Harry had been, for the most part, distracted from wondering what it was Malfoy had been up to all last year. Hermione had told him, again and again, that he was reading too much into it. And nothing had come of it, so maybe she was right. . .
But still. He'd been up to SOMETHING. Maybe he'd just screwed it up. It wasn't like he didn't do that with everything else.
With the D.A. meeting soon, Harry thought of the Room of Requirement again. Hermione was working on some essay, and Ron was badgering her to do his for him or something. And Harry really didn't feel like being told he was obsessing over Malfoy again. He wasn't. He was just right.
He slipped out through the portrait, making his way through the halls and into the room.
Harry wasn't sure what he expected to find. Probably nothing. He didn't think the cabinet would still be there - he'd told Dumbledore he thought there was something weird with it, after all.
Somehow though, he was still almost surprised to see the tall, wooden cabinet missing. The room was a clutter of storage and oddities. Considering it could BE anything, Harry wondered if everyone just expected a storage room to look a mess, so it always did.
He looked around for a few minutes, searching for anything that caught his eye. Nothing really stood out, and he finally gave a frustrated huff, turning to leave again. He froze when he caught sight of the familiar shock of pale hair, scowling. "What are you doing here?" Nevermind that Harry wasn't meant to be here either really.