"Well, what are we waiting for then?" Potter demanded, as soon as the matter at hand was solved. "No time to waste!"

Weasley rolled her eyes, meeting my gaze briefly. "Yes, I know how much you care about Al, James, but there's no reason to hurry now that Malfoy's here." She had meant her comment to be sarcastic.

Instantly, I clenched my hand into a fist. "What's that supposed to mean, eh, Weasley?"

"Truce, Malfoy, remember?"

"You have some nerve for reminding me about the truce when you were the one who decided to break it," I said dryly.

She batted her eyelashes innocently. "Why would I ever break the truce, Malfoy?"

Potter shouldered her. "That's enough, you two," he ordered, sounding clearly annoyed as he turned to scowl at me. It wasn't my fault. "We're wasting time. C'mon, under the Cloak."

Potter had a Cloak? That was certainly interesting.

"Are you sure it's a good idea for Malfoy to know about it?" Weasley asked worriedly.

"It's not like he'll try stealing it in the common room," Potter replied calmly. "It'll be fine. Though the thought of him getting into trouble while we're under the cloak is a very tempting idea..."

Weasley bit her lip nervously, turning to study me again. I glared back at her. "Don't you dare..." I began threateningly.

"Listen, Malfoy. I'm the eldest here, so you'll have to follow my orders, understand? And if I have to kick you out, then that's what I'll do. But if you cooperate with us, we should be able to process smoothly," said Potter as he threw the Invisibility Cloak over himself first.

"Last time I recall, I was the one who offered to help you, and you accepted my help gratefully. So, Potter, wherever you are, you better keep that in mind," I warned, feeling rather silly for speaking to the now-invisible Potter.

"James, don't cover yourself first! Now we can't even find you!" Weasley thrilled. She shrieked as Potter abruptly revealed himself in front of her, and she stumbled backward. That was, to say the least, very entertaining to watch. "Enough fooling around, James!"

Potter offered a bit of the Cloak to me, and I ducked under. "Okay, okay, Rosie," he laughed, forgetting for a moment that I was there. Only when I jabbed him in the side with my elbow did he cough and straighten himself.

It was a tighter fit than I had thought. The three of us tried maneuvering down the corridor under the Cloak—tried being the keyword here. We bumped into each other quite often.

I took a step, and felt my foot land on something other than the ground. "Ow—that was my foot, Malfoy!" Weasley exclaimed, breaking the silence.

"You put your foot there first, Weasley," I retorted. She was such a whiny know-it-all. I hadn't even started on the fact that she could've been tripping me, for all I know, and she was mad at me for accidentally stepping on her!

Potter led us on to the seventh floor, listening to our exchanges in silence.

"Oh yeah?" Weasley snorted, as if she had finally come up with a good come-back.

"Quiet, you two!" Potter hissed at us (who knew even Potter had his limits?), "Or else Filch will definitely come! Do you want me to silence the both of you just so you would stop arguing?"

The thought of Potter Silencio'ing me was unpleasant, and so I reluctantly grew quiet. Weasley must've been thinking along the same lines, for she too stopped talking, but only until we found a double-door in the wall (I had never noticed it there before). "Has this always been here?" she asked, studying the door as she pulled off the Cloak.

"Not that I recall," I muttered, gazing up at the door.

"Strange," Potter put in thoughtfully, reaching a hand forward to open the door.

Before he could touch the handle, however, the doors swung open. The younger Potter stood just inside, gaping at us. "James! Rosie! A-And...Malfoy." He frowned at me, and I shrugged in response.

No longer paying attention to me, Weasley leapt forward and hugged Potter. "Al, you idiot!" she scolded him, "James and I worried our heads off over you! We even sent Domi out to search, too! Why did you leave?" At least I wasn't the subject of her fretting.

"Felt like exploring a bit," Potter answered her with a grin. "Remember the stories Dad told us about the Room of Requirement? Well, this is it! But Malfoy now knows, too, unfortunately," he added, turning to me again.

"And, unfortunately, there's nothing you can do about it," I pointed out with a smirk. I remembered that Father had worked on a 'Project' for a few summers before, often leaving and not returning till late at night. Once, I even found a book he had accidentally left open, which contained a detailed description on Fiendfyre. Did it have something to do with this? I had heard stories of the Room of Requirement being destroyed, and yet, now it was here again. Perhaps Father was the one who repaired it. "Truce's over, Weasley."

She nodded. "Yeah, I know, Malfoy. Truce's over. Don't you dare go telling everyone about this place, you hear?"

What was her problem now? Anyone who wanted to find the room will eventually find it on their own accord. It wasn't as if I was about to go screaming that the Room of Requirement existed! "And what will you do if I tell everyone? Send the vast number of Weasleys at me?"

"Good idea," she grinned. "I'll think of something, soon."

"Sod off, Malfoy," The eldest Potter added. "I mean, thanks for your help for looking for Al and all, but now there's nothing more for you to do."

So much for my help. I narrowed my eyes at them. That was the most purposeless evening of my life, ever. I took my time returning to the Slytherin Dungeons, and en route, I passed that Dominque Weasley again.

"Ohh, Malfoy, found Albus yet?" she queried as soon as she spotted me.

"Why, of course," I told her with mocking sweetness. She chuckled, and I sighed. "Your cousins are with him."

Weasley beamed at me. "Wonderful! My thanks go with you!"

The last thing I needed was her thanks. "Sure, whatever." I gave her a half-wave as I continued walking, glad to be away from Weasleys for once in my life.

"You're adorable, you know?" she called after me.

I choked.

Without any more hesitation, I hurried back to the common room. It was late now, and to my relief, it was empty. Even Sue probably had gone to bed.

I just knew one thing for sure, now: if Father ever discovered me helping the Weasleys, he'll never forgive me. Sighing again, I collapsed into my bed, exhausted from the evening's events.

I wonder why I had even agreed to help them in the first place.

If it wasn't for Veela-girl blackmailing me, I wouldn't have spent the night on a wild goose chase.

Never was I going to acquaintance myself with anyone Veela-related ever again.

Not even if my life depended on it.

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