a/n- The character's in this story are NOT MINE. They are the product
of the genius imagination that is J.K. Rowling. I hope you enjoy my story,
nevertheless. I know it may be little dry at first, but it will get better,
I promise. Please R&R. Constructive criticism IS welcomed. Thanks!
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Draco jogged frantically along a winding passage of Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. "an hour and a half ago." Thought Draco, panicked and somewhat jaded. "I started towards the bloody dormitories an hour and a half ago." Breathing heavily, Draco stopped with such abruptness that he almost toppled over in spite of himself. He grabbed his side and muttered. "Where the hell am I?" He sat himself down to rest his weary legs. "I just went to the bathroom and I could almost swear that I had started up the staircase towards the Slytherin common room..."
Draco studied his surroundings with furoughed brow. This part of Hogwarts was entirely foreign to him, he had never seen it before in his life. His eyes followed the walls and the paintings that they wore upon them. Creepy, sort of ominous looking things.. Most were portraits, he noticed. Obviously antiquities, but free of dust and grime of any kind.
The grim faces of each painting seemed to follow him as he began again, slower this time, down the unfamiliar, scarlet carpeted halls. Draco stopped suddenly, to closely examine a picture which had particularly capitured his attention. It was of a young woman, very beautiful, with long black hair which cascaded gracefully down her slender shoulders, past her waist. "You are very beautiful." Draco blurted aloud. He turned several shades of red as he looked quickly over his shoulder and then up and down the hallway. Draco was hoping that no one had crept up and overheard his sudden exclamation. When he was positive that the coast was clear, he turned himself back to the painting.
He walked closer to it with the intention of studying it in greated depth. His eyes fell to the dark haired girl's breasts and he, once again, turned as red as a tomato. After regaining his composure, he directed his attention, instead, to the girl's lovely face. She seemed to be studying him also. Her icey blue eyes shined in a way that made him wonder. "It's as if she knows something that I do not, a secret or something."
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Out of the corner of his eye, Draco noticed a glint of light at the bottom of the painting. In return, he focused his attention towards the light. It was a tiny, medal inscription which was the source. He determined to himself that the torches which were lighting the halls had contributed to the gleam. Draco struggled to read what the was inscribed on the small plaque. He squinted and then finally brought himself roughly onto his knees.
Almost, but he still couldn't quite make it out. He pushed his face all the more closer. The letters were tiny, barely legible but after a few moments he was to read what it said: "Do not push me." "What?" Draco cried, chuckling. "If that isn't reverse psychology, than I don't know what is!" Or maybe.... "Or maybe it says, "do not push me." so that I will think it is reverse psychology so that I will NOT push it. Or maybe...."
Draco looked thoughtful for a few moments. "Oh, what the hell!" He pushed the tiny, metal slab and yelped in surprise as the wall began to rumble.
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To be continued.....
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Draco jogged frantically along a winding passage of Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. "an hour and a half ago." Thought Draco, panicked and somewhat jaded. "I started towards the bloody dormitories an hour and a half ago." Breathing heavily, Draco stopped with such abruptness that he almost toppled over in spite of himself. He grabbed his side and muttered. "Where the hell am I?" He sat himself down to rest his weary legs. "I just went to the bathroom and I could almost swear that I had started up the staircase towards the Slytherin common room..."
Draco studied his surroundings with furoughed brow. This part of Hogwarts was entirely foreign to him, he had never seen it before in his life. His eyes followed the walls and the paintings that they wore upon them. Creepy, sort of ominous looking things.. Most were portraits, he noticed. Obviously antiquities, but free of dust and grime of any kind.
The grim faces of each painting seemed to follow him as he began again, slower this time, down the unfamiliar, scarlet carpeted halls. Draco stopped suddenly, to closely examine a picture which had particularly capitured his attention. It was of a young woman, very beautiful, with long black hair which cascaded gracefully down her slender shoulders, past her waist. "You are very beautiful." Draco blurted aloud. He turned several shades of red as he looked quickly over his shoulder and then up and down the hallway. Draco was hoping that no one had crept up and overheard his sudden exclamation. When he was positive that the coast was clear, he turned himself back to the painting.
He walked closer to it with the intention of studying it in greated depth. His eyes fell to the dark haired girl's breasts and he, once again, turned as red as a tomato. After regaining his composure, he directed his attention, instead, to the girl's lovely face. She seemed to be studying him also. Her icey blue eyes shined in a way that made him wonder. "It's as if she knows something that I do not, a secret or something."
*** *** ***
Out of the corner of his eye, Draco noticed a glint of light at the bottom of the painting. In return, he focused his attention towards the light. It was a tiny, medal inscription which was the source. He determined to himself that the torches which were lighting the halls had contributed to the gleam. Draco struggled to read what the was inscribed on the small plaque. He squinted and then finally brought himself roughly onto his knees.
Almost, but he still couldn't quite make it out. He pushed his face all the more closer. The letters were tiny, barely legible but after a few moments he was to read what it said: "Do not push me." "What?" Draco cried, chuckling. "If that isn't reverse psychology, than I don't know what is!" Or maybe.... "Or maybe it says, "do not push me." so that I will think it is reverse psychology so that I will NOT push it. Or maybe...."
Draco looked thoughtful for a few moments. "Oh, what the hell!" He pushed the tiny, metal slab and yelped in surprise as the wall began to rumble.
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To be continued.....