Prologue: Maybe is a five letter word.
Was that a sound? A footstep?
No, just the wind beating against the window.
Draco sighed softly before continuing on his journey. There was no chance of him getting caught. None at all.
He screamed slightly when the window that was banging flew open with a roar.
Clutching his chest, he felt his heart slow down. He listened over the sound of the gale. Listened for his impending capture. Someone must have heard his scream. A moment passd and nothing. He was lucky. He pushed the window closed and made his way down the dark hallway.
Maybe he was not as confident as he thought but there was nothing he could do about it now. True, he always felt much safer with his friends cum bodyguards surrounding him. Not that he would ever admit that to anybody, not even them. Not having them here did not have any baring on the situation. Their bulk would just get in the way.
Maybe this was a bad idea.
Or maybe you are just a pussy with no balls.
Draco grited his teeth and plowed on through the darkness. Or green-ness. At least the levigospell worked. The fact that his eyes had turned hyper green for the duration of the spell was not expected but you can't have it all. Just had to remember to close his eyes if in trouble. Maybe that was not a good idea after all...
You're diverging Draco. Think about what you have to do.
Carefully scouting the area around him, he spied no cats or Professors or ugly groundsman. At least someone liked him up there.
He tiptoed to the door and opened it. It gave easily, surprisingly not locked, which did not sit well with Draco's suspicious nature. Therefore he did not enter straightaway. Pulling out his wand, he held it straight and pushed the tip into the empty room. He was momentarily blinded by pulse of light that erupted in front of him, sending reams of harmless energy up his wand, energy that was sure to have killed him if he just walked in.
Draco stumbled back drunkedly, his eyes tightly shut, waiting for the pain to ebb away. He had expected Snape to put some impressive booby traps but he never thought his potions master would dare to try anything that could seriously injure or eventually kill a student. On the other hand, there was always the other hand to look at.
Snape was a man of habit. Whilst his inner turmoils would always be a secret to all, his outer most passions are there for the would to see. He is biased, luckily towards to himself and his house. And he guards his possessions with great furver, the more priceless the artifact, the more elaborate the safeguards he places around it.
Of course, Snape never expected his prize student and the smartest wizard in his year to want his priceless possessions.
When his sight finally returned, Draco stood and walked over to the door frame. It was a barrier spell, obviously, the small space connecting the hallway to the classroom electrified. Draco had no idea how such a highly advanced spell was accomplished but he had some idea how to remove it, even if only for a short period of time.
He figured since the air was pulled into a field of positive energy intended to hurt, all he had to do was introduce the right amount of negative energy to effectively short circit the system. Snape would have obviously built a failsafe spell into the barrier but Draco was fairly confident he could over-ride it for at least a minute.
And a minute was all he needed.
Stepping as close to the door frame as he dared, Draco pressed the tip of his wand to the outer most layer of the barrier. His coloured vision flared as tendrels of light moved over the air, outlining the spell.
"Neutralise."
Sparks flew around him, lighting up the dark hallway and the classroom beyond. All he was really worried about was if Snape had an alarm configured to the barrier, alerting him of any tampering. This he had no idea of and could never know unless Snape made a sudden appearance. He had little time.
When the sparks had subsided, Draco tentatively placed his wand into the air again, his eyes shut tight just in case. But all he could feel this time was the harmless snap of an electric shock.
Draco grinned beneath his black mask. Too easy.
His wand disappeared as he entered the room, his body tingling from the numorous shocks caused by the semi-neutralised barrier. He had to hurry.
Making his way through the familiar class room in his eery green vision was unnerving, but he never paused once, to intent on his eventual prize. He moved beyond his teachers desk, to the large cabinant situated behind it and opened it unflinchingly.
One thing he knew was that Snape had way to much confidence in himself to think anyone could get past the barrier. Draco would encounter no more traps.
Ignoring the numerous phials of bubbling fluids and animal parts, Draco went straight to a secret compartment located behind the rat's entrails. Pushing the panel, the rat's entrails disappeared, replaced by a small, ornate woodern box. Draco grinned again, his mouth pulling wide over his face with the greedy snigger.
He placed the box in his tight fitting, black clothes, replaced the panel and return the doors to their rightful place. If Draco's calculations were correct, Snape would not know what happened until after school the next day.
Half running out of the classroom, Draco practically slammed the door was careless glee. The hard part was over, his prize was won. Gettong back to his house was as easy as his herbology final, perhaps easier...
His thoughts were interrupted by a collision with... air?
Air that spoke?
As Draco rubbed his head from the accident, he looked around himself warily but he could see no one, through he was sure he heard someone make a sound. Suddenly mistrustful of his environment, Draco's nerve left him. His limbs turned to goo as he waited for his doom. Of course, nothing happen. Still, better not take any chances.
With that thought, Draco hotfooted it his back to the dungeons, back to his private room and his safe, warm bed.
Once inside and sure he was not followed, he removed the spell on his eyes and lit the candles. Draco sat himself at his desk, took the box from his clothes and layed it delicately on the desk. He ran his fingers over the warm wood, warmed by his pale skin, and opened it with an air of grace.
Lying on a bed of red velvet, a silver charm holding a green gem brighter than Draco's enchanted eyes. He lifted it out and let the fire enter it to create patterns that danced around the room. His heart's desire was fulfilled.
At least for now.
For what Draco wanted, Draco always got. By any means necessary.
