~Chapter 4-Escalation~
Lockhart's gaudy owl flew in to Lucius's well-decorated office. It landed on the big mahogany desk, hooting at him.
"Curious... Who would own a bright pink owl?" He began to read the scroll that it had dropped, while shooing the creature back out the window. "Now why would I be getting a letter from Hogwarts?" Lucius pondered aloud, taking his seat.
He pulled out a secret drawer which held a small glasses case, and picture of James. No one knew that Lucius needed reading glasses, not even Narcissa. He looked around cautiously; making sure no one was in the room, before slipping on the pair of half moon silver rimmed glasses.
"Dear Mr. Malfoy,
I regret to inform you that a parent-teacher- WHAT? What could Draco have possibly done... It's the bloody first day of school!! Did he set Dumbledore's office on fire?! Poison the water?!" The angry blonde calmed himself down before reading on. "Please come to Hogwarts, ASAP.
Thank you, Gilderoy Lockhart, 8th time winner of Witch Weekly's Most-Charming-Smile Award"
Gilderoy Lockhart... Gilderoy Lockhart... Wasn't that the teacher from a few years ago that taught DADA? Had Dumbledore gone senile? Lucius thought, tilting back in his chair.
That's also the man Narcissa drools over. Maybe he could buy his way out of the house if he brought back an autograph picture of him...
Hogwarts~
Snape had just finished cleaning up the mess he had made from before. Damn that Lockhart... Stupid, vain, idiotic......
"Serverus!!"
"AH!" He screamed, which was not a habit of his, and dropped the dustpan on the floor. The recently picked up glass scattered on the floor once more. Frustrated, he turned to the man with the stupid smile on his face. That smile couldn't mean anything good... "... WHAT?"
Else where in the building, Lucius was busy scolding at his son, as they went along in the hallway. "Honestly! What have I got on my hands?! A juvenile delinquent? You embarrass me so, Draco!"
"Honestly, father! I don't know what I did! All through class I sat there and paid rapt attention! I swear!"
Harry was busy trailing them under the cover of his invisibility cloak. Of all the things he didn't trust, Lucius Malfoy was up there with floo powder. Lay one hand on him, and I'll be sure to kill you... he thought darkly, his eyes narrowing at the elder Malfoy.
Recently, Filch had been by mopping the floors, cleaning up a mess that Peeves had caused. Lucius was begining to have a hard time walking on the slick stone. "I'm getting more than a little tired of your incopa..a...a!"
From Harry's point of view, it looked like Lucius was about to strike Draco as he flailed his arms about. Having no idea that the blonde man was merely trying to grab on to something, anything , to prevent him from falling to the ground. So it seemed perfectly okay to shout, "Petrificus totalus!" and turn Lucius Malfoy into a living statue.
Harry leapt to snag Draco's slim wrist, pulling him out of the way, as Lucius fell to the ground.
"What's going on?!" Draco asked, frightened. He nearly passed out as he saw what was grabbing his wrist. "A floating hand! Oh my god! Help! The haunted hand ha-"
Harry covered Draco with the cloak, and clapped a hand over his mouth. "Shh!!"
The blonde eyed Harry angrily, struggling against him. Was Potter out of his mind?! He was still extremely pissed at him for getting him banned from Quidditch.
Harry dragged the unwilling Draco into a nearby closet, and shut the door behind them. "Your father's such a jackass! How dare he even try to hit you like tha-"
"Potter, you idiot! He wasn't trying to- Wait.. Do you hear something?"
Harry paused, trying to listen.
In the hallway, Lucius bitterly thought of all the nasty things he will do to the person who used the full body bind curse on him. How could he let this happen to him? Laying face down on the floor was definitely not his ideal Monday night. Hmm? What's this? Foot steps? Good. Maybe a professor is coming.
Lockhart turned the corner, screaming in a cowardly manner, running like mad. "HALP!" He cried, leaping over Lucius as if he was a hurdle.
