A/N: I've borrowed a few lines from the illustrious JKR. Sadly I do not own them.
The Room of Requirement
"Hold it, Potter," Goyle's voice grunted as Harry reached out for the diadem. He turned around. Crabbe and Goyle stood a few paces away, wands out. Behind them stood Draco.
"So, how come you three aren't with Voldemort?" Harry asked, stalling. Ron and Hermione couldn't more than a few rows away; they'd hear them talking.
"We're gonna be rewarded," said Crabbe softly, and then Harry saw that behind him, Draco was raising a wand, and pointing it at Crabbe. One, Draco mouthed at him. Two.
"We 'ung back, Potter. Decided not to go. Decided to bring you to 'im."
On three, Harry and Draco cried "STUPEFY", and Crabbe and Goyle collapsed in the red light. Draco stepped over them and tugged their wands from their hands, as Ron and Hermione came barreling around the corner.
"Salazar, you three really aren't capable of doing anything surreptitiously, are you?" he drawled.
"Draco!" Hermione exclaimed, her face brightening.
"How'd you get in here?" Ron asked rudely, although he reddened self-consciously as he said it.
"I virtually lived in the Room of Hidden Things all last year," said Draco, his voice brittle. "I know how to get in. That's it up there, yeh?"
He gestured up at the old tiara sitting on the bewigged stone bust.
Harry nodded and quickly reached up to snag it. He hesitated, and then held it out towards Draco.
"Would you like to do the honors?" Draco looked surprised for a moment, but he recovered quickly.
"Of course," he said, taking the diadem gently.
"Sword of Gryffindor or basilisk fang?" Hermione asked, looking down into her beaded bag.
Draco raised one eyebrow regally. "Is that even a question?"
