I've finally decided to update...though I don't really know why I'm kinda sick of this story already and I don't like it, It's hard trying to give it a good direction but oh well I'll try. Now so no one gets confused (not that I think you really would) words in italics and enclosed in *'s mean a character is thinking and a long line of *'s breaking up parts of the story simply mean I'm moving between characters or their POV or some time has passed ok? As always-constructive criticism and reviews are welcome! (And wanted) but I do not want any senseless flames. They. Are. Stupid. And will be laughed at by all my friends.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and I never will.
Chapter 3
Somewhere in a restless dreamland, Harry was wandering in the rain. Not that he minded, it was warm and almost comforting as it ran over his body and his face, almost crawling over his face...wait a minute. Harry's eyes snapped open and went slightly cross eyed to get a look at what felt creepily wet and warm on his nose. It was what looked like a fat slimy slug. On his nose. Crawling over his face leaving a sticky trail of slime as it went. Feeling throughly disgusted, Harry let out yelp and sitting up, slapped at his face trying to get the horrid thing off. It hit the side of the dead tree with a loud SPLAT! And he watched as it slowly slid down, yellow gunky trail following it. Harry shuddered, wiping feverishly at his face with a dirty sleeve trying to remove the sticky goo but stopped when he heard a snicker near him. Malfoy was wearing the smirk that Harry had come to know him by and looked like he was trying to keep himself from laughing.
"What are you laughing at?" Harry snapped.
"You what else would I be laughing at." Malfoy replied still smirking nastily.
"Yeah that's right laugh it up" Harry muttered then almost as an afterthought added loudly "But I wouldn't be laughing if I were you especially if I had a spider that big on my head."
The smirk immediately disappeared and Malfoy flung his hands up successfully slapping himself on the head but finding nothing more. Realising he'd been tricked Malfoy aimed a dark glare at Harry and mumbled a few choice words but otherwise shut up. Pleased with himself Harry allowed himself a smirk of his own before realising two things: one it had stopped raining, and two he was starving. When had he last eaten? Thinking about it now, it must've been early yesterday morning. Sighing Harry slowly crept out of the tree that had served as their shelter last night and took a look around to see if he could find anything edible, and as his luck seemed to have it lately there was nothing around that he was willing to risk putting in his mouth...
*Wait what was that* Harry whirled around scanning the forest intently. He could have sworn he had just heard something, like a deep throaty growl, much like the wolf thing they had encountered yesterday. Panic rose in his chest as he stared in the direction he thought it had come from. A minute passed...then two...then three but no sight or any more noises sounded in the forest. Harry let out the breath he had been holding in and began to calm down.
*It's alright* he told himself *Your just being paranoid*
"What are you looking at?" Malfoy drawled now standing next to Harry who broke out of his thoughts to glare at him.
"Nothing" he snapped "now lets get going, no point in hanging around here any longer is there?" And without waiting for an answer strode off in the direction they had been heading in yesterday.
"And just where are we going exactly?" That question made him stop and he turned around to face Malfoy he hadn't moved from his spot and stood arms crossed glaring.
"What." Harry asked.
"I mean how do you know were even going in the right direction, we don't have our wands or anything to point us, or is it just the famous Boy Who Lived's magic sense of direction." Malfoy finished practically dripping venom by now and Harry felt himself tense, ready to snap. He was hungry, cold and tired not to mention stuck in a strange forest with the person who was responsible for bringing him here in the first place; he was not in the mood for Malfoy's attitude right now.
"We'll Malfoy" Harry grated out "We are going in this direction because its the exact opposite way of that thing we ran into yesterday."
"That's a shit reason."
*Great he's going to be difficult. * Harry thought angrily.
"You know what Malfoy? I bet if you went in any direction you would eventually come out this forest anyway, So if you have a problem with this particular direction, then find your own way!" Harry spat out spinning around and preparing to resume walking.
"Fine then maybe I will!"
"What?" Harry asked for the second time that day once again turning back around to face Malfoy.
"I said I'll find my own way, I don't need you." Malfoy spat.
"Don't be stupid, we should stick together." *Much as I hate to admit it. * Harry thought.
"No, you said I should find my own way, so I will Potter." And with that Malfoy stomped off.
"Malfoy wait! I...wait why do I care" Harry muttered then yelled after the retreating figure "Fine go I don't care!" "Idiot" Harry said before continuing on the way he had originally picked determined not to go after Malfoy.
*If he wants to be stupid then that's his problem, I'm not going to stop him, I don't care...except* Harry slowed down, his anger was diminishing and he began to feel uneasy. He glanced back in the general direction Malfoy had gone and felt a twinge of worry gnaw and his insides.
*Except...maybe...I think I do care...*
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*Why did I even follow him as long as I did? He's an idiot, a stupid retarded Muggle loving...where am I*
Draco stopped, looking around, or trying to he couldn't see very clearly. The air had become thick with fog creeping in from all sides making it difficult to see more than a few feet in front of him, the air had taken on a nasty acrid smell and it had felt like it had gotten hotter as well. Draco begun to feel nervous regretting his rash decision earlier and now his eyes had begun to sting and water. Something was irritating them badly.
*I have to get out of here* His eyes were watering so badly he could hardly see more than blurry shapes. Blindly stumbling and getting scratched up by various trees and thorny shrubs as he pushed his way through, Draco began to panic. It hadn't been like this before why the sudden change now? Then his foot caught on something and he fell forwards. He landed on something much softer than the hard stony ground he had been expecting though and it took him a moment to realise that. The smell had gotten worse, almost gagging him it was so terrible, and his face, resting on the soft object he had landed on felt wet and sticky, whatever it was, was soaking through his robes and make his hands slick as he tried to push himself up. As he finally managed to raise himself slightly he glanced down to see what had broken his fall. And almost threw up at the sight of it. It was a big, dead furry animal of some kind. It had been burnt to death judging by its blackened skin, or what was left of its skin. Blood was still oozing from its corpse, and that was what was soaking into his robes. Draco finally realised that this must of been a very recent kill, smoke was still rising from its body and that must of been what had looked like fog, the smell was the smell of charred flesh emanating from this creature. Letting out a horrified scream Draco flung himself back only to slip on more blood falling painfully backwards, knocking the wind out of him and banging his head quite hard as well. Wincing, it took a moment for him to refocus and when he did he wished he hadn't, and his eyes widened in terror. Looming over him like a black cloud, eyes' glowing through the film of smoke and snorting angrily from being interrupted from its meal was a very large black scaly dragon. Draco let out another terrified scream as the huge beasts, snapping jaws, lunged at him...
