank expanse of wall, thinking as hard as I could that I needed somewhere to go. After a few tries to no avail, my mind wandered to Draco Malfoy. I knew he had been the one repeatedly saving me in my dreams-but why? More specifically, why was I dreaming about him of all people? But dreams didn't really mean anything, right? And what had Draco meant about the thestrals yesterday? I had too many questions and no one to ask. He had looked so-unlike himself. Not a trace of a smirk or a sneer was plastered on his face. I wish I could talk to him now...I had barely finished the thought when the door suddenly appeared right in front of me.

A bit delayed...I thought to myself, taking a step backward in surprise. But better late than ever!

I slowly pushed the door open and silently closed it behind me.

I heart a scraping noise, and my heart felt like I had missed a step on the stairs as I realized I wasn't alone in the room.

"Reparo!" a voice hissed repeatedly, sounding almost on the verge of tears. Then came the sound of probably a foot kicking into something solid-what the person said next was mostly muffled by myself scrounging for a place to hide and than crouching behind a tall bookcase that had just conveniently appeared-I was in the room of requirement after all. I did catch something about 'two impossible feats from a 16 year old' and 'only because father's in Azkaban.' I clamped a restraining hand over my mouth as I almost gasped when I realized that I recognized that voice. It belonged to Draco Malfoy, my own personal source for confusion. His pounding footsteps grew nearer, and I held my breath hoping I wouldn't be discovered, pressing my back up even harder against the bookcase.

"Crabbe! Goyle!" his voice lost it's furious tone as it cracked, showing his earlier desperation. "I thought I told you to be on guard! And here you are, asleep! Now get off your-" the door slammed and I breathed a sigh of relief before a wave of panic washed over me. I put two and two together. Over the summer, I had heard the Malfoys had been given a special mission from Voldemort-know I realized it was only one particular Malfoy. But how could that be? He was sixteen! At least I could rest assured that Draco wasn't a Death Eater. It wouldn't be logical at all. For one, he wasn't even out of school. Two, not even Malfoy would sink that low, even though his parents would. But what had he been talking about with Crabbe and Goyle? All I had seen out there had been the two little girls.

"Draco..." I whispered his name, clutching my wand and pressing myself against the bookcase once more even though I knew I was in no danger of being caught. No one would enter-but that brought me back to the fact, how did I enter?

Come on, think. You're a Ravenclaw, I thought to myself. Act like one.

I put together the things I knew about the room of requirement-it opened if you needed something, but only if it was unoccupied. Unless you specifically needed the person I wracked my brains, remembering the exact thing I had been thinking as the door had appeared-I had been thinking of Draco. Who was inside the room.

There's your answer, I thought to myself. I needed Draco, and I was let in.

"No!" I said aloud. I didn't need Draco. I had simply phrased it wrong. No need to spaz out, I told myself.

I had just wanted to talk to him, that was all.

I pushed my blonde hair behind my ears, standing up. I surveyed the room, and became slightly inexplicably frightened as I wondered what the vast room's shadows could be hiding. Just as I finished thinking this the room shrunk, becoming cozy and small, with a single door leading out. Exactly what I needed. I pushed it and stepped back out into the hallway to start my first class of the year.

I turned into the Ancient Runes room with two extremely heavy books. Being the first one in, I plunked down in a desk toward the back and opened my book to start skimming through the first chapter, pushing back my curly hair. As I was stifling a yawn Hermione Granger walked in, smiling at my but sitting in the front row in the exact center.

Hey, the Ravenclaw description didn't include being a teacher's pet; nothing against Hermione of course, I actually admired her bravery very much. It was a quality I wished I had more of. My thoughts flashed back to Greyback's sneering face last summer and I shuddered involuntarily.

"Where is the third member of this class?" Asked Professor Babbling. "Draco Malfoy?" She could have apparated appeared so suddenly, breaking me out of my reverie. Only three people in this class?

"I'm here," drawled a familiar voice coming from behind me. My heart oddly skipped a beat as he startled me.

I suddenly had the feeling someone was watching me, the back of my neck tingling. I felt the sudden urge to busy my hands so I rapidly flipped through the pages in my textbook, not really reading them.

"Good, Draco. Take a seat," she nodded her head, her black hair streaked with grey pulled back into a severely tight bun.

Draco sat on the opposite side of the back of the room and immediately crossed him arms over his chest, more sprawling than sitting.

"No, no, no!" Professor Babbling said, looking back and forth at the three of us. "This is a class of three, for heaven's sake! Move together!" she gestured to the front and center of the room, where Hermione already was.

"I'm not sitting by Granger," Malfoy sneered as Babbling turned her back and started writing on the chalkboard. I closed up my books and walked to sit behind Hermione.

"You will sit wherever I tell you to, Malfoy, wether it be by Miss Granger or otherwise." she reprimanded without even stopping her writing.

"She's a hag," Draco muttered as I dropped my books behind Hermione and to the right of him.

"You're an arse," I whispered, scooting to the left side of the chair so I wouldn't be in danger of accidently bumping his arm or anything like that.

As Babbling droned on in a monotone voice and Hermione scribbled away, I noticed Draco had dark bags under his eyes, which were drooping due to lack of sleep. I took out a blank piece of parchment, writing-

Try to stay awake, Draco. And what were you talking about the thestrals yesterday? Don't give me any of that 'none of your business crap.'

