Disclaimer: see chapter 6
A/N: Big apologies all round people! Thank you to cyanide blue for mentioning the changing tenses. I hadn't checked the layout of my story once posted, and as such didn't realize the formatting I'd used didn't work. So hence the apology guys. Present tense is meant to denote character thought. From now on, this will be shown as *character's thoughts*.
Sorry this chapter took a while to come out. I have been sickly. For that reason, this chapter's a short one.
As always, for Leah, my motivating force (poor girl has a tough job ^-^) and kudos also go out to cyanide blue, Arizosa, Pathetic Invader, SilverSerpent, Fanny Chan and whoever left the anonymous 'tease!!!!' Possibly one of the best reviews I have EVER received.
Oh yeah, and if anyone wants to beta, I'm open to offers. I suck at editing. Anyway, ON WITH THE STORY!
*So close*
"Potter..." Harry shivered as Draco's breath brushed gently against his own lips. Eyes intently scanning and memorizing that perfect, delicate face, he failed to realize Draco had stilled within his grasp. "P...Potter? What are you..?"
*Oh... GOD!*
Abruptly coming to his senses, Harry pushed away from Draco. He shook his head, not sure whether this was to clear it, or an act of denial. Breathing harshly, he looked back at the other boy. Draco was slumped against the wall, breath coming in ragged gasps, confusion written all over his face. Harry watched as he raised one hand to massage the material at the shoulder Harry had been gripping. Neither of them spoke, making the sound of their breathing echo loudly through the corridor. Harry shuffled, uncomfortable in the heavy silence. He cleared his throat. "So... any ideas as to how to get out of here?" A tight smile caught at the edge of Draco's mouth. "Not really Potter. I was planning on going with the assumption that you'd come up with a brilliant plan to save the day, as per usual. Seems to be more your area than mine." He shrugged. "Don't worry, I'm sure they'll send a search party out to find us." A bitter smirk crossed his face. "After all, where would we be without the 'Boy Who Lived'?" Harry scowled. "Malfoy, I swear... just... get us out of here!"
"And how do you propose I... wait, wait! I can do this. Give me a second..." Draco reached into his pocket, tugging his wand free. Harry tensed, about to go for his own, when Draco shot him a scornful look. "Relax Potty, I'm not going to waste my time on you. Now just sit there be quiet like a good boy. I've got to concentrate." Suppressing a smirk as Harry's eyes narrowed dangerously, Draco focused on the task at hand. Harry stood back and watched as Draco extended a palm, muttering to himself. A ball of light flickered into life above the center of his hand, bathing his chest and face in white light. With his wand, he drew a sigil Harry couldn't identify over the glowing sphere. "Okay, here comes the painful part..." Returning his wand to the pocket, Draco stood, eyes fixed on the light, fishing through his pocket. "Malfoy... what are you doing?" Draco eyes flickered towards Harry for an instant. "Didn't I tell you to shut up?" he said, distracted. Before Harry could reply, Draco gave a triumphant "A ha!" A silver sliver glimmered in the hand Draco had raised victoriously before him. "Found it." Harry stared, uncomprehending. "A pin? What do you need that for?" Draco shot him a withering glare. "What do you think, Potty?"
"Will you stop calling me that? And... what are you doing?" Harry was vaguely horrified to realize what Draco had planned.
*He's going to stab himself with that! But that's... that's blood magic!
Dark magic!*
Draco, face a mask of concentration, (and Harry did NOT find it cute that Draco stuck out his tongue when concentrating) was holding the pin upright between his middle finger and thumb. His index finger hovered over the tip and he cringed in anticipation of the pain to follow. He hesitated, seemingly aware of the weight of Harry's gaze. "What?"
"Malfoy...that's... you can't..." Harry fought to verbalize his feelings, but the words kept slipping away from him.
"Can't what Potter? Use blood in a spell?" He sneered "Oh please. Look, it's not a dark arts spell. It just needs part of a persons 'essence', if you will, to track them. And considering the amount of residual magic around here, a strand of hair isn't going to do the trick, and we DON'T want the spell to mess up. Frankly, the thought of becoming any more lost than I am right now, with YOU, is not exactly a pleasant one." He considered the other boy for a moment, and Harry squirmed under the look of vicious satisfaction creeping into that gaze. Without another word, he lowered his finger to rest on the pin's side...then held it out to Harry.
