“Yes, we will,” Hermione said

“Yes, we will,” Hermione said, getting to her feet and stretching. “But, Harry, before you get all excited, I still don't think you'll be able to get into the Room

of Requirement without knowing what's there first. And I don't think you should forget,” she heaved her bag onto her shoulder and gave him a very serious look, “that

what you're supposed to be concentrating on is getting that memory from Slughorn. Goodnight.”

Harry watched her go, feeling slightly disgruntled. Once the door to the girls’ dormitories had closed behind her he rounded on Ron.

“What d'you think?”

“Wish I could Disapparate like a house-elf,” said Ron, staring at the spot where Dobby had vanished. “I'd have that Apparition Test in the bag.”

Harry did not sleep well that night. He lay awake for what felt like hours, wondering how Malfoy was using the Room of Requirement and what he, Harry, would see when he

went in there the following day, for whatever Hermione said, Harry was sure that if Malfoy had been able to see the headquarters of the D.A., he would be able to see

Malfoy's ... what could it be? A meeting place? A hideout? A store room? A workshop? Harry's mind worked feverishly and his dreams, when he finally fell asleep, were

broken and disturbed by images of Malfoy, who turned into Slughorn, who turned into Snape...

Harry was in a state of great anticipation over breakfast the following morning; he had a free period before Defense Against the Dark Arts and was determined to spend

it trying to get into the Room of Requirement. Hermione was rather ostentatiously showing no interest in his whispered plans for forcing entry into the room, which

irritated Harry, because he thought she might be a lot of help if she wanted to.

“Look,” he said quietly, leaning forward and putting a hand on the Daily Prophet, which she had just removed from a post owl, to stop her from opening it and

vanishing behind it. “I haven't forgotten about Slughorn, but I haven't got a clue how to get that memory off him, and until I get a brain wave why shouldn't I find

out what Malfoy's doing?”

“I've already told you, you need to persuade Slughorn,” said Hermione. “It's not a question of tricking him or bewitching him, or Dumbledore could have done it in a

second. Instead of messing around outside the Room of Requirement,” she jerked the Prophet out from under Harry's hand and unfolded it to look at the front page,” you

should go and find Slughorn and start appealing to his better nature.”

“Anyone we know—?” asked Ron, as Hermione scanned the headlines.

“Yes!” said Hermione, causing both Harry and Ron to gag on their breakfast. “But it's all right, he's not dead—it's Mundungus, he's been arrested and sent to

Azkaban! Something to do with impersonating an Inferius during an attempted burglary ... and someone called Octavius Pepper has vanished ... oh, and how horrible, a

nine-year-old boy has been arrested for trying to kill his grandparents, they think he was under the Imperius Curse...”

They finished their breakfast in silence. Hermione set off immediately for Ancient Runes; Ron for the common room, where he still had to finish his conclusion on

Snape's Dementor essay, and Harry for the corridor on the seventh floor and the stretch of wall opposite the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy teaching trolls to do

ballet.