Snape emerged from 'round the corner, swinging a large battle-axe. His collar was torn, and thin lips were coated and unnaturally shiny from Lockhart's lip-gloss. "Come back here so I can decapitate you!!" He screamed, extremely disgruntled at the moment and chasing after fleeing Lockhart.
Serverus! Serverus will have me out of here in no time at all!
The dark haired man dropped his axe, upon seeing the helpless Lucius lying on the ground. "Lucius? What the..." Snape said, approaching the helpless man. "Ah, I know this curse. Hang on, I'll have you free in just a few seconds."
Sensing that Snape had gotten over his anger, Lockhart bounced over to them. "Oh! The body bind curse! I'll get you out of this in no time!"
"I've got the situation under control, Lockhart." Snape growled, pointing his wand down at Lucius.
"Oh Servie, I think I know a little bit more, not much, but more, about breaking a curse than you."
Oh god, why do I not like were this is going? Lucius thought woefully.
That buffoon just called me Servie... He looked left and right, and shouted, "Where's my axe?!"
"EEK!" Lockhart shrieked, and continued running down the hall.
Snape chased after him, leaving Lucius stranded once more.
Lucius mentally sighed. How could this evening get any worse?
In the closet, Harry quickly recovered them in the invisibility cloak upon hearing the footsteps growing louder. "Sh, I think someone is coming."
"Well, I'm not deaf!" Draco hissed.
Lockhart quickly dashed into their closet, and shut the door.
Draco and Harry smushed themselves up against the wall, the closet now getting uncomfortable. Draco's first reaction was to grab the nearest thing to him, and hold on to it tightly. Which so happened to be Harry's very lucky right hand. The blonde wished hoping that Lockhart wouldn't find them. He didn't need to get into more trouble right now.
Harry on the other hand, wouldn't mind if he had to clean a thousand toilets for thousands years if caught. Draco was holding HIS hand. Draco was pressed up against HIM. This was BLISS, even if it was incredibly risky.
Snape threw open the door, glaring at the extremely frightened Lockhart viciously. " I do NOT care how many times you've won the Witch Weekly's Most-Charming-Smile Award! I'm going to-"
"8 times." Lockhart said, quickly.
"Whatever!!" Snape said moving toward the twit with arms poised to strangle him.
Lockhart however, mistook this gesture, and thought that Snape was going to embrace him... He pulled the dark man in with him, and shut the door.
You remind me of the babe. What babe? The babe with the power. What power? Power of voodoo. Who do? You do. Do what? Remind me of the babe. Lucius sang to himself, trying to pass the time as he spent several more minutes on the floor. David Bowie was his favorite singer, despite him being a muggle. He lost count of the many hours he had spent with James listening to him. A small smile would have found it's way on to his lips if they weren't stone stiff.
He had no idea exactly how many minutes had gone by, seeing as how his watch was on his hand, which he couldn't move at the moment. Right now, he didn't care who came down the hall, just as long as they could free him.
He hoped that fuzzy thing that was currently crawling on his left hand wasn't a spider. Oh god, how he hated spiders. Ever since that encounter with Aragog in the forbidden forest with James during their first year...
The sound of claws walking on stone entered his ears. Oh no. That could only be one thing...
"Well, well Mrs. Norris! What have you found me this time?"
Filch. Why'd it have to be Filch. Lucius groaned, hearing footsteps circle him.
"Why if it isn't James Potter's fuck toy, Lucius Malfoy!"
The man wouldn't be saying this to me if I weren't stuck in a body bind..
"Yes, I remember you. Mr. High and Mighty Lucius Malfoy. The prettiest slut that Hogwarts has seen since your little brat."
Rage went through Lucius. His son was a lot of things, but he was no slut.
The sound of ripping was heard, and Lucius was sure that was some his robes being ripped in two. This was quite possibly the worst night he'd had in alllloooooonnng time.
"Go back to doing rounds, my sweet. I don't want you to see this; it's going to be a little messy..."
