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"You have wrackspurts in your head, did you know?" Luna asked calmly, looking from him back out to the window. Draco watched her warily as he slowly took a step into the room, wondering how in Merlin he had gotten stuck in the Room of Requirement with the Ravenclaw Loony. Even her own house made fun of her, and now he couldn't leave because of Filch. Bloody Hell.
"I'm not falling for that again." Draco told her, his tone ice. It had been stupid of him to even look the last time, he was not going to make the same mistake and play her idiotic games.
Luna just shook her head and glanced at him, fingering her butter-beer cap necklace. At least she wasn't wearing Raddish earrings… "No, they're really there. They make your brain go all fuzzy, can't you feel it?" She asked, tilting her head sideways as he examined his skull. What was she going on about?
Draco immediately dismissed her words, deciding it would make him as much of a lunatic as her if he indulged her fantasies. He just glared at her and looked around the room again. The walls were a wretched peach color, but the carpet was a dark Slytherin green, and he took some comfort in that. The ceiling was a midnight blue with silvery-white stars and he imagined that this could only be based off of her own house. It was too crazy and…. Luna.
Not that he knew much about Luna, nor did he want to—even if she was a pureblood. "If you wouldn't mind leaving, I need the room." He told her in a tone that obviously said he didn't care if she did mind. Draco Malfoy was good at intimidation, something that he had learned from his father and had proved most useful after being sorted into Slytherin. His house name invoked almost enough fear already.
"Oh, that's fine. Go ahead and use it." She told him airily, but she didn't stand up, instead watching the rain fall with soft pats. What was outside that window? How far could the Room of Requirement extend it's reach? He decided not to look. It was beneath him to pretend that anything going on in Loony Lovegood's head was of any interest at all to him.
Draco stared at her, waiting for her to stand. She didn't. He sighed in irritation. "I need the room alone." He told her in exasperation. For a Ravenclaw she was rather thick.
"You can ask it while I'm here, it doesn't make a difference to me, and the room doesn't care which of us asks now." She told him with an impatient wave of her hand, like she was the one getting fed up with him. Draco's grey eyes narrowed as he looked at the impertinent blonde witch. He was not going to just let her see what he was working on—she would go to Dumbledore in an instant, he was sure. Her even knowing that he needed the Room of Requirement was too much information, but that was something he couldn't help now.
"Fine." He hissed finally, and stalked to the opposite side of the room where a green and silver door appeared. He opened it and walked into the room that he needed. Instantly he barred the door mentally to where she couldn't get in and turned to face the Vanishing Cabinet. Finally, he could work.
It was with a sigh that he opened the cabinet door to see a dead bird inside. Loony would probably have a fit if she saw the animal, saying something about how every dead creature affected the universe in all of Its glory, or some other insane thought.
Draco paused, his hand reached out to the bird. Why was he thinking about what she would say? She didn't matter now that he wasn't in her presence, and yet he was thinking about her. Draco had never given her much thought, nor did he want to, he decided with a grim resolution, and picked up the dead bird.