A/N:
Well, here is chapter two (:
Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, yeah yeah.
-Alessandra xx
Draco sighed and ran a hand through his white blonde hair. Realizing the lateness of the hour, he turned to head back to the Slytherin common room when he saw Mrs. Norris.
Oh, Merlin. This is exactly what I need.
Draco turned his head sharply, trying to find a place to escape to as Mrs. Norris ran past him, probably on her way to report him to Filch.
Finally he spotted a tiny broom cupboard, it's aged door hidden in a shadow. He rushed forward and yanked at the handle to have it break off in his hand.
Grumbling to himself, he pried the door open with his fingers and crept inside. After locking the door and lighting his wand with a muttered Lumos, Draco looked around.
The cupboard was dank and dark, every surface caked with years worth of dust.
Disgusting, Draco thought, repulsed. He quickly swished his wand to remove the dust, and found that there was actually more space than he had anticipated. After moving aside a large shelf full of dried up cleaning potions and grease-soaked rags, he found a small opening that lead to a small living space, of sorts. Draco could stand to his full height, and could easily lay down across the worn floor if he so pleased.
It seemed that Filch had probably used this to camp out while guarding the third floor from wandering students during his first year.
Obviously Filch didn't have much luck when little Potty and his friends managed to be heroes again, Draco thought with contempt.
Well, Draco said to himself, stretching out on the threadbare carpeting. I'm not going to risk getting caught by Filch. I might as well get comfortable.
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Seamus found himself wandering on the third floor, near where it was rumored that the Sorcerer's Stone was hidden his first year at Hogwarts.
I remember being so proud that I was Harry's friend. If only life was still that simple. Seamus thought nostalgically.
Hands stuffed in his pockets, Seamus was strolling down the corridor when he heard voices around the corner. One voice, actually, which seemed to be talking to itself.
"Students out of bed at night, Mrs. Norris. Tsk tsk, the headmaster won't 'ave this, no he won't." The voice of Argus Filch carried itself to Seamus's ears, and he started to panic.
Bloody hell, mum is gonna throw herself a fit if I get into trouble once more. Seamus thought with dread in his gut.
He suddenly saw it- a sliver of wood hidden in the shadows of the corridor that he stood in- a small broom cupboard. Seamus rushed towards it, only to find that it didn't have a handle.
He began pulling at the door in desperation, and as if the door recognized him and suddenly wanted him inside, the door swung open and Seamus ran inside.
He locked the door behind him with his wand and cautiously peered around the small cupboard that he now found himself in.
Seamus was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw two gray eyes piercing his.
"Hello?"
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Draco was prodding the small armchair in the room when he heard the familiar muttering of Filch through the castle walls.
"Ohh, wait 'til the Headmaster hears about this. Won't be happy, I can promise 'ou that much."
Draco held his breath and waited. A few tense moment passed, and then he heard an murmured oath and a yanking on the door.
Maybe if I stun him before he sees me, I can get out… thought Draco in a panic.
When the door finally gave way, he saw, not Filch, but a smaller, leaner figure. With his wand held aloft, Draco stuck his head out of the cramped crawlspace.
"Hello?"
XXX
Seamus froze in place. Who could possibly be in this ridiculously dingy cupboard?
Then he heard a voice from what seemed like another part to the room.
"S-show yourself. Who's there?"
No, Seamus, you're fooling yourself. It can't possibly be-
Seamus's suspicions were interrupted by the arrival of the unwelcome primary resident of Seamus's thoughts, in the flesh-
Draco Malfoy.
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Draco now faced a boy his age- and one he knew. It was Seamus, the Irish one who he was unwillingly thinking about only earlier tonight.
Seamus Finnigan.
"Oh, it's you. Why are you here?" Draco sneered at him.
Seamus mustered up his courage before answering. "I could ask you the same question, Malfoy."
Draco's eyes narrowed. "I believe I was here first, so if you don't mind, you can leave me the hell alone."
"Gladly." Seamus answered sharply, trying to mimic Draco's cold tone although his hands shook nervously.
Seamus turned and tried to push open the door, but it wouldn't budge. He pulled out his wand and tried a few spells, but to no avail. Finally, aware that he was being carefully watched Malfoy, he gave up and slammed his sturdy frame against the creaky wood door.
Seamus turned to Draco with a grim look on his face. "Your turn. The bloody thing won't move."
Draco was sure that he'd be able to show the dumb Gryffindor up, but when he tried the door, he had no more luck than Seamus had had. He, like Seamus, attempted to charm and spell the door into opening, but the two boys remained inside the room.
Finally Draco slowly turned to face Seamus. "I think we're stuck here. What did you do to the bloody door?"
"Me? What I did? You can't blame me for this Malfoy, nice try." Seamus retorted, a look of anger on his face.
"Well, this is brilliant. Stuck in this dingy cupboard with a blood traitor like you, I'll probably catch a disease or something of the sort." Draco spat at Seamus, his gray eyes fierce.
Seamus felt his stomach tighten at the insult. "I'd rather be stuck here with a blood traitor than a bloody weasel."
Draco was about to answer with another insult when a thought struck him- the curious boy from this morning was standing right in front of him. Here was his chance to question him.
"Actually, Finnigan, I have a question."
Seamus looked at Draco questioningly.
"This morning…" Draco paused, unsure of how to proceed. "You were staring at me during breakfast. Why? Jealous or something?"
Seamus looked at Draco incredulously and laughed out loud. "Are you kidding me? Jealous of you? Why would I be, when I have friends and you don't?"
The thought hadn't occurred to Seamus until it came out of his mouth. Draco really didn't have any friends. He curiously wondered why.
To that, Draco didn't have an answer. Instead, he decided to worry about the current situation. "Well, Finnigan, you got us in here. How are you getting us out?"
"Hey, you were here first. That's your problem." Seamus replied. What a prat.
How were his thoughts consumed by the self-absorbed weasel for so long?
A/N:
I hope you are enjoyed the second chapter of my Dreamus fic (:
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