Lucius wanted to scream as he thought what was sure to happen was going to happen. But it never came.
On the opposite end of the hallway, a figure wearing a dark hooded cloak pointed his wand at Filch. A reddish orange blast came from the end of it, as it sped towards the janitor.
Filch's clothes became engulfed in flames. "What the?!" He dropped to the floor, rolling around, trying to put the fire out. He stood up smoldering from anger, and from his burnt clothes. "You... You... Who are you?! You're trespassing on Hogwarts property!"
Whose trespassing on Hogwarts property?! What was going on?! Lucius thought, now really wishing he knew what was going on.
The figure slowly came towards Filch; wand still raised, and was more than willing to fire another attack.
The janitor began walking backwards, arms raised. "Okay, okay! I'll leave!"
When the figure was sure that Filch had left, he rested a hand on the small of Lucius's back in a reassuring manner.
Now who was this touching him? Couldn't be Filch. A professor must have saved him! He was now totally grateful to whom ever it was breaking the curse. Lucius sat up to thank the person, but found himself completely alone in the hall...
Harry and Draco were petrified. Two's company three's a crowd, and four was down right unbearable. It was a wonder why Lockhart or Snape hadn't discovered them yet.
Snape's entrance to the closet ruined Harry's blissful moment with Draco. Of all the people to walk in...
Upon seeing Snape, Draco froze. What would happen if the potions master caught them like this? With Harry Potter no less? He definately wouldn't like Draco any more... Maybe if he buried his head in Potter's robes, Snape wouldn't be able to tell who he was.
On the lists of Snape's things to do, being stuck in a closet with Lockhart was not on it.
"Isn't this romantic, Serverus? Just me and you..."
"Stop hugging me!!" Snape barked. "Get off!"
Harry held in his laughter. Finally, Snape was getting what he deserved.
Loud banging was heard, and Harry guessed it was Snape hitting something. Now noticing that Draco was currently clinging to him, he blushed.
Oh please let it be Lockhart's head, please, please, please... Draco thought.
"Serverus! Stop that! You're going to hurt your head!" Lockhart said, stopping Snape from further causing himself a concussion. "Oh, you silly potions master! Trying to knock your self out! You're so shy, it's adorable! Now, stop that squirming! I have to check your head to see if you gave yourself a bump."
"That is NOT my head!"
The door violently swung open, and Lucius stood there, looking very disgruntled. He drummed his fingers on the doorframe, looking impatiently at Lockhart, whom had his hands plastered on Snape's backside.
"One minute, and then he's all yours, Lucius." Snape said, shutting the door over.
A loud whacking sound was heard a few moments later. The dark man emerged, passing by Lucius with out even acknowledging him.
Lockhart stumbled out of the closet, a bucket shoved down upon his head. "Buy... My new book... Comes out this March... huuuhhh...." The ditzy blonde collapsed on the floor.
Dear me will this day ever end? Lucius thought miserably. "Come on, get up will you?!" He said aggravated and shaking Lockhart.
"Ohh..." he moaned, pulling off the bucket. "Have I died and gone to heaven? I'm looking at an angel so I must be." Lockhart smiled, and gave the now highly annoyed Lucius a roguish wink.
Harry had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing in hysterics.
"Potter, it's not funny! Especially since my father's homophobic!" Draco hissed.
Homophobic? It was just like Lucius Malfoy to be homophobic! That prick... Harry thought bitterly. This makes the wedding plans he made all the more difficult.
Lucius clenched his fists, swallowing the inner rage he now felt. That was the lamest... "Can we please just get this conference over with?" He needed to take a long hot bath.
"But of course! Come along." Obviously, lines would not work with this man. But we he had set up in his office would!
The unknowing Lucius followed Lockhart. What mattered most was finally finding out what Draco had done so he could know what to be mad at him for.
Lockhart held the door for Lucius. The blonde man's jaw dropped. Lockhart had set up all sorts of scented candles and rose petals through out the room. "..This isn't about Draco at all is it?"
