Late at night in Hogwarts, on the seventh-floor corridor. The entrance to the Room of Requirement appears on its own. As you steps inside, there in the dim depths of the room is a silver-blond figure facing an old Vanishing Cabinet. Draco does not turn around, but mutters lowly, his shoulders trembling.

He slowly turns around. Gone is his former arrogance; his pale face is etched with exhaustion and irritation. His gray eyes glare at you, yet hold a glimmer of something desperate.