The Set Up
"Hey Draco, who organised the whole room and for Snape to send us down there anyway? And how come you could get out of the room but I couldn't?" Harry asked Malfoy pointedly.
"Well, I didn't set it up. And I don't know how I could leave and you couldn't. Nor do I know how someone managed to get Snape of all people to send us down there. We'll have to do some investigating, eh, Potter?" I smirked at him.
"I guess we'll have to." Harry responded, winking at me in a seductive manner.
"Where do we start?" I asked, not sure where to begin. It wasn't my sort of thing, investigating. That was Harry's area of expertise.
"We begin with the room. We have to find it again and soon, otherwise any evidence that was left there could be taken away." Harry stated, looking into my eyes.
"I agree. Let's go after Potions, alright?" I said, gazing into his green eyes.
"Agreed." He answered.
Potions was a nightmare for Harry, I could see. Snape tormented him, always taking points off Gryffindor and even 'accidently' smashing Harry's vial of potion just so that Harry would get a zero on today's assignment. Poor Hermione (I can't believe I just thought that) had already cleared up Harry's cauldron using a Vanishing spell so he couldn't even get another vial. She apologised profusely but it was too late. There was nothing she could do to rectify it. I caught up with Harry just after class- he was waiting outside the door for me. Hermione was holding Ron's hand and they smirked as they left, probably thinking we were having a romantic rendezvous.
"Come on Potter, to the basement level." I said, dragging him along by his hand.
"Alright, no need to pull my arm off." He smiled at me.
We walked for about half an hour, finally finding the room we had been in all holidays. The room looked exactly as we left it- minus the dirty dishes we had left on the table after our last meal in the room. Someone had been in to clean and it immediately brought to my mind the house elves. Who else explore the castle unseen and clean? They have been here so they know this room and may know who set us up. I decided to voice my theory to Harry to see what he thought of it.
"House elves. They've been here, recently too. We should go to the kitchens and see what they know. What do you reckon?" I asked hesitantly. Sure as I was of my theory, I was nervous to see what Harry would think.
"Good idea Draco." He replied, smiling at me.
We silently walked to the kitchens, not desiring to fill our walk with conversation. That was one of the reasons I liked Potter. We could be silent for hours and just enjoy each other's company without the need to fill the air with words.
We arrived at the kitchens and after tickling the pear, we entered. The house elves were working on the feast and bowed to us graciously when they noticed our appearance. Harry immediately sought after Dobby, my old house elf because he and Harry were friends. Perhaps this would make it easier to find our more information.
"Dobby, do you know of the room in the basement with a big bed, a stereo, romantic candlelight and a dinner set for two? And more importantly, do you know who else knows of this room?" Harry asked him curiously, as Dobby looked nervous.
"Harry Potter mustn't be angry with Dobby. Dobby hoped that if Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were in a room together they might start to like each other. And Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy could become more than friends, for Dobby overheard Harry Potter tell his friends that he was gay. Dobby knew Draco Malfoy was too for he was there when Draco was stabbed by his father. Is Harry Potter angry with Dobby?" Dobby looked up at us tearfully, almost afraid of the answer.