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By the time Draco was ready to leave it was past three in the morning. He had noticed that at about one the door from the room with the cabinet had changed to look like the one he typically went through to enter and leave the Room of Requirement, and he assumed that meant Loony Lovegood had left. It turned out, he found when he opened the door to leave, that he was right.

His tired grey eyes swept the corridor before he set off with slow, heavy steps to the Slytherin common room. He only had a few blessed hours to sleep until his first class, which he sadly could not miss. It would not due to raise suspicion when he wasn't even close to finishing his tasks.

The next morning he skipped breakfast, heading to the library instead. Madam Pince glared at him as he entered but he ignored it and handed her the note Snape had written to give Draco access to the restricted section. The Professor had given him several to use at his own leniency, and Draco planned to make full use of that fact.

He walked off to the back corner of the library into the section he needed and started scanning the shelves, looking for anything that might help him. There was not a whole lot written on how to fix vanishing cabinets-not in the Hogwarts Library, anyways-and it was a difficult task to say the least. A simple repairo would not suffice on such a complicated magical object, as he had learned the hard way.

Draco picked out a book entitled 'Dark Objects and their Uses' and started skimming through it. He quickly deduced it didn't hold anything on vanishing cabinets and slipped it back into its slot, moving along the dank, dusty aisles to find anything that might help him. He was also half looking for something to help him in his other task-killing Dumbledore. But that was also easier said than done.

"Your head is full of wrackspurts again." A voice said from Draco's left. He jumped at the silence broken by Luna's ringing voice and turned to look at her, fixing his expression into a suitable glare. She was standing next to him, holding several books in her own arms as she gave him an unabashed smile. He took a moment to wonder at her presence in the restricted section before he realized what she had said.

Draco tore his gaze to her eyes when she spoke next. "Yes, they do." She said confidently, and her frown disappeared completely. "Your eyes are closed." She told him matter-of-fact, and Draco raised one pale eyebrow. His eyes were closed? He was the one that didn't see the world correctly? That was a laugh.

"Whatever." He said with a sneer, moving into another aisle of the section and skimming over the books there. He didn't know why she followed him, but follow she did. The Ravenclaw girl had never bothered him before-why now? If only he had gone back out and faced Filch last night instead of talking to her...

"'Dark Potions and their uses in Elemental Magic'?" Luna questioned, reading from the cover of his book. Damn. Why the hell should she care? The bloody girl couldn't understand when someone didn't want her there, could she?

Well, she had forced him to be direct... Draco turned to her, looking we straight in the eye. "Go bother someone else." Draco said in icy tones, and then turned back to the bookshelf. He was careful not to look at her again, waiting for his words to sink in.

When he turned to go down another aisle, she didn't follow.