Chapter Two

Draco slitted his eyes open, blinking away the dust that had settled on his eyelashes. He turned his head to both sides, testing to see if he were injured and to get the dirt off his face. After testing every body part from where he lay, he sat up slowly his pupils dilated as he tried to see in the total darkness. Not a bit of light was in the room, everything was pitch black, he couldn't even see the desk which had to have been right in front of him.

Draco shifted, and pushed himself up off the floor, his knuckles sliding through the dust covered ground. It took him a moment to realize he still clutched his wand in his right hand, and a glitter of relief ran through him. The darkness was getting to him, it reminded him of his childhood. Whenever he disobeyed his father he'd be sent to the closet or worse the dungeons. Sometimes he would spend days wherever he was locked, neither fed or watered.

"Lumos," he said, his voice seeming surprisingly small and muffled in the room. A brilliant light emanated from the wand, lighting the Potion's room enough for him to see a good distance around him. The floor looked as though it had snowed indoors, if the snow had been gray and made Draco's nose itch. The desk was no longer in front of him; rather he didn't see it at all from where he stood.

The sound of shifting rocks made him move opposite of the door, wondering what on earth had happened. In the far back, the entire right side of the room was collapsed, wooden beams, stone, dust, and dirt where piled on top of one another. Every once in a while, a small pebble or a rock the size of Draco's fist would roll down from where the whole mess had come from. Draco raised his wand higher in the air, lighting a bit of the inside of the whole in the ceiling. Only shadows could be made out, no definite shape could be found in the mass of black. Draco sighed, disgusted and suppressed fear.

The left side of the room was still intact. Sort of. Many of the desks and chairs had been moved around as though Crabbe and Goyle had decided to wrestle in that area. Three of the long tables were broken in half, others in even smaller pieces, and a few who were still in one piece, just lying pitifully on their side. A chair that sat at the edge of the rubble was no more than a twisted piece of metal and broken wood. The dust had settled on everything, giving every form a ghostly gray look. One lump was especially hard to discern what it was, until it moved. Then he remembered who had walked in while he was waiting for the Professor. Draco hurried over and knelt beside her, brushing away some of the dust on her face. Her eyes were closed, her lips shut tight in a grimace.

In the light of his wand he saw something glisten on her forehead, dimmed by a thin cover of dust. Draco brushed it away, then recoiled his hands with mild surprise. His fingertips were bloodied, where they had made contact with her forehead the dust smeared away showed an ugly looking gash.

But that wasn't what made him stare down at Ginny. When he had brushed the wound, she had let out a low, pained groan.

"Get up Weasley," Draco snapped, not in the mood for novelty. Hurt or no, he need to be sure she could move, his instincts were warning him the room wasn't safe, and he wasn't going to stick around much longer.

"Ow," Ginny croaked, before coughing violently. She sat up quickly as she did so, causing him to back away and stand. She spat on the dust-covered ground beside her, making a face. "I had dirt in my mouth."

Draco smirked, but didn't comment. He stood and looked down at her disdainfully. "Can you walk? Or do I have to leave you here?"

Ginny glared up at him, but managed to climb to her feet. "What happened?" she asked, after looking around the room briefly.

"Well if you'd look around it'd be a bit obvious," Draco said dryly, dusting off his robes.

Ginny glared at him, but Draco wasn't even paying attention to her anymore, too busy inspecting the room with his wand. Ginny reached into her robe to pull out her own, but she couldn't find it.

"Where's my wand?" she asked, her eyes dropping to the dust covered floor. She turned slowly in a circle looking for anything remotely close to the shape of one.

Draco glanced at the ground, and then back to the pile of rocks he had inspected earlier. By the sounds of it, more were falling from wherever it had fist come from, and the ceiling was beginning to creak. "If you don't see it then don't bother looking for it," he said impatiently. He kicked the ground sending a spray of dirt and dust across the room. "There's at least two inches of this, and its rising. I'm not going to dig around for your wand."

"Then you'll be the only one with one," Ginny said stubbornly, still looking.

