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-"For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night." William Shakespeare-

You're innocently walking along. (And you really are innocent this time, too.) But then, as you're in the dark, with your wand lit, you forget about the trick step. You swear and sink down to your knees.

Your arms are flailing trying to keep your balance, and your wand flies out of your left.

"Mother fu-!"

A drawling voice interrupts your choice curse words.

"Language, Weaselette!"

"W-who's there?! D-d-declare yourself!" Dammit! Your voice is shaking. You haven't been in the dark alone since… you can't remember when.

"It is I, Draco Malfoy. And you are…" there is a sudden murmur of Lumos, and a lit wand is held to your nose, "Ginny Weasley."

"M-Malfoy." you spit. It would sound much more malicious if you weren't stuttering and your eyes weren't large as saucers.

He cackles, and for a moment he looks quite insane.

"Afraid of the dark, Weasley?"

"Not afraid of the dark," you're struggling to get out of the step, but you only sink further. "Afraid of what's in it."

You're up to your waist now. It is quite humiliating to be sunk up to your armpits in a trick stair, watching Draco 'Ferret' Malfoy gaze down his pompous pureblood nose at you.

He grins. "Well. Don't have to worry about that any more, do you Weasley? He's gone. It's finished. You won. Congratulations." and to your general astonishment, he pulls you out of the step.

"Thanks." you murmur, heart pounding with nervousness. Is he going to hex you? You don't have a wand.

His wand light goes out and something hits your forehead. Your wand!

"Malfoy! Hey, Malfoy!" you call after him, wanting to know why he helped you.

You hear a quiet snicker and distant footsteps.

Bloody git.