With a free period at his disposal and not a moment of it to waste, Harry quickly set off for the seventh floor corridor. He walked along the long stretch of wall opposite the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy who appeared to be failing miserably in teaching trolls to do ballet; one particular lumpy troll wearing a pink tutu did a double spin before landing flat on it's unfortunate looking face. Harry raised a brow but continued onward. He couldn't help but feel slightly sympathetic for the creature. It was as unsuccessful at mastering it's rendition of 'Swan Lake' as he was in discovering what Malfoy was up to in the Room of Requirement.
Harry knew what he had to do; he had become most accomplished at it last year. But for whatever reason, the Room of Requirement didn't want to reveal itself to him despite his pleading. It was almost as if the stupid room was siding with Malfoy this year, which only infuriated Harry further.
Harry briefly glanced around to check if he was alone and approached the place where the Room of Requirement's door was normally concealed. He pondered for a moment then concentrated with all his might , eyes closed he thought , I need to see what Malfoy's doing...I need to see the place where Malfoy is hiding...I need to see what Malfoy is up to...
Harry opened his eyes expectantly. But the stone remained solid and unyielding as it had done so many times before.
He let out sound that was something between a growl and a frustrated sigh. "I have tried every stupid combination," said Harry aloud, his forehead pressed into the brick wall as he leaned into it in desperation," Asking nicely doesn't do a damn thing. I swear if you don't let me in i'm going to blast you to bits!"
Harry was so focused on the task at hand that he did not hear the sound of approaching footsteps, nor was he aware that he might appear to someone that he was having a full out conversation with a brick wall.