"I'm going," Draco said bluntly, turning toward the door, which had, amazingly, still stayed as it had before the crash. He heard Ginny mutter something, but didn't bother to hear what she said. "Alohomora!" he said the door shook violently for a moment, before shooting off of its hinges and right past Draco, crashing into the opposite wall. The room itself shuddered again. Draco began out the door, not looking back.

"One moment! I found it!" he heard Ginny cry. "If you go I can't see, and if you'd hold on one sec..."

"Leave it!" he yelled, the rocks were coming down, making it hard to hear.

"Got it!" Came her cry, and he saw her rushing out of the door, her wand flickering to life as she went. He could see behind her the room beginning to fill with dust and more debris, and turned running up the crumbled stone steps, his black cloak flaring out behind him. He could hear Ginny behind him, their footsteps and the collapsing of the classroom behind them reverberating in the narrow staircase.

Ginny chanced a look back to see a cloud of dust rushing up behind her. She squeaked out loud, unconsciously, and climbed faster so she was right on Draco's heels. So close, she couldn't stop in time when he stopped abruptly in front of her, smashing her face into him and nearly tumbling back down the way she came. "What are you doing?" she groaned, rubbing her face.

Draco glared at her, pressing his shoulder into a closed door that had been jammed shut and and pushed. The door groaned with protest but it began to slide outward. Draco grunted and shoved his whole weight in it. The door moved, but not fast enough for Ginny. That cloud of dust was still coming, and it didn't make her feel any comfortable. She charged into the door, her shoulder leading, the added weight caused the door to pop open and push back whatever had been holding it. Draco, unbalanced, toppled to the floor causing Ginny to trip over him and fall herself. Neither moved, except to cover their heads as the cloud rushed over the top of them.

For what seemed an eternity the dust blew over them. Ginny's hair was whipped around from the force and she could feel small bits of particles hit her exposed flesh, even stinging her body covered by her robe. The rumbling ceased, and the rush of air quieted. Ginny raised her head; just realizing she had it buried in something rather soft for a stone floor. Her eyes met with Draco's pewter ones, annoyance and disgust clearly reflecting from their silver orbs. Ginny had fallen across Draco's chest and had buried her face in it. She felt her face get hot, but she wasn't sure if he could tell if she was blushing, since she was already covered from head to toe in dust.

He smirked cruelly at her and shifted so she slid off of him onto the ground. He stood, not saying a word to her and held his wand up so he could inspect the room. Ginny took the moment to compose herself and climb to her feet, still blushing over the fact he had seen her blush. With her added light she could see they were in the hallways that lead to the dungeons, Snape's classroom, and the Slytherin common room. The stairwell was near the Slytherin Commons room, but on further inspection in that direction, they found it blocked.

With a tired sigh, Ginny sat down on a rock while Draco still studied the room. She watched him, briefly wondering why it was her luck to be stuck down her with Draco Malfoy rather than someone more interesting...like Harry. Harry at least would have shown what he was thinking on his face giving her at least a chance to hint at what their situation was like. Draco on the other hand was careful to keep his face closed off, everything unreadable. Even his eyes.

"What now?" Ginny asked, feeling particularly no help sitting where she was.

Draco ignored her, since she was sure he could hear her. Their voices echoed in the room, which was odd since it didn't before whatever had happened. Ginny tilted her head back and her mouth dropped with surprise. There was no ceiling. Rather a very large, and black, void of air above them. She shivered; it was unnerving to stare up at the impenetrable darkness and not knowing what could be staring at them. She chanced a glance at Draco, who was staring at her, though his mind seemed to be somewhere else. Ginny shifted so she leaned forward, and she found his eyes weren't on her after all. She looked where he was and saw a large hole in one of the hallway walls, just big enough so they could slide through.

Ginny looked back to Draco, her mouth opening to suggest they try and go through it when he looked at her, silencing any words forming in her throat.

"The stairway to the dungeons is still intact," he said, turning around and beginning to walk away.

Ginny grabbed her wand and hurried after him, feeling rather stupid tagging along, but didn't want to be left alone. "Why would we go down farther?" Ginny asked.

"Because," came his flat, annoyed reply.

Ginny scowled at the back of his head, "You know, you could at least try to be a bit more pleasant. I'm the only one down here with you, you know."