"No... It's about you.. and me.." The ditzy man wrapped his arms around Lucius's neck. "Did anyone ever tell you, that you have the face of an angel?"
"Yes, many times! Would you let go?!" Lucius said, struggling against Lockhart.
"You and Serverus.... Both so shy.... It's so refreshing. But how can we become anything more than friends unless you get over it?"
Lucius wrenched the arms from around his neck. "I don't want to be anything with you!!"
"Yes you do, you adorable man!" Lockhart said leaping upon Lucius, knocking them both down to the floor.
Keeping himself for James' return was becoming more and more challenging. "Look here. I'll pay you to get off of me. I just want to go home."
"Surely you don't mean that! People would pay to be in your- Oh, hello. Do you mind?" Lockhart asked, looking up at the figure in the black robes.
The figure pointed his wand right at Lockhart's head.
"Whoa now, no need to get violent..." the blonde man said, getting off of Lucius. When he was far enough away he whipped out his own wand. "Aha! Whoops.." Lockhart said, dropping his wand.
The figure shook his head slowly. He helped Lucius to his feet, and started for the door.
"Wait! Please! Don't go!" Lucius said, running after him.
The figure pointed the wand at the blonde man's chest. He opened the door, and left.
Lucius ran out into the hallway, but found the mysterious man had gone.
Back in the closet, Harry looked outside, left and right. "Well... I think everyone's gone... It's safe to leave now."
"Oh sure, it's safe for you..." Draco muttered, allowing Harry to pull him out of the closet. "Once Lockhart speaks to my father..."
"Please. I don't think that meeting had anything to do with you at all." Harry smiled to him. "I'll take you back to Slytherin if you want. Or, you could try and make it on your own and run the risk of being caught by Filch."
Draco frowned. "Why are you being so nice to me Potter? It's unsettling."
"Fine then. Malfoy, you're a stupid git and I hate you."
"Much better, Potter. Thanks."
Lockhart's gaudy owl flew in to Lucius's well-decorated office. It landed on the big mahogany desk, hooting at him.
"Curious... Who would own a bright pink owl?" He began to read the scroll that it had dropped, while shooing the creature back out the window. "Now why would I be getting a letter from Hogwarts?" Lucius pondered aloud, taking his seat.
He pulled out a secret drawer which held a small glasses case, and picture of James. No one knew that Lucius needed reading glasses, not even Narcissa. He looked around cautiously; making sure no one was in the room, before slipping on the pair of half moon silver rimmed glasses.
"Dear Mr. Malfoy,
I regret to inform you that a parent-teacher- WHAT? What could Draco have possibly done... It's the bloody first day of school!! Did he set Dumbledore's office on fire?! Poison the water?!" The angry blonde calmed himself down before reading on. "Please come to Hogwarts, ASAP.
Thank you, Gilderoy Lockhart, 8th time winner of Witch Weekly's Most-Charming-Smile Award"
Gilderoy Lockhart... Gilderoy Lockhart... Wasn't that the teacher from a few years ago that taught DADA? Had Dumbledore gone senile? Lucius thought, tilting back in his chair.
That's also the man Narcissa drools over. Maybe he could buy his way out of the house if he brought back an autograph picture of him...
Hogwarts~
Snape had just finished cleaning up the mess he had made from before. Damn that Lockhart... Stupid, vain, idiotic......
"Serverus!!"
"AH!" He screamed, which was not a habit of his, and dropped the dustpan on the floor. The recently picked up glass scattered on the floor once more. Frustrated, he turned to the man with the stupid smile on his face. That smile couldn't mean anything good... "... WHAT?"
Else where in the building, Lucius was busy scolding at his son, as they went along in the hallway. "Honestly! What have I got on my hands?! A juvenile delinquent? You embarrass me so, Draco!"
"Honestly, father! I don't know what I did! All through class I sat there and paid rapt attention! I swear!"
