In the Mind of the Walking Encyclopedia - Chapter 7
Author: tainted black (penny@twistedcandy.org)
Disclaimer: Not mine.
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He rolls his eyes. "You Gryffindors obviously no knowledge of the animal world, do you? When it pulls itself out of the spell, it's going to be hungry and mad. And it's going to smell my blood. And then it will come after us!"
"Not unless we're back at Hogwarts," I snap.
"You are too optimistic."
"You are too pessimistic." I stick my tongue out at him. "Let's get going."
Malfoy again struggles to stand. I grab his arm and feel him stiffen against me before pulling himself away.
"Look, you're going to need my help whether you like it or not," I point out. "So you might as well just go along with it. As much as I don't want you to, just lean against me so it would be easier to walk. I don't want you slowing us down."
He makes a face and warily leans against me.
"Let's go," he says tiredly.
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"That doesn't look like a den to me," Malfoy comments, making a face. "Are you -sure- that it's a den?"
"Yes, Malfoy," I say, stretching out his name. "It's a den."
He takes a step forward with his good foot and then pulls back. "How do I know if there aren't any animals waiting to eat me?"
"Why are you so untrusting? There are no animals, I assure you," I say. I'm starting to regret not letting the nundu eat him. But if it weren't for him, the nundu would be chewing on my bones right now. I sigh. I owe him--big time.
"And how do I know if you aren't going to leave me here to die while you are frolicking your way back to the school?"
Hey, that's a good idea... But I can't do that. I can't do that to the guy who just saved me, even though it was to cover his own arse.
"You just have to trust me on this." I grin. "Unless you want me to leave you here, in the rain, where the nundu can eat you." If it works on Harry and Ron with school work, then this should work on Malfoy with the nundu!
His eyes widen. "You are positively evil, Granger."
"I try," I respond sarcastically. I pull his arm as I walk to the den, making him follow dutifully next to me.
"Home sweet home," he mutters, staring at the den in contempt. "I've always wanted to have a house like this, you know? A little animal dung here and there, oh, some bones here, and the tele right in between."
I stare blankly at him. "You -are- kidding, right?"
He looks at me and smirks. "What do you think?"
"I don't think you are..."
Malfoy shakes his head. "I'm not even going to bother answering you." He limps to the only uncluttered side of the den and sits down. What nerve! I'm not going to sit next to all that animal dung or bones.
"If somebody told me the that I was going to go get lost in the forest with you of all people on the second day of school, I would've hexed them to Pluto," he mutters. "And now look where I am! And to make matters worse, our wands don't even work right."
"It's not like I -asked- to be in this situation too," I say. "I didn't go up to the Fates and beg them to be alone with -you-."
"And my robes are dirty," he says suddenly. "Look, mud all over." He wipes at the mud on his robes, but only succeeds in spreading it more. He looks up at me. "You just -had- to get that cabbit, didn't you?"
There's no point in arguing with him, I reason. It would lead to us shouting at each other again, and there really is not point in -that-.
"You just couldn't leave it alone," he continues. "I -told- you to leave it alone, but did you listen to me? Oh, no. You're too good to listen to me."
Grr.
"You all think you're too good, don't you? You and those other two, getting away with everything. Even if you break all the rules in the book, Dumbledore would still keep you in the school," he goes on bitterly. "Whereas anyone else would have been sent away in an instant. What makes you three so special?"
I can't take this anymore.
"It's because you're the Golden Trio. You're--"
"Shut up," I cry angrily. "You know, we didn't ask for -any- of that stuff! Do you think we -want- to have all these adventures? Do you think we -want- to have our lives in on the line? You have no idea how much Harry wishes for a normal life, how much Ron wishes that he wasn't known as a sidekick on all this, how much I wish I didn't have to watch my back!"
"Then why do you insist on prancing around the school like you own it?" he shouts back. "What makes you so indispensable to Hogwarts?"