Draco halted so she bumped into the back of him for the second time that day. His silver eyes were narrowed maliciously, "Do you think I wanted to be stuck down here with you? The last person, Weasley, would be you. Or anyone else in your pathetic family." he turned on his heel, making a loud crunching noise as he did, and began to walk away. He was stopped rudely by someone yanking the back of his cloak, jerking him to a stop. He whipped around; ripping the hold Ginny had on it meeting eyes with her, both with the same ferocity.

"How dare you insult my family," she sputtered. "Your nothing but a bully, its no wonder no one likes you in this school, Malfoy."

Draco smirked, "How dare I?" the smirk disappeared. "I speak nothing but the truth, Weasley. Apparently, you can't even handle it, like your brothers."

"You don't know anything about me or my family, Malfoy!" Ginny shrieked her hands clenched into fists.

"And nor you about me or mine," Draco said irritably and for the second time, turned away from her and began to walk away.

Ginny, unable to stand it, let out a cry of rage. Draco startled, turned, crouching low but wasn't ready for the attack he got from the shorter red haired girl. She lunged at him, not really caring how she did, but she just had to hurt him, if not his damned pride, than physically. Draco was knocked over when she ran into him, onto his back, catching her by the arms. What Ginny didn't know was that they were so close to the dungeon stairwell that while they scuffled, they began to tumble down it.

Despite the painful decent, Ginny still lashed out at Draco when she could, scoring a good hit on his left cheek. She caught her balance near the end of the stairs and kicked at Draco.

Draco saw it coming and rolled forward, knocking her off balance and they fell down the rest of the stairs. Ginny landed first, knocking her head hard into the dirt packed ground with a 'Oof' escaping her lips. Before she could move Draco was over the top of her, her arms pinned above her head, his body holding her so she couldn't hit out at him.

The red haze of anger began to dim with the painful bright lights she saw after hitting the ground. She managed to focus on Draco, who glared down at her with such feeling she almost recoiled. Instead she returned the look as best she could, growling out, "Get off me."

Draco didn't move. His expression never changed or acknowledged that she had spoken. Just as Ginny was about to repeat the demand he drawled, "I'm rather comfy."

Ginny gave him an incredulous look, not quite getting what he meant. Then it dawned her, and she flushed to her roots, thankful that it was darker down in the dungeons than it had been in the hallway. He didn't seem to notice her blush. She did notice that in this position she was rather defenseless. Her arms being pinned up thrust her chest out and him lying on top of her was certainly suggestive. If her brothers saw her now, Malfoy would be killed and then they'd move on to her.

"Malfoy," Ginny warned, wiggling her leg to indicate her threat.

Draco didn't look worried; rather he shifted his weight so she couldn't move her legs at all. Ginny scowled, all the more frustrated that she couldn't move.

"Would you quit wiggling around?" Draco snapped irritably, he glared down at her, "Why did you have to do a idiotic thing like that back up in the hall?"

Ginny glared at him, "Why did you have to be such a big git?"

"So this is my fault?"

"Yes!"

"Ah," Draco's eyebrow arched, he was silent for a long moment. Ginny shifted, uncomfortably.

"Will you get off me before I scream rape?"

"Who would hear?" Draco smirked, but after a moment rolled off of her and stood.

Ginny sat up quickly and scooted back and away from him, rubbing her wrists where he had gripped her all the while leering at him accusingly.

Draco ignored her as usual and picked up his wand and then her own. He considered it a moment and glanced over at Ginny, tossing it to her. Ginny caught it, and suppressed the 'thanks' that her manners urged her to say.

They stood there for a long time, Draco next to the stairs, Ginny a good ways away from it still rubbing her wrists and muttering to herself.

"Do you always talk to yourself?" Draco snapped, silencing Ginny.

"I don't talk to myself." Ginny hissed, mentally scolding herself for jumping.

"Then who the bloody hell are you talking to?"

Ginny floundered, "Not you," she grumbled, "I was commenting to myself what a stupid, evil git you are."

Draco looked away, an amused smirk on his face, his point proven. Ginny huffed and slammed her fists on the ground.

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