'I've never been to this part of the castle, at least no while awake. I sleep walk you see. That's why I wear shoes to bed.'
Draco glanced up as Luna and Harry headed to Slughorns party. The Carrow twins had been gabbling about what they were going to wear all day and most of the Slytherins had decided that the safest option was to avoid the common room until they were actually at the party.
They had passed by only a few moments later and Draco had raised his eyebrows at their attire and soon drifted back into his thoughts. His daydream had vanished as he spotted Luna. For once she seemed to have made some effort with her appearance. Her hair was tamed and tidy and silver glitter sparkled around her eyes. Her dress was strange and reminded Draco in the moment her saw it of a muggle space ship he had once seen when he was a child. Dangling around her jaw were a pair of enormous sparkle shaped earrings which could probably have been used as a lethal weapon, should the need have arisen.
His analysis had taken less than a second and it was only when the couple had passed that a sense of irritation had descended. Although he wasn't quite sure why. He hadn't spoken to Luna since they had parted ways after she had discovered the vanishing cabinet.. He almost resented the fact that she had found it. He had promised himself that he could be independent, and prove for once that he was no longer a weak little boy and he had already had assistance from someone, even is he hadn't asked for it.
But in a way he had to thank her. He had been behind up until that point. And Draco was ready to run his first test on the vanishing cabinet. With students out and about after dark it was entirely possible to just blend in. An owl had been sent to his home and his mother was waiting in Borgin and Burkes, ready to assist him.
Yes, things were going quite well for Draco. A smirk crept about his lips as he got up. All his life he had tried to prove to his father that his was not worthless. His plan to befriend Potter had failed, as had his attempts to be the best in his subjects, the mudblood had seen to that. Now with his father locked in Azkaban, Draco had the perfect opportunity to prove his worth by aiding the death-eaters and so saving his father by returning their family to favour.
Reaching the room of requirement he closed his eyes and told himself to focus.
He was not going to fail.
He couldn't fail.
He entered the room, tossing the apple he had smuggled from dinner but he couldn't stop his stomach from churning.
Because no matter how hard he tried to keep the voice from emerging, in the back of his brain there was the sound of his mother as she had cried to her sister on the night his mission was given to him.
'If he fails, He'll kill him. Voldemort will kill him! My husband is gone, I can't lose Draco, Bella.'
But Draco had already made his decision.
He was not going to fail.
I've had half of this chapter written for so long but I just got complete writers block. It was so annoying! I'll be speedy with the next chapter, I promise!