"We do -not- prance around the school!"
He narrows his eyes. "Oh, you think you don't? How about that high and mighty walk you three seem to have all adopted since second year?"
"-Us-?" I screech. "What about you, you and your pompous, prejudiced ways! What walk would you call that? The walk of the Malfoy?!"
"I don't prance around like I own the school."
"No," I agree, "-you- prance around like you own the entire wizarding world! You who categorize other witches and wizards based on their background! You are narrow-minded, Malfoy."
"Look who's talking," he grumbles. "Face it Granger, you have just as much prejudice as me."
I raise my eyebrow. "How?" I challenge him.
"Tell me...what do you think of Slytherins?"
"Mean, nasty, cruel, sadistic, future Death Eaters," I instantly list.
"And Ravenclaws?"
"Smart, studious, tolerant--"
"Hufflepuffs?"
"Loyal, faithful, brave, fun--"
"Gryffindors?"
"Brave, loyal, nice, amazing--"
"You see, you've stereotyped all of the different groups right there," he says. "You automatically think that if we're in Slytherin, we're bad folks. Face it, you're not all that different from me, or from anyone else in the matter. The only difference is that -your- stereotypes are based upon which house they came from."
I stop. He was right.
"But anyways, there's no point in arguing," Malfoy says.
"No, really," I say. "It's all your fault anyways. You started it." Why did I have to go saying -that- for? We're going to get into another argument.
"Right. So anyways..."
He didn't comment on it. He didn't deny it. I'm a bit startled, actually. Maybe he wasn't as thick as I thought he was.
I turn back around so that I'm facing out of the cave. Malfoy said there was going to be a storm tonight, but it looks like it's going to happen now. I briefly wonder if any of the others would have noticed I was gone yet... Oh, but wait. I would be having Arithmancy right now--Harry and Ron wouldn't notice until lunch, probably.
Running a hand through my wet hair, I turn back to Malfoy. He's picking at the temporary band-aid I've created for him. Oh, dear, I hope it hasn't been soaked with blood already. But it was bleeding quite a bit when I had tied it on. It couldn't have been more than thirty minutes ago. I unwillingly walk over to him.
"What do you want?" he asks, looking up at me through his bangs. I didn't know he had bangs. Well, I didn't know he had anything besides gel.
"Let me see your leg."
"You already saw it."
"Yes, but let me see it again."
"I didn't think you were -that- morbid," he says. "And no, you don't get to see it. Leave me alone."
I was just trying to help! "Fine," I respond curtly. I sit down next to him.
"Didn't I say to leave me alone?"
"There's no where else to sit that doesn't have crap," I reply. "Unless -you- want to move and sit in it."
"I was here first," he declares.
"So what? I found the cave."
"Fine. You can sit there." Malfoy picks up a stick and sets it between us. "Do not cross the line."
"Stick," I correct. "And I don't want to."
We proceed to sit in silence. The rain continues on loudly, and every now and then I hear some thunder. After ten minutes, I steal a glance at him. He's staring blankly at the adjacent wall, making circles with his index finger.
The thunder booms again.
I've never been afraid of thunder or lightning. If anything, I find it oddly thrilling. I only wish that I could stand out there right now--hey, that doesn't sound like a bad idea. Every time there's a thunderstorm in the making, I am always out there to watch it. Mum says it's dangerous, and I always tell her it's not until the first one strikes. I smile. She's afraid that it will one day hit me first. But that's a chance I'm willing to take.
I stand up and dust myself.
"What are you doing?" Malfoy turns his head my way.
"I'm going to go out and look at the sky," I reply.
"For someone who's so awfully smart, you sure are a bit stupid at times," he says. "You could get fried out there."
"You sound like my mother."
He turns his attention back to the wall.
Walking out of the den, I begin to doubt myself. Should I be doing it, this time? I'm out in a forest and there's no car to run to in case something -does- happen. Before I can change my mind, I walk faster.
