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He had only been working on the cabinet for a little more than ten minutes, or so said one of the many clocks strewn throughout the crowded room full of miscellaneous objects people had elected to hide over the centuries.

Draco opened up the cabinet and slipped inside a small rat, praying that it would work this time. He needed to get the thing fixed before his deadline ran out—that way he would at least have something to present the Dark Lord, even if he couldn't do the other job ordered of him… he might not be killed if he pleased the Dark Lord in one way.

He had just closed the wooden cabinet door when a noise behind him alerted him to another presence in the room. Draco whipped around, his wand out of his robes and pointing towards the intruder. He didn't know who he expected it to be… after all, one of his requirements of the room had been for no one but himself be allowed to enter Draco did know, however, that he had not expected one Luna Lovegood.

She was standing by the door looking around curiously at the many objects, seeming completely unconcerned about the wand Draco had pointed at her chest. He gaped at her, completely in shock. How had she gotten in? For one crazed second he wondered if she wasn't human and if the room was susceptible to… well, whatever she was. After all, nobody could say that Loony acted like any rational human being.

Then he realized himself and shook his head slightly, his features turning to malice automatically. "What the bloody hell are you doing here? How did you get in?" He spat, stormy grey eyes fixed on her, his wand unwavering, If she had seen what he was doing… if she knew…

"Oh, I was already using the Room of Requirement when you asked for this place, so it's impossible to keep me out." The blonde witch replied quite cheerfully, looking curiously around the place. She stepped over to some odd looking tiara on a fake bust and Draco frowned.

Now that she knew what he was doing in here he couldn't keep her out even if she wasn't in the room at the time…

"Damn it!" He cursed to himself, lowering his wand to kick a stack of books in frustration. He leaned against the door of the cabinet, closing his eyes. He clenched his jaw and thought about how the Dark Lord was going to react to this, how his father would react to this…

No, he couldn't tell them. He would be killed for certain. Draco had been practicing Occlumency and he was confident he could keep his father from finding out about this, but Draco hadn't tested his ability against the Dark Lord yet, and he had no desire to. Draco had some sense of self-preservation and making the Dark Lord think he had secrets against him was not a good way to go about preserving one's self.

"You shouldn't curse, you know. It's a bad habit." Luna said idly in her soprano voice, and Draco whirled around, his fine silver hair falling into his face as he raised his wand to point directly at the Ravenclaw girl.

"I'm going to have to obliviate you." He said in a voice too shaky for his liking. He was starting to sweat, gripping his ebony wand furiously as his knuckles turned white with the effort. Luna turned to look at him and her crystalline blue eyes were wide, for once showing that she understood the situation.

Draco didn't want to do it. He had never performed the spell before and doing so would be very risky. He wasn't really concerned for Luna. But what would the school do if she lost all of her memory, like Gilderoy Lockhart had in second year? They would start looking for who did it, and if anyone had seen them both enter the Room of Requirement…

But it was a chance he had to take. Draco took a deep breath and fixed his eyes on hers. She was staring at him with an expression he couldn't identify. Almost… pity? He ignored it and whispered the word under his breath.

"Obliviate."