Harry was busy trailing them under the cover of his invisibility cloak. Of all the things he didn't trust, Lucius Malfoy was up there with floo powder. Lay one hand on him, and I'll be sure to kill you... he thought darkly, his eyes narrowing at the elder Malfoy.
Recently, Filch had been by mopping the floors, cleaning up a mess that Peeves had caused. Lucius was begining to have a hard time walking on the slick stone. "I'm getting more than a little tired of your incopa..a...a!"
From Harry's point of view, it looked like Lucius was about to strike Draco as he flailed his arms about. Having no idea that the blonde man was merely trying to grab on to something, anything , to prevent him from falling to the ground. So it seemed perfectly okay to shout, "Petrificus totalus!" and turn Lucius Malfoy into a living statue.
Harry leapt to snag Draco's slim wrist, pulling him out of the way, as Lucius fell to the ground.
"What's going on?!" Draco asked, frightened. He nearly passed out as he saw what was grabbing his wrist. "A floating hand! Oh my god! Help! The haunted hand ha-"
Harry covered Draco with the cloak, and clapped a hand over his mouth. "Shh!!"
The blonde eyed Harry angrily, struggling against him. Was Potter out of his mind?! He was still extremely pissed at him for getting him banned from Quidditch.
Harry dragged the unwilling Draco into a nearby closet, and shut the door behind them. "Your father's such a jackass! How dare he even try to hit you like tha-"
"Potter, you idiot! He wasn't trying to- Wait.. Do you hear something?"
Harry paused, trying to listen.
In the hallway, Lucius bitterly thought of all the nasty things he will do to the person who used the full body bind curse on him. How could he let this happen to him? Laying face down on the floor was definitely not his ideal Monday night. Hmm? What's this? Foot steps? Good. Maybe a professor is coming.
Lockhart turned the corner, screaming in a cowardly manner, running like mad. "HALP!" He cried, leaping over Lucius as if he was a hurdle.
Snape emerged from 'round the corner, swinging a large battle-axe. His collar was torn, and thin lips were coated and unnaturally shiny from Lockhart's lip-gloss. "Come back here so I can decapitate you!!" He screamed, extremely disgruntled at the moment and chasing after fleeing Lockhart.
Serverus! Serverus will have me out of here in no time at all!
The dark haired man dropped his axe, upon seeing the helpless Lucius lying on the ground. "Lucius? What the..." Snape said, approaching the helpless man. "Ah, I know this curse. Hang on, I'll have you free in just a few seconds."
Sensing that Snape had gotten over his anger, Lockhart bounced over to them. "Oh! The body bind curse! I'll get you out of this in no time!"
"I've got the situation under control, Lockhart." Snape growled, pointing his wand down at Lucius.
"Oh Servie, I think I know a little bit more, not much, but more, about breaking a curse than you."
Oh god, why do I not like were this is going? Lucius thought woefully.
That buffoon just called me Servie... He looked left and right, and shouted, "Where's my axe?!"
"EEK!" Lockhart shrieked, and continued running down the hall.
Snape chased after him, leaving Lucius stranded once more.
Lucius mentally sighed. How could this evening get any worse?
In the closet, Harry quickly recovered them in the invisibility cloak upon hearing the footsteps growing louder. "Sh, I think someone is coming."
"Well, I'm not deaf!" Draco hissed.
Lockhart quickly dashed into their closet, and shut the door.
Draco and Harry smushed themselves up against the wall, the closet now getting uncomfortable. Draco's first reaction was to grab the nearest thing to him, and hold on to it tightly. Which so happened to be Harry's very lucky right hand. The blonde wished hoping that Lockhart wouldn't find them. He didn't need to get into more trouble right now.
Harry on the other hand, wouldn't mind if he had to clean a thousand toilets for thousands years if caught. Draco was holding HIS hand. Draco was pressed up against HIM. This was BLISS, even if it was incredibly risky.
Snape threw open the door, glaring at the extremely frightened Lockhart viciously. " I do NOT care how many times you've won the Witch Weekly's Most-Charming-Smile Award! I'm going to-"
"8 times." Lockhart said, quickly.
"Whatever!!" Snape said moving toward the twit with arms poised to strangle him.
Lockhart however, mistook this gesture, and thought that Snape was going to embrace him... He pulled the dark man in with him, and shut the door.
You remind me of the babe. What babe? The babe with the power. What power? Power of voodoo. Who do? You do. Do what? Remind me of the babe. Lucius sang to himself, trying to pass the time as he spent several more minutes on the floor. David Bowie was his favorite singer, despite him being a muggle. He lost count of the many hours he had spent with James listening to him. A small smile would have found it's way on to his lips if they weren't stone stiff.
He had no idea exactly how many minutes had gone by, seeing as how his watch was on his hand, which he couldn't move at the moment. Right now, he didn't care who came down the hall, just as long as they could free him.
He hoped that fuzzy thing that was currently crawling on his left hand wasn't a spider. Oh god, how he hated spiders. Ever since that encounter with Aragog in the forbidden forest with James during their first year...
The sound of claws walking on stone entered his ears. Oh no. That could only be one thing...
"Well, well Mrs. Norris! What have you found me this time?"
Filch. Why'd it have to be Filch. Lucius groaned, hearing footsteps circle him.
"Why if it isn't James Potter's fuck toy, Lucius Malfoy!"
The man wouldn't be saying this to me if I weren't stuck in a body bind..
"Yes, I remember you. Mr. High and Mighty Lucius Malfoy. The prettiest slut that Hogwarts has seen since your little brat."
Rage went through Lucius. His son was a lot of things, but he was no slut.
The sound of ripping was heard, and Lucius was sure that was some his robes being ripped in two. This was quite possibly the worst night he'd had in alllloooooonnng time.
"Go back to doing rounds, my sweet. I don't want you to see this; it's going to be a little messy..."
Lucius wanted to scream as he thought what was sure to happen was going to happen. But it never came.
On the opposite end of the hallway, a figure wearing a dark hooded cloak pointed his wand at Filch. A reddish orange blast came from the end of it, as it sped towards the janitor.
Filch's clothes became engulfed in flames. "What the?!" He dropped to the floor, rolling around, trying to put the fire out. He stood up smoldering from anger, and from his burnt clothes. "You... You... Who are you?! You're trespassing on Hogwarts property!"
Whose trespassing on Hogwarts property?! What was going on?! Lucius thought, now really wishing he knew what was going on.
The figure slowly came towards Filch; wand still raised, and was more than willing to fire another attack.
The janitor began walking backwards, arms raised. "Okay, okay! I'll leave!"
When the figure was sure that Filch had left, he rested a hand on the small of Lucius's back in a reassuring manner.
Now who was this touching him? Couldn't be Filch. A professor must have saved him! He was now totally grateful to whom ever it was breaking the curse. Lucius sat up to thank the person, but found himself completely alone in the hall...
Harry and Draco were petrified. Two's company three's a crowd, and four was down right unbearable. It was a wonder why Lockhart or Snape hadn't discovered them yet.
Snape's entrance to the closet ruined Harry's blissful moment with Draco. Of all the people to walk in...
Upon seeing Snape, Draco froze. What would happen if the potions master caught them like this? With Harry Potter no less? He definately wouldn't like Draco any more... Maybe if he buried his head in Potter's robes, Snape wouldn't be able to tell who he was.
On the lists of Snape's things to do, being stuck in a closet with Lockhart was not on it.
"Isn't this romantic, Serverus? Just me and you..."
"Stop hugging me!!" Snape barked. "Get off!"
Harry held in his laughter. Finally, Snape was getting what he deserved.
Loud banging was heard, and Harry guessed it was Snape hitting something. Now noticing that Draco was currently clinging to him, he blushed.
Oh please let it be Lockhart's head, please, please, please... Draco thought.
"Serverus! Stop that! You're going to hurt your head!" Lockhart said, stopping Snape from further causing himself a concussion. "Oh, you silly potions master! Trying to knock your self out! You're so shy, it's adorable! Now, stop that squirming! I have to check your head to see if you gave yourself a bump."
"That is NOT my head!"
The door violently swung open, and Lucius stood there, looking very disgruntled. He drummed his fingers on the doorframe, looking impatiently at Lockhart, whom had his hands plastered on Snape's backside.
"One minute, and then he's all yours, Lucius." Snape said, shutting the door over.
A loud whacking sound was heard a few moments later. The dark man emerged, passing by Lucius with out even acknowledging him.
Lockhart stumbled out of the closet, a bucket shoved down upon his head. "Buy... My new book... Comes out this March... huuuhhh...." The ditzy blonde collapsed on the floor.
Dear me will this day ever end? Lucius thought miserably. "Come on, get up will you?!" He said aggravated and shaking Lockhart.
"Ohh..." he moaned, pulling off the bucket. "Have I died and gone to heaven? I'm looking at an angel so I must be." Lockhart smiled, and gave the now highly annoyed Lucius a roguish wink.
Harry had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing in hysterics.
"Potter, it's not funny! Especially since my father's homophobic!" Draco hissed.
Homophobic? It was just like Lucius Malfoy to be homophobic! That prick... Harry thought bitterly. This makes the wedding plans he made all the more difficult.
Lucius clenched his fists, swallowing the inner rage he now felt. That was the lamest... "Can we please just get this conference over with?" He needed to take a long hot bath.
"But of course! Come along." Obviously, lines would not work with this man. But we he had set up in his office would!
The unknowing Lucius followed Lockhart. What mattered most was finally finding out what Draco had done so he could know what to be mad at him for.
Lockhart held the door for Lucius. The blonde man's jaw dropped. Lockhart had set up all sorts of scented candles and rose petals through out the room. "..This isn't about Draco at all is it?"
"No... It's about you.. and me.." The ditzy man wrapped his arms around Lucius's neck. "Did anyone ever tell you, that you have the face of an angel?"
"Yes, many times! Would you let go?!" Lucius said, struggling against Lockhart.
"You and Serverus.... Both so shy.... It's so refreshing. But how can we become anything more than friends unless you get over it?"
Lucius wrenched the arms from around his neck. "I don't want to be anything with you!!"
"Yes you do, you adorable man!" Lockhart said leaping upon Lucius, knocking them both down to the floor.
Keeping himself for James' return was becoming more and more challenging. "Look here. I'll pay you to get off of me. I just want to go home."
"Surely you don't mean that! People would pay to be in your- Oh, hello. Do you mind?" Lockhart asked, looking up at the figure in the black robes.
The figure pointed his wand right at Lockhart's head.
"Whoa now, no need to get violent..." the blonde man said, getting off of Lucius. When he was far enough away he whipped out his own wand. "Aha! Whoops.." Lockhart said, dropping his wand.
The figure shook his head slowly. He helped Lucius to his feet, and started for the door.
"Wait! Please! Don't go!" Lucius said, running after him.
The figure pointed the wand at the blonde man's chest. He opened the door, and left.
Lucius ran out into the hallway, but found the mysterious man had gone.
Back in the closet, Harry looked outside, left and right. "Well... I think everyone's gone... It's safe to leave now."
"Oh sure, it's safe for you..." Draco muttered, allowing Harry to pull him out of the closet. "Once Lockhart speaks to my father..."
"Please. I don't think that meeting had anything to do with you at all." Harry smiled to him. "I'll take you back to Slytherin if you want. Or, you could try and make it on your own and run the risk of being caught by Filch."
Draco frowned. "Why are you being so nice to me Potter? It's unsettling."
"Fine then. Malfoy, you're a stupid git and I hate you."
"Much better, Potter. Thanks."