Was that a sound? A footstep?
No, just the wind beating against the window.
Draco sighed softly before continuing on his journey. There was no chance of him getting caught. None at all.
He screamed slightly when the window that was banging flew open with a roar.
Clutching his chest, he felt his heart slow down. He listened over the sound of the gale. Listened for his impending capture. Someone must have heard his scream. A moment passd and nothing. He was lucky. He pushed the window closed and made his way down the dark hallway.
Maybe he was not as confident as he thought but there was nothing he could do about it now. True, he always felt much safer with his friends cum bodyguards surrounding him. Not that he would ever admit that to anybody, not even them. Not having them here did not have any baring on the situation. Their bulk would just get in the way.
Maybe this was a bad idea.
Or maybe you are just a pussy with no balls.
Draco grited his teeth and plowed on through the darkness. Or green-ness. At least the levigospell worked. The fact that his eyes had turned hyper green for the duration of the spell was not expected but you can't have it all. Just had to remember to close his eyes if in trouble. Maybe that was not a good idea after all...
You're diverging Draco. Think about what you have to do.
Carefully scouting the area around him, he spied no cats or Professors or ugly groundsman. At least someone liked him up there.
He tiptoed to the door and opened it. It gave easily, surprisingly not locked, which did not sit well with Draco's suspicious nature. Therefore he did not enter straightaway. Pulling out his wand, he held it straight and pushed the tip into the empty room. He was momentarily blinded by pulse of light that erupted in front of him, sending reams of harmless energy up his wand, energy that was sure to have killed him if he just walked in.
Draco stumbled back drunkedly, his eyes tightly shut, waiting for the pain to ebb away. He had expected Snape to put some impressive booby traps but he never thought his potions master would dare to try anything that could seriously injure or eventually kill a student. On the other hand, there was always the other hand to look at.
Snape was a man of habit. Whilst his inner turmoils would always be a secret to all, his outer most passions are there for the would to see. He is biased, luckily towards to himself and his house. And he guards his possessions with great furver, the more priceless the artifact, the more elaborate the safeguards he places around it.
Of course, Snape never expected his prize student and the smartest wizard in his year to want his priceless possessions.
When his sight finally returned, Draco stood and walked over to the door frame. It was a barrier spell, obviously, the small space connecting the hallway to the classroom electrified. Draco had no idea how such a highly advanced spell was accomplished but he had some idea how to remove it, even if only for a short period of time.
He figured since the air was pulled into a field of positive energy intended to hurt, all he had to do was introduce the right amount of negative energy to effectively short circit the system. Snape would have obviously built a failsafe spell into the barrier but Draco was fairly confident he could over-ride it for at least a minute.
And a minute was all he needed.
Stepping as close to the door frame as he dared, Draco pressed the tip of his wand to the outer most layer of the barrier. His coloured vision flared as tendrels of light moved over the air, outlining the spell.
"Neutralise."
Sparks flew around him, lighting up the dark hallway and the classroom beyond. All he was really worried about was if Snape had an alarm configured to the barrier, alerting him of any tampering. This he had no idea of and could never know unless Snape made a sudden appearance. He had little time.
When the sparks had subsided, Draco tentatively placed his wand into the air again, his eyes shut tight just in case. But all he could feel this time was the harmless snap of an electric shock.
Draco grinned beneath his black mask. Too easy.
His wand disappeared as he entered the room, his body tingling from the numorous shocks caused by the semi-neutralised barrier. He had to hurry.
Making his way through the familiar class room in his eery green vision was unnerving, but he never paused once, to intent on his eventual prize. He moved beyond his teachers desk, to the large cabinant situated behind it and opened it unflinchingly.
One thing he knew was that Snape had way to much confidence in himself to think anyone could get past the barrier. Draco would encounter no more traps.
Ignoring the numerous phials of bubbling fluids and animal parts, Draco went straight to a secret compartment located behind the rat's entrails. Pushing the panel, the rat's entrails disappeared, replaced by a small, ornate woodern box. Draco grinned again, his mouth pulling wide over his face with the greedy snigger.
He placed the box in his tight fitting, black clothes, replaced the panel and return the doors to their rightful place. If Draco's calculations were correct, Snape would not know what happened until after school the next day.
Half running out of the classroom, Draco practically slammed the door was careless glee. The hard part was over, his prize was won. Gettong back to his house was as easy as his herbology final, perhaps easier...
His thoughts were interrupted by a collision with... air?
Air that spoke?
As Draco rubbed his head from the accident, he looked around himself warily but he could see no one, through he was sure he heard someone make a sound. Suddenly mistrustful of his environment, Draco's nerve left him. His limbs turned to goo as he waited for his doom. Of course, nothing happen. Still, better not take any chances.
With that thought, Draco hotfooted it his back to the dungeons, back to his private room and his safe, warm bed.
Once inside and sure he was not followed, he removed the spell on his eyes and lit the candles. Draco sat himself at his desk, took the box from his clothes and layed it delicately on the desk. He ran his fingers over the warm wood, warmed by his pale skin, and opened it with an air of grace.
Lying on a bed of red velvet, a silver charm holding a green gem brighter than Draco's enchanted eyes. He lifted it out and let the fire enter it to create patterns that danced around the room. His heart's desire was fulfilled.
At least for now.
For what Draco wanted, Draco always got. By any means necessary.