Professor Slughorn was enjoying a bowl of Crystallized Pineapple when he heard a load rumble of many footsteps. Curious, he poked his head out his doorway and saw Harry and Ginny. He didn't understand how just those two could make such noise but if anyone could, it would be the Chosen One.
"Harry, M' Boy! Come in, come in!" Slughorn genially began, his grand bulk now blocking the corridor. Harry had no choice but to obey; the vast crowd would soon reach them. Ginny stood behind Harry, looking unsure.
"You too, Miss Weasley." Slughorn followed Ginny in and shut the door just as Ronled the massive Gryffiduff group into the corridor.
"Now where did he go?" Ron asked himself, then smirked when he saw Slughorn's door.
"Come out, come out wherever you are."
"Code Sevening!" Fred and George roared, egging on the crowd. Slughorn came out of his room.
"What can I do for you, Rupert?"
"Err…Have you seen Harry?"
"He's right in…he was a second ago." Slughorn said, looking over his shoulder.
"There they are!" Charlie yelled as Harry and Ginny slipped out behind Slughorn. The crowd surged and Slughorn stumbled back into his office.
Harry and Ginny were already halfway down the next corridor though. Darting and weaving up and down corridors, the twosome thought they were safe for a few precious moments before a loud rumble announced the arrival of Hufflepuff and Gryffindor. The process repeated itself again and again.
"This is getting us nowhere." Ron announced, while Harry and Ginny, hidden nearby, eavesdropped. "We're wasting all our manpower. We should divide our forces; conduct a sweep of the school."
Hermione's protests for the lovebirds to be given privacy fell on deaf ears.
Harry and Ginny ran for their lives.
"We can't keep this up forever." Ginny told Harry, as the bolted through the castle.
"We need somewhere to hide, where they won't find us."
Harry and Ginny weaved their way to the Seventh Floor.
"We need a place to hide, we need a place to hide, we need a place to hide."
A door materialised, and Harry and Ginny walked into a massive chamber, a big as a cathedral, filled with thousands upon thousands of trinkets and objects small and large.
"Wow." Ginny said. Wow was right, this place was gigantic.
Harry and Ginny walked up and down the corridors, fascinated by the objects, when they heard footsteps nearby.
Thinking it would be easy to confront one person, they walked out into the open to confront their pursuer.
It wasn't Ron. It wasn't even Hermione.
It was Malfoy.
"Scarhead. Weaselette." Malfoy sneered at them, but Harry saw the face of someone showing false bravado. Seeing as Harry had nearly killed him at their last meeting, he had every right to be afraid.
"What are you doing here?" Malfoy and Harry asked at the same time.
"None of your business, Potter, though I'm sure you'll stick your overlarge nose in it."
Harry opened his mouth to tell Malfoy what had happened, but then he remembered A: He didn't need to explain himself to Malfoy and B: How could he, even if he wanted to. Malfoy's brain would explode. Harry grinned to himself, preparing to test that theory.
"Oh, I get it." Malfoy began drawling. "You've finally plucked up the courage to snog the Weaselette."
"I'm right here, you know!" Ginny interrupted.
"And Weaselbee didn't like that, so you came here to hide."
"Err…" Harry began, scratching his head.
"Just leave me alone." Malfoy told them. "You can snog each other all year and drown in your own saliva for all I care."