Now I'm out. It's too late to change my mind. I close my eyes and breathe in the air. It's nice, this natural sort of air. Thunder booms again and I open my eyes. In the distance, I can see the lightning flash. Pretty... The lightning crackles. Well, that should be enough looking for now. I remember the lightning has been going on for a while...
I jog back to the den, where I see Malfoy attempting to build a fire. He has all these sticks on the ground is rubbing two sticks together vigorously. I suddenly have a mental picture of him in a caveman outfit grunting "me ugha Malfoy ooga booga". I clutch at my stomach and laugh. Oh, Merlin, that's hilarious!
Malfoy looks up, his silver eyes piercing into my brown ones. "Glad someone's having fun." He continues to rub the sticks together.
"Oh, hahahahahahahaha!" I point and laugh at him.
He growls. "Stop it. I don't see what's so funny."
"Oooh...gah... Boog..ah, ahahhahaa!"
"Have you lost your ability to speak, Granger?"
There's some sort of spark on the twigs and Malfoy grins triumphedly. I hear background music in my head--"Space Odyssey." You know, that song they play for human civilization. Nuh... Nuh... NUH NUH! Yes, that one. I almost fall to the ground laughing.
The den becomes brighter and Malfoy beams at his 'creation'.
Ladies and gentlemen, we have fire!
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3.3o.o3 - It took me soooo long to find the name of that instrumental piece. Hahahaha, this was a fun chapter to write, actually. It only took me about an hour (due to that blasted song). I'm a bit iffy about the argument, though. But I hope you guys had a nice laugh at the end. If you still have no idea what song it is...go download it, and I'm sure you would recognize it right away. *grins*
Reviewers (look: 6 for chapter 6!):
Dara - ^_^ Thanks! ... I think it's gladder? ^^;;
SotMoon - I suppose Draco's right about animals wanting to bite/eat him. xDD
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C-fleurbleue - *grins* Thanks.
Elfmoon87 - Draco's still not suddenly nice... *grins crookedly* I don't like the one where he changes without any given reason. =\ And thanks!
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:) Review please. They keep me happy. Have a donut while you're at it. ... Unless you prefer a slice of cake. ^^;; In that case, I'll go bake some cake next time.
Author: tainted black (penny@twistedcandy.org)
Disclaimer: Not mine.
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Previous:
He rolls his eyes. "You Gryffindors obviously no knowledge of the animal world, do you? When it pulls itself out of the spell, it's going to be hungry and mad. And it's going to smell my blood. And then it will come after us!"
"Not unless we're back at Hogwarts," I snap.
"You are too optimistic."
"You are too pessimistic." I stick my tongue out at him. "Let's get going."
Malfoy again struggles to stand. I grab his arm and feel him stiffen against me before pulling himself away.
"Look, you're going to need my help whether you like it or not," I point out. "So you might as well just go along with it. As much as I don't want you to, just lean against me so it would be easier to walk. I don't want you slowing us down."
He makes a face and warily leans against me.
"Let's go," he says tiredly.
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"That doesn't look like a den to me," Malfoy comments, making a face. "Are you -sure- that it's a den?"
"Yes, Malfoy," I say, stretching out his name. "It's a den."
He takes a step forward with his good foot and then pulls back. "How do I know if there aren't any animals waiting to eat me?"
"Why are you so untrusting? There are no animals, I assure you," I say. I'm starting to regret not letting the nundu eat him. But if it weren't for him, the nundu would be chewing on my bones right now. I sigh. I owe him--big time.
"And how do I know if you aren't going to leave me here to die while you are frolicking your way back to the school?"
Hey, that's a good idea... But I can't do that. I can't do that to the guy who just saved me, even though it was to cover his own arse.
"You just have to trust me on this." I grin. "Unless you want me to leave you here, in the rain, where the nundu can eat you." If it works on Harry and Ron with school work, then this should work on Malfoy with the nundu!
