"Granger?" Draco called out, looking over his shoulder to ensure no one stood behind him, and closing the Room's door.
"I'm here, Malfoy." She replied, turning to meet his eyes.
"What is this strange cabinet?" she said to herself, fingering the great detail of the cherry wood.
Draco stood, paralyzed. 'She mustn't know that I know about the cabinet...' he thought.
"Don't touch it Granger...it might contain dark magic!" he said, relieved when she released her hold on the cabinet, and walked over to him.
"Why am I here?" he asked her.
"Listen, Draco." She blurted. "I was thinking about earlier this evening...and...I want to help you."
"Just wait and listen!" Hermione scolded him, as she observed him scowling at her.
"I need to know what...Voldemort...wants you to do. Maybe Dumbledore can help you. You could become a spy for the Order!"
Draco regarded her coldly. "I told you, Granger. I don't need your help. And, if you desire to be an insufferable know-it-all, then I must tell you, that the Dark Lord has in fact ordered me to kill Dumbledore. I'm not joining the order. I'm a deatheater, Granger, and there's nothing to do about it. Too much...is at stake."
Hermione bit her lip. "Your mother would want you to be saved." She risked saying.
Draco's grey eyes blackened with fury. "DON'T TELL ME ABOUT MY MOTHER!" he screamed, grabbing her forcefully by the shoulders and shaking her fearlessly.
Hermione winced in pain. "You're hurting me!"
He let go of her shoulders slightly and sneered, "That's right. I wouldn't want a Mudblood like you tainting my pure hands anyways, Granger."
"You didn't say that when you were-" she started.
"It was just a bloody kiss, Granger, get over it! Just a mistake..."
Hermione's face fell. "...Alright then...I guess I'll...I guess I'll leave!" She brushed past him brusquely and left him alone. Alone with the cabinet that little did she know, would determine the life of Draco himself...and his mother.
Draco turned to the cabinet with bated breath. "This is my moment..." he whispered to himself, trying to forget Hermione.
He opened the cabinet door, hearing it creak underneath his ghostly fingers.
A green, slightly browned apple lay on top of the cabinet, and Draco reached upwards to store it inside.
"Come on, come on." He muttered, waiting for a few moments. He opened it, his breath jagged, as he noticed that that the apple was still there. "Maybe...maybe they cursed it or something..." he hoped.
Draco examined the apple closely, turned it round and round in his palm, until...It was a bite. Discreet, but visible in the round, glossy, fresh skin of the apple. He closed his eyes and opened them again, to ensure that he wasn't dreaming.
"Bloody cabinet..." he said, looking behind himself a few times as if he could hear someone behind him.
He placed the apple back inside the cabinet, and shut the door, briskly walking out of the Room of Requirement.
Author's Note: Haha, sorry I uploaded like 2 chapters in one day; I'm just really excited about this story, and I'm still kind of getting used to actually posting fanfiction for other's to read. ;) Also- if you have any suggestions for how often I should upload, please do comment, because I usually write about 2 complete chapters a day, but I don't know if you guys would prefer a slower, more spaced out schedule. Or do you think I should combine chapters to make them longer, and then upload daily/every other day? Please let me know! Thanks. ∞