Danger in the Night Ch. 4
By: DraconisDraco
Disclaimer: I really don't like writing these. Don't like reading them either unless they're funny. So go ahead and sue me. I have… say… six dollars. Ya want it? BTY you don't even know my real name.
A/N: Sorry about the wait Melmm. I had homework, Concert festivals and Jazz performances. Oh and trying to see Queen of the Damned. Still haven't seen it. Will try this weekend. Wish me luck!
Chapter 4: This Cannot Be Happening…
"Huh?" Harry said, his hand still at his throat.
"I said, what are you hiding?" Draco asked, pulling at Harry's arm with an evil grin on his face.
Harry groaned, but let Draco pull his hand away. He closed his eyes and braced for what may come.
Draco kissed him on the cheek.
That he hadn't expected. His eyes flew wide and he looked at Draco. "What was that for?" he asked, puzzled.
"You being silly. There's nothing there."
"N-nothing?" Harry was perplexed.
"Nothing. Why? Should there be?" Draco was puzzled by Harry's look of puzzlement.
"N-no. No of course not. I… just… er…have a… sore throat," Harry said just a tad too franticly. He rubbed his neck and gave a feeble cough. Draco didn't look convinced.
~*~*~*~
Harry lay in bed that night, in his pajamas, trying to sleep. And failing. He alone was the only one awake, to his knowledge, in the entire school. Sleep would not come to him, even though he had been bone-tired, as soon as the sun had set, an eerie energy had filled him. This new energy had pushed him, into almost giddy excitement over the smallest things. He had finished his homework in record time, lost (ungracefully) to Ron at Wizards Chess, Gobstones, and even exploding-snap. Though how he could have lost at exploding-snap he had no idea.
Now it was 2:30 in the morning and Harry still had not slept. Though he was not tired, he was bored out of his wits. Every one else was asleep in their beds, and Harry sat, awake, tireless, and utterly bored.
~Harry…~ a naggingly familiar female voice said.
Harry jerked to a sitting position. "What the hell was that?" he whispered to himself.
~Harry…~ the voice said again, seeming to come from nowhere, seeming to sound more urgent.
Harry got out of bed trying to place the position of the voice, when he noticed the floor was completely blanketed in a thick fog-like mist. The mist was pouring into the room from the sill of the closed window beside Harry's bed.
"What the hell is happening?" Harry whispered, alarmed.
The mist swirled up Harry's legs in ghostly tendrils, and suddenly became tangible, binding and effectively immobilizing his legs. Harry cried out and struggled futilely ageist his bindings.
"Relax, I will free you when I'm done." There was the voice that had called to him before. Harry's body was stilled by it involuntarily. While Harry had struggled, a form had risen from the mist and solidified to form…
Jaclyn Alucard.
To Be Continued…
(Uh-oooh… another cliff hanger. I'm good at these. I need reviews to fuel my imagination… and I don't know what to do next. Any way I still want reviews.)
DraconisDraco =-
By: DraconisDraco
Disclaimer: I really don't like writing these. Don't like reading them either unless they're funny. So go ahead and sue me. I have… say… six dollars. Ya want it? BTY you don't even know my real name.
A/N: Sorry about the wait Melmm. I had homework, Concert festivals and Jazz performances. Oh and trying to see Queen of the Damned. Still haven't seen it. Will try this weekend. Wish me luck!
Chapter 4: This Cannot Be Happening…
"Huh?" Harry said, his hand still at his throat.
"I said, what are you hiding?" Draco asked, pulling at Harry's arm with an evil grin on his face.
Harry groaned, but let Draco pull his hand away. He closed his eyes and braced for what may come.
Draco kissed him on the cheek.
That he hadn't expected. His eyes flew wide and he looked at Draco. "What was that for?" he asked, puzzled.
"You being silly. There's nothing there."
"N-nothing?" Harry was perplexed.
"Nothing. Why? Should there be?" Draco was puzzled by Harry's look of puzzlement.
"N-no. No of course not. I… just… er…have a… sore throat," Harry said just a tad too franticly. He rubbed his neck and gave a feeble cough. Draco didn't look convinced.
~*~*~*~
Harry lay in bed that night, in his pajamas, trying to sleep. And failing. He alone was the only one awake, to his knowledge, in the entire school. Sleep would not come to him, even though he had been bone-tired, as soon as the sun had set, an eerie energy had filled him. This new energy had pushed him, into almost giddy excitement over the smallest things. He had finished his homework in record time, lost (ungracefully) to Ron at Wizards Chess, Gobstones, and even exploding-snap. Though how he could have lost at exploding-snap he had no idea.
Now it was 2:30 in the morning and Harry still had not slept. Though he was not tired, he was bored out of his wits. Every one else was asleep in their beds, and Harry sat, awake, tireless, and utterly bored.
~Harry…~ a naggingly familiar female voice said.
Harry jerked to a sitting position. "What the hell was that?" he whispered to himself.
~Harry…~ the voice said again, seeming to come from nowhere, seeming to sound more urgent.
Harry got out of bed trying to place the position of the voice, when he noticed the floor was completely blanketed in a thick fog-like mist. The mist was pouring into the room from the sill of the closed window beside Harry's bed.
"What the hell is happening?" Harry whispered, alarmed.
The mist swirled up Harry's legs in ghostly tendrils, and suddenly became tangible, binding and effectively immobilizing his legs. Harry cried out and struggled futilely ageist his bindings.
"Relax, I will free you when I'm done." There was the voice that had called to him before. Harry's body was stilled by it involuntarily. While Harry had struggled, a form had risen from the mist and solidified to form…
Jaclyn Alucard.
To Be Continued…
(Uh-oooh… another cliff hanger. I'm good at these. I need reviews to fuel my imagination… and I don't know what to do next. Any way I still want reviews.)
DraconisDraco =-