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In
the
midst
of
all
his
preoccupations
,
Harry
had
not
forgotten
his
other
ambition
:
finding
out
what
Malfoy
was
up
to
in
the
Room
of
Requirement
.
He
was
still
checking
the
Marauder
's
Map
,
and
as
he
was
unable
to
locate
Malfoy
on
it
,
deduced
that
Malfoy
was
still
spending
plenty
of
time
within
the
room
.
Although
Harry
was
losing
hope
that
he
would
ever
succeed
in
getting
inside
the
Room
of
Requirement
,
he
attempted
it
whenever
he
was
in
the
vicinity
,
but
no
matter
how
he
reworded
his
request
,
the
wall
remained
firmly
doorless
.
A
few
days
before
the
match
against
Ravenclaw
,
Harry
found
himself
walking
down
to
dinner
alone
from
the
common
room
,
Ron
having
rushed
off
into
a
nearby
bathroom
to
throw
up
yet
again
,
and
Hermione
having
dashed
off
to
see
Professor
Vector
about
a
mistake
she
thought
she
might
have
made
in
her
last
Arithmancy
essay
.
More
out
of
habit
than
anything
,
Harry
made
his
usual
detour
along
the
seventh-floor
corridor
,
checking
the
Marauder
's
Map
as
he
went
.
For
a
moment
he
could
not
find
Malfoy
anywhere
and
assumed
he
must
indeed
be
inside
the
Room
of
Requirement
again
,
but
then
he
saw
Malfoy
's
tiny
,
labeled
dot
standing
in
a
boys
'
bathroom
on
the
floor
below
,
accompanied
,
not
by
Crabbe
or
Goyle
,
but
by
Moaning
Myrtle
.
Harry
only
stopped
staring
at
this
unlikely
coupling
when
he
walked
right
into
a
suit
of
armor
.
The
loud
crash
brought
him
out
of
his
reverie
;
hurrying
from
the
scene
lest
Filch
turn
up
,
he
dashed
down
the
marble
staircase
and
along
the
passageway
below
.
Outside
the
bathroom
,
he
pressed
his
ear
against
the
door
.
He
could
not
hear
anything
.
He
very
quietly
pushed
the
door
open
.
Draco
Malfoy
was
standing
with
his
back
to
the
door
,
his
hands
clutching
either
side
of
the
sink
,
his
white-blond
head
bowed
.
"
Do
n't
,
"
crooned
Moaning
Myrtle
's
voice
from
one
of
the
cubicles
.
"
Do
n't
...
tell
me
what
's
wrong
...
I
can
help
you
...
"
"
No
one
can
help
me
,
"
said
Malfoy
.
His
whole
body
was
shaking
.
"
I
ca
n't
do
it
...
I
ca
n't
...
It
wo
n't
work
...
and
unless
I
do
it
soon
...
he
says
he
'll
kill
me
...
"
And
Harry
realized
,
with
a
shock
so
huge
it
seemed
to
root
him
to
the
spot
,
that
Malfoy
was
crying
--
actually
crying
--
tears
streaming
down
his
pale
face
into
the
grimy
basin
.
Malfoy
gasped
and
gulped
and
then
,
with
a
great
shudder
,
looked
up
into
flu-cracked
mirror
and
saw
Harry
staring
at
him
over
his
shoulder
.
Malfoy
wheeled
around
,
drawing
his
wand
.
Instinctively
,
Harry
pulled
out
his
own
.
Malfoy
's
hex
missed
Harry
by
inches
,
shattering
the
lamp
on
the
wall
beside
him
;
Harry
threw
himself
sideways
,
thought
Levicorpus
!
and
flicked
his
wand
,
but
Malfoy
blocked
the
jinx
and
raised
his
wand
for
another
--
"
No
!
No
!
Stop
it
!
"
squealed
Moaning
Myrtle
,
her
voice
echoing
loudly
around
the
tiled
room
.
"
Stop
!
STOP
!
"
