Draco Malfoy didn't emerge from the Room with Albus Dumbledore. At their inquiring look, the fuschia clad old man said, "He's resting, and should wake shortly. Memory is a difficult thing to play with at the best of times." Dumbledore briefly looked stern, which was a strange look on his face. "I should be off, the sugar lemons are due to be decanted shortly - Unless you have anything else to detain me?"
"No, sir." Hermione said, and turned to descend the stairs behind the headmaster.
Harry grabbed her hand, holding on insistently as he stood there. Hermione looked back at him, questioningly, and Harry responded by pursing his lips, nodding down towards the stairwell. "Not tho fast," Harry says, in a voice that's softer than a whisper.
They turn and walk back towards the room of requirement, Hermione nearly bouncing with impatience. "Let me lead," Harry says curtly. I hope I can pull this off...
"Well, well, well, Mister Malfoy, how in the world did you manage to knock yourself unconscious, alone, in the Room of Requirement? Did you ask for a clop to the head?" Harry grins, and Hermione almost wants to shiver, that grin looks like Sirius' - happily malevolent.
Malfoy, still on the ground, if more wakeful now, sits up and says, "I... I don't remember. Why don't I remember?"
"Oh, now that's cute, now he says he doesn't remember." Harry says, clearly working the crowd of one (Hermione).
"Did you do something, Potter? Is ... is that why?" Malfoy, ever suspicious, looks baffledly into Potter's green eyes.
"You look like you could use some help, Malfoy." Harry Potter said, "So how about it?"
Malfoy blinked. And then blinked again. "You're offering to help me?"
"Appears so," Harry said, sinking his hands into his pockets, acting oblivious to the rather concerned glare that Hermione was shooting at him.
"I'd... I'd like that, yeah." Draco Malfoy looked completely offbalance, a bit baffled and troubled at the same time. It was a decent look for the bloke, honestly - far better than I know everything and You suck.
"Tuesdays and Thursdays then, except if we've got DA, obviously. After dinner." Harry said, and at that point, Hermione's hand attached itself firmly to his elbow, and began to drag him out the room.
"Until then," Harry said grinning, walking just as fast as Hermione.
Of course, heading outside the Room, they found other people walking the corridor. Certainly not the place to have a nice long chat.
Cursing under her breath, Hermione turned round and opened the Room again, mentally surrounding Draco Malfoy (still seated on the ground looking bleary) with a box of liquid, rushing water. "What was THAT, Harry Potter? How do you expect us to study if he's here? You know - dammit, even he knows, we can't work with him here."
Harry lays a cocky grin on his best friend, saying, "That won't be as much of a problem as you think. He won't be able to always make it, you know."
"And HOW do you know that?" Hermione said.
"Looked at his badge recently?" Harry responded. "Eagles like that come with responsibility." Harry says, neatly dodging the question. "Besides, we needed to figure out SOME way to prevent him from doing this Every Single Time."
Hermione looked at Harry, and then muttered, "I didn't even think of that."
[a/n: Harry realllly didn't tell Hermione about what he was going to do, and eventually her "Demand Explanations" meter reached 100%.
Leave a review?]