His eyes widen. "You are positively evil, Granger."
"I try," I respond sarcastically. I pull his arm as I walk to the den, making him follow dutifully next to me.
"Home sweet home," he mutters, staring at the den in contempt. "I've always wanted to have a house like this, you know? A little animal dung here and there, oh, some bones here, and the tele right in between."
I stare blankly at him. "You -are- kidding, right?"
He looks at me and smirks. "What do you think?"
"I don't think you are..."
Malfoy shakes his head. "I'm not even going to bother answering you." He limps to the only uncluttered side of the den and sits down. What nerve! I'm not going to sit next to all that animal dung or bones.
"If somebody told me the that I was going to go get lost in the forest with you of all people on the second day of school, I would've hexed them to Pluto," he mutters. "And now look where I am! And to make matters worse, our wands don't even work right."
"It's not like I -asked- to be in this situation too," I say. "I didn't go up to the Fates and beg them to be alone with -you-."
"And my robes are dirty," he says suddenly. "Look, mud all over." He wipes at the mud on his robes, but only succeeds in spreading it more. He looks up at me. "You just -had- to get that cabbit, didn't you?"
There's no point in arguing with him, I reason. It would lead to us shouting at each other again, and there really is not point in -that-.
"You just couldn't leave it alone," he continues. "I -told- you to leave it alone, but did you listen to me? Oh, no. You're too good to listen to me."
Grr.
"You all think you're too good, don't you? You and those other two, getting away with everything. Even if you break all the rules in the book, Dumbledore would still keep you in the school," he goes on bitterly. "Whereas anyone else would have been sent away in an instant. What makes you three so special?"
I can't take this anymore.
"It's because you're the Golden Trio. You're--"
"Shut up," I cry angrily. "You know, we didn't ask for -any- of that stuff! Do you think we -want- to have all these adventures? Do you think we -want- to have our lives in on the line? You have no idea how much Harry wishes for a normal life, how much Ron wishes that he wasn't known as a sidekick on all this, how much I wish I didn't have to watch my back!"
"Then why do you insist on prancing around the school like you own it?" he shouts back. "What makes you so indispensable to Hogwarts?"
"We do -not- prance around the school!"
He narrows his eyes. "Oh, you think you don't? How about that high and mighty walk you three seem to have all adopted since second year?"
"-Us-?" I screech. "What about you, you and your pompous, prejudiced ways! What walk would you call that? The walk of the Malfoy?!"
"I don't prance around like I own the school."
"No," I agree, "-you- prance around like you own the entire wizarding world! You who categorize other witches and wizards based on their background! You are narrow-minded, Malfoy."
"Look who's talking," he grumbles. "Face it Granger, you have just as much prejudice as me."
I raise my eyebrow. "How?" I challenge him.
"Tell me...what do you think of Slytherins?"
"Mean, nasty, cruel, sadistic, future Death Eaters," I instantly list.
"And Ravenclaws?"
"Smart, studious, tolerant--"
"Hufflepuffs?"
"Loyal, faithful, brave, fun--"
"Gryffindors?"
"Brave, loyal, nice, amazing--"
"You see, you've stereotyped all of the different groups right there," he says. "You automatically think that if we're in Slytherin, we're bad folks. Face it, you're not all that different from me, or from anyone else in the matter. The only difference is that -your- stereotypes are based upon which house they came from."
I stop. He was right.
"But anyways, there's no point in arguing," Malfoy says.
"No, really," I say. "It's all your fault anyways. You started it." Why did I have to go saying -that- for? We're going to get into another argument.
"Right. So anyways..."
He didn't comment on it. He didn't deny it. I'm a bit startled, actually. Maybe he wasn't as thick as I thought he was.
I turn back around so that I'm facing out of the cave. Malfoy said there was going to be a storm tonight, but it looks like it's going to happen now. I briefly wonder if any of the others would have noticed I was gone yet... Oