A/N: Yo, I would like to thank my uber-loverly beta reader, Emma, THANKS!
I'd also like to thank my reviewers,
Pepsi, thanks 4 the tip, and the review, I hadn't realized I wasn't accepting anonymous reviews
Momo, ure review was pretty short, but non-the less very appreciated
Olusha, again, short but *so* important to me
Silverserpent, for the love of slash *salute*
Right, onto the chapter:
Disclaimer- the not owning of anything remains, but its one of those things we don't talk about
"To me you're like a growing addiction that I cant deny. Won't you tell me, is it healthy, baby?"
"Kiss From A Rose"-Seal
Draco watched as Harry stood up and started towards the exit, not bothering with explanations to his friends. They didn't notice. Draco did, and he followed.
Harry was so tired, he felt he could just lie down and stop. Stop everything; it was days like this he wondered why the hell he was there. Everybody was so happy, why couldn't he be happy like that? It didn't seem fair. Oh wait, how selfish of him, how dare he think of his own happiness for once, of course this is fair. I only saved the world; silly of me to think that actually meant anything.
The Gryffindor leaned against the hallway wall and gave into gravity. Sitting down on the cold marble floors of some deserted corridor he felt more in control then ever. But he didn't want to be in control, he wanted someone else to be in control for once, he wanted to pass down the responsibility. He wanted to depend on somebody. Harry chuckled mirthlessly to himself,
"Ironic, you'd think after saving the world I could at least be allowed to get over not having a real childhood."
"Acquired a habit of talking to yourself Potter?" Came a familiar, amused sounding voice from the shadows.
"Oh don't be silly Malfoy, that would be insane! I'm talking to my friend Dust here, allow me to introduce you, Dust, this is Mr. Malfoy, Malfoy, this is Mr. Particle."
Harry responded gesturing towards the floor of the passageway, which had probably not been passed through in quite a while, cleaned in even longer. There were so many of these corridors, all looked essentially the same, most students didn't venture past the ones that led to their classes. Now that Harry looked around he realized he had never been here before. All he could see was a long, seemingly never-ending tunnel to his right and a stone wall to his left. There was a table against the wall, and a small chest atop it.
"You're crazier then I thought Potter." Harry heard Malfoy mutter, but his voice was lacking any trace of malice, he sounded almost possessive. "Where is this place anyway?"
"You should know as well as I do, you're here too. Unless you'd like to openly admit stalking me. Which works just as well."
"Yes, you caught me, I've been stalking you" Draco said, moving towards the table. He scrunched up his nose in disgust as he ran a finger across the tabletop, "More of your little friends Potter?" He asked, referring to the dust that the table had collected "Is this where your posse of unhygienic little friends meets on a weekly basis? Oh that's where Goyle goes every Thursday!" Harry Chuckled,
"Wow, have you ever started something you knew you wouldn't have the strength to finish?"
"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't relate. A Malfoy always finishes what he starts."
"Guess you weren't the right person to ask." Harry said. He looked up at Draco, only to find the other boy totally entranced by the little chest.
"Hmm.I wonder who left this here," Draco muttered, more for his own benefit then Harry's "It seems very valuable. Terrible colors though, gold and crimson," he snorted. Mr. particle seemed very nonchalant about the fact that Draco didn't greet him like Harry said he should.
"They're nice colors, you just won't admit it because you're a Slytherin." This caught Draco's attention,
"I would have you know that that is not the reason, thank you very much. The colors clash terribly, I have always preferred cool colors anyway, and the only statement this is making is 'Look at me, I like Mc Donald's"
"Mc Donald's? Now how would Mr. Malfoy, Slytherin pureblood extraordinaire know about that?"
"Ever heard the phrase 'Know thy enemy'?" Draco retorted
"Oh, I see. That would explain the stalking wouldn't it?"
"Probably belonged to Gryffindor, this did." Draco said, changing the subject back to the box
"I wouldn't bet against it" Harry said, obviously not as intrigued as the Slytherin boy was.
"Wonder what's in it." Draco mused as he began opening the chest's fastenings and lifting its lid.
Pepsi, thanks 4 the tip, and the review, I hadn't realized I wasn't accepting anonymous reviews
Momo, ure review was pretty short, but non-the less very appreciated
Olusha, again, short but *so* important to me
Silverserpent, for the love of slash *salute*
Right, onto the chapter:
Disclaimer- the not owning of anything remains, but its one of those things we don't talk about
"To me you're like a growing addiction that I cant deny. Won't you tell me, is it healthy, baby?"
"Kiss From A Rose"-Seal
Draco watched as Harry stood up and started towards the exit, not bothering with explanations to his friends. They didn't notice. Draco did, and he followed.
Harry was so tired, he felt he could just lie down and stop. Stop everything; it was days like this he wondered why the hell he was there. Everybody was so happy, why couldn't he be happy like that? It didn't seem fair. Oh wait, how selfish of him, how dare he think of his own happiness for once, of course this is fair. I only saved the world; silly of me to think that actually meant anything.
The Gryffindor leaned against the hallway wall and gave into gravity. Sitting down on the cold marble floors of some deserted corridor he felt more in control then ever. But he didn't want to be in control, he wanted someone else to be in control for once, he wanted to pass down the responsibility. He wanted to depend on somebody. Harry chuckled mirthlessly to himself,
"Ironic, you'd think after saving the world I could at least be allowed to get over not having a real childhood."
"Acquired a habit of talking to yourself Potter?" Came a familiar, amused sounding voice from the shadows.
"Oh don't be silly Malfoy, that would be insane! I'm talking to my friend Dust here, allow me to introduce you, Dust, this is Mr. Malfoy, Malfoy, this is Mr. Particle."
Harry responded gesturing towards the floor of the passageway, which had probably not been passed through in quite a while, cleaned in even longer. There were so many of these corridors, all looked essentially the same, most students didn't venture past the ones that led to their classes. Now that Harry looked around he realized he had never been here before. All he could see was a long, seemingly never-ending tunnel to his right and a stone wall to his left. There was a table against the wall, and a small chest atop it.
"You're crazier then I thought Potter." Harry heard Malfoy mutter, but his voice was lacking any trace of malice, he sounded almost possessive. "Where is this place anyway?"
"You should know as well as I do, you're here too. Unless you'd like to openly admit stalking me. Which works just as well."
"Yes, you caught me, I've been stalking you" Draco said, moving towards the table. He scrunched up his nose in disgust as he ran a finger across the tabletop, "More of your little friends Potter?" He asked, referring to the dust that the table had collected "Is this where your posse of unhygienic little friends meets on a weekly basis? Oh that's where Goyle goes every Thursday!" Harry Chuckled,
"Wow, have you ever started something you knew you wouldn't have the strength to finish?"
"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't relate. A Malfoy always finishes what he starts."
"Guess you weren't the right person to ask." Harry said. He looked up at Draco, only to find the other boy totally entranced by the little chest.
"Hmm.I wonder who left this here," Draco muttered, more for his own benefit then Harry's "It seems very valuable. Terrible colors though, gold and crimson," he snorted. Mr. particle seemed very nonchalant about the fact that Draco didn't greet him like Harry said he should.
"They're nice colors, you just won't admit it because you're a Slytherin." This caught Draco's attention,
"I would have you know that that is not the reason, thank you very much. The colors clash terribly, I have always preferred cool colors anyway, and the only statement this is making is 'Look at me, I like Mc Donald's"
"Mc Donald's? Now how would Mr. Malfoy, Slytherin pureblood extraordinaire know about that?"
"Ever heard the phrase 'Know thy enemy'?" Draco retorted
"Oh, I see. That would explain the stalking wouldn't it?"
"Probably belonged to Gryffindor, this did." Draco said, changing the subject back to the box
"I wouldn't bet against it" Harry said, obviously not as intrigued as the Slytherin boy was.
"Wonder what's in it." Draco mused as he began opening the chest's fastenings and lifting its lid.