I folded it up and passed it, watching out of the corner of my eye as he bent over his desk. Soon the reply came back-

I'm not the one who looks like I didn't sleep a bit. And I told you yesterday and I'll tell you again; keep your nose in your own business.

I exhaled furiously at his slanted handwriting.

I don't take orders from arrogant bullies like you! I wrote back. I wasn't expecting a reply, so I was surprised when the folded of piece of parchment landed back on my desk.

Which just goes to show that you don't know me at all, Greengrass.

Oh yeah? I've known you for 6 years. I know you enough to stay away from you.

Why is it than that you chose to sit by me rather than Granger? Came his cocky reply. I had no response but simply glared at him, hoping the warmth spreading through my cheeks was just my imagination. Draco's trademark smirk however, was not.

I transfigured the note into a minute pebble and flicked it off my desk. I tuned back into Babbling's lecture just in time to hear her announce the lengthy assignment.

"I want a 15 inch essay on the translation methods in the 1800's, which you will find material on from pages 1 to 45 in your first textbook. Also on page 95 you will find two encrypted messages found on an ancient egyptian tomb-decipher as accurately as possible!" she called. I groaned softly under my breath as the exact assignment immediately appeared in my magical homework assignment book.

"You have two days- I want this completed and in my hands on Wednesday! Class dismissed!" she bellowed. She opened the glass doors with a flick of her tan wand, revealing the start of the end-of-hour rush. With a quick glance at my schedule I realized I had Defense Against the Dark Arts next.

Julie caught up to me and we began to walk to Defense together.

"So...have you seen the Quidditch try out paper?" she prodded, giving me a meaningful look.

"Yeah...what about it?" I asked, feigning cluelessness.

"Oh please oh please oh please! I've seen you fly Tori, you're brilliant! And I'll do it if you do it," she begged, clasping her hands together. I groaned, squeezing my hazel eyes shut so tight they gathered a bit of moisture.

"But there's only one position for seeker!" I protested.

"Exactly-you be seeker-you even have a broom, Merlin Tori you're a Ravenclaw for gosh sakes! And I have my eye on chaser, anyway," she shrugged.

"I'm terrible at flying though-"

"What did I just hear? Astoria Greengrass, the very girl I've been trying to recruit for three years after I saw her chase down Malfoy over the tops of the castle-telling herself she's terrible at flying? Merlin Astoria! You were born to fly!" Eric Maloney rambled, walking right besides me. His good looks made many a girl forget her name but his sweet talking didn't work with me. I thought he layed it on waaaaay thick. The fact that he was popular and the Quidditch captain only increased his already huge ego. So of course, he thought he could have any girl. Which wasn't actually that far off the mark I guess-he could have almost any girl. But almost wasn't part of his vocabulary so he thought himself quite the big shot.

But he chose to go after the one girl who only saw him as the slightly annoying sort-of friend-me. He had not only been asking-no, begging-me to join the Quidditch team since 3rd year, but also for me to accompany him to Hogsemeade, which I had politely declined every. Single. Time. The boy was hopelessly infatuated-but even more of an arrogant prat than Malfoy, his Hogwarts-sized ego winning him that race.

I smiled, remembering another competition the boys had fourth year-asking me to the Yule Ball.

"I dunno, eric..." I started to put into play my typical ease-him-into-rejection response-worked with both Hogsemead and Quidditch.

He stopped walking and tugged on my arm. Julie continued walking after a mouthed, "see you later," and an over-exaggerated wink.

My back was up against the wall, and Eric rested his hand above my head leaning over me. He gave me a look which probably dazzled many other girls-unfortunately the only urge this girl was getting was one to laugh in his face.

"Astoria," he pleaded, widening his eyes in the signature puppy dog look. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Pansy Parkinson practically hanging off Draco Malfoy. Seeing us Draco turned slightly pink (in Malfoy language this pretty much meant tomato red) and twitched his hand toward his pocket where I faintly saw the outline of his wand. What was his problem?

"Astoria...I only want one seeker for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team and I want it to be you." Pansy's ears, trained to hear any tidbit of gossip from a mile away, disentangled herself from Draco and dragged him over to us by his hands.

"What do you want Parkinson," I sighed, causing Eric to jump back quickly from me, which made him stumble into Malfoy.

"Watch it, Maloney!" he sneered, shoving him back.

"Draco, we're not here to fight," came Pansy's ridiculous attempt at a seductive whisper.

"So Greengrass," Pansy drew out the syllables in my name, sneering. "Refusing to join the Quidditch team...again?" Pansy said. I raised my eyebrows at her.

"Why does it matter?" I sighed, crossing my arms.

"Oh, no reason...you'd be seeker, right, tut, tut...but I guess going up against Drakie can intimidate the best of anyone!"

"Malfoy's about as intimidating as a ferret, same goes for you, Parkinson," I snickered, a flashback of a transfigured Malfoy as a furry little beast playing through my head.

"Did you get my note, Greengrass?" Pansy sobered up, getting right in my face. I sneered at her while Eric put a hand on my shoulder.

"Crawl back into the hole you came from Parkinson, I really don't bloody care." I told her cheerfully.

"Come on, Astoria..." Eric said, trying to lead me to Defense. I turned on my heel, hopefully whacking Pansy in the face with some of my long hair. Before I turned I caught a look of her astonished face, her mouth moving up and down silently like a fish out of water.

"You know what?" I said, still seething from Pansy's confrontation. "Sign me up. I'm going for seeker tryouts."

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