A/N: Big apologies all round people! Thank you to cyanide blue for mentioning the changing tenses. I hadn't checked the layout of my story once posted, and as such didn't realize the formatting I'd used didn't work. So hence the apology guys. Present tense is meant to denote character thought. From now on, this will be shown as *character's thoughts*.
Sorry this chapter took a while to come out. I have been sickly. For that reason, this chapter's a short one.
As always, for Leah, my motivating force (poor girl has a tough job ^-^) and kudos also go out to cyanide blue, Arizosa, Pathetic Invader, SilverSerpent, Fanny Chan and whoever left the anonymous 'tease!!!!' Possibly one of the best reviews I have EVER received.
Oh yeah, and if anyone wants to beta, I'm open to offers. I suck at editing. Anyway, ON WITH THE STORY!
*So close*
"Potter..." Harry shivered as Draco's breath brushed gently against his own lips. Eyes intently scanning and memorizing that perfect, delicate face, he failed to realize Draco had stilled within his grasp. "P...Potter? What are you..?"
*Oh... GOD!*
Abruptly coming to his senses, Harry pushed away from Draco. He shook his head, not sure whether this was to clear it, or an act of denial. Breathing harshly, he looked back at the other boy. Draco was slumped against the wall, breath coming in ragged gasps, confusion written all over his face. Harry watched as he raised one hand to massage the material at the shoulder Harry had been gripping. Neither of them spoke, making the sound of their breathing echo loudly through the corridor. Harry shuffled, uncomfortable in the heavy silence. He cleared his throat. "So... any ideas as to how to get out of here?" A tight smile caught at the edge of Draco's mouth. "Not really Potter. I was planning on going with the assumption that you'd come up with a brilliant plan to save the day, as per usual. Seems to be more your area than mine." He shrugged. "Don't worry, I'm sure they'll send a search party out to find us." A bitter smirk crossed his face. "After all, where would we be without the 'Boy Who Lived'?" Harry scowled. "Malfoy, I swear... just... get us out of here!"
"And how do you propose I... wait, wait! I can do this. Give me a second..." Draco reached into his pocket, tugging his wand free. Harry tensed, about to go for his own, when Draco shot him a scornful look. "Relax Potty, I'm not going to waste my time on you. Now just sit there be quiet like a good boy. I've got to concentrate." Suppressing a smirk as Harry's eyes narrowed dangerously, Draco focused on the task at hand. Harry stood back and watched as Draco extended a palm, muttering to himself. A ball of light flickered into life above the center of his hand, bathing his chest and face in white light. With his wand, he drew a sigil Harry couldn't identify over the glowing sphere. "Okay, here comes the painful part..." Returning his wand to the pocket, Draco stood, eyes fixed on the light, fishing through his pocket. "Malfoy... what are you doing?" Draco eyes flickered towards Harry for an instant. "Didn't I tell you to shut up?" he said, distracted. Before Harry could reply, Draco gave a triumphant "A ha!" A silver sliver glimmered in the hand Draco had raised victoriously before him. "Found it." Harry stared, uncomprehending. "A pin? What do you need that for?" Draco shot him a withering glare. "What do you think, Potty?"
"Will you stop calling me that? And... what are you doing?" Harry was vaguely horrified to realize what Draco had planned.
*He's going to stab himself with that! But that's... that's blood magic!
Dark magic!*
Draco, face a mask of concentration, (and Harry did NOT find it cute that Draco stuck out his tongue when concentrating) was holding the pin upright between his middle finger and thumb. His index finger hovered over the tip and he cringed in anticipation of the pain to follow. He hesitated, seemingly aware of the weight of Harry's gaze. "What?"
"Malfoy...that's... you can't..." Harry fought to verbalize his feelings, but the words kept slipping away from him.
"Can't what Potter? Use blood in a spell?" He sneered "Oh please. Look, it's not a dark arts spell. It just needs part of a persons 'essence', if you will, to track them. And considering the amount of residual magic around here, a strand of hair isn't going to do the trick, and we DON'T want the spell to mess up. Frankly, the thought of becoming any more lost than I am right now, with YOU, is not exactly a pleasant one." He considered the other boy for a moment, and Harry squirmed under the look of vicious satisfaction creeping into that gaze. Without another word, he lowered his finger to rest on the pin's side...then held it out to Harry.