There's got to be a door, Draco thought, there's no physical way there isn't be a door.
Draco paced back and forth against the wall he and Granger had entered through. But, at the sake of all his logic, the door in question was nowhere to be seen.
Granger still sat on the floor by the statues opposite him. There was a spacey feel about her as she looked down and fiddled with her shoelaces. Draco figured she was probably thinking about something. He was slightly bothered by the fact that she was just sitting there thinking, of all things, and not helping him look for the door. But the hope for a streak of genius from the bushy-haired girl kept Draco from telling her off.
Meanwhile, Draco had just about given up on finding the door. All 5 of his senses, (not that you can smell or taste a door, though he had tried smelling it just out of desperation, but he wasn't about to lower himself to licking the wall) told him that there probably hadn't been a door present to being with.
As logic battled reality, Draco turned his attention back to the room he was in. It was his room all right, he wondered if the enchantments his mother put on the statues still worked. Grimly pushing away the image of the filthy little girl sitting on the floor, and how she was probably contaminating his safe room, he began to wonder just how they had gotten here. He had worked out that they were in the Room of Requirement, that had been simple for him. He had been here often out of late. What he didn't understand was why they had been brought here, of all places.
Draco's mind switched to automatic. Basics, he thought. The Room of Requirement… What did he know about the Room of Requirement? It follows your thoughts when you enter. It gives you what you want… What had he wanted when he entered? To escape from McGonagall. A safe place. He had gotten that all right. But a safe place! The room had gone to the most basic definition of "safe place" that existed in Draco's mind. But Granger must have wanted something too… But what? They had been running away from McGonagall and Mrs. Norris. She had probably wanted to get away from that particular corridor as much as he had. He had made the decision to hide, so her instinct was most likely somewhere along the lines of trusting and following him.
He looked back down at Granger, only to find that she had moved in the time of Draco's internal monologue. The girl was now aimlessly meandering throughout the room, seemingly lost in thought. Draco let himself watch her for a bit, but stopped when he found himself wondering what she was thinking.
Suddenly, like a just-freed bludger, Granger let out a triumphant cry, halting just before the wall. Her head whipped from left to right, stopping when she found Draco. He had opened his mouth the question her actions (rudely, of course) but was immediately cut off by a long stream of words:
"The Room, it knew we wanted to hide. You pulled me into the room so it must have made your thoughts more influential than mine. But it still followed the idea we both had: to hide. The door probably disappeared because we didn't want to be found. If the door was still there, anybody could walk in. Or so our subconscious most likely thinks. I'm supposing it's still not there because there's a possibility that McGonagall or Mrs. Norris is out there waiting for us. The problem is, that's always a possibility."
Draco realized she had put together a tad bit more than he had, but he still had been listening to her words with little interest. "Glad you figured that out, Granger," he called out smugly. "But that knowledge is going to help us how, exactly?" He skillfully left out the fact that if Granger hadn't said it first, he gladly would have said something and taken the credit for the discovery himself.
"Well," she snapped, "I figured it might be nice to know how we got here." My, she was a feisty girl. "And possibly helpful, too, in figuring out how to get out of here." She added after a moment.
Draco thought it over. "Well," he sighed, "it's better than nothing." It was odd for him not to have something snippy to say. He slid down the wall and sat down opposite the statues. After a moment, Granger followed suit.
Silence ensued. It had been a long while until Granger piped up:
"But… Do you have any idea how we're going to get out of the room?" Granger admitting she didn't know something? Not directly, of course.
Draco couldn't help but notice that she looked nervous. He would never admit it out loud, but he couldn't find the courage to not blame her.
"I hate to admit it, but honestly," he paused, his eyes trailing the edges of the statues opposite them. "I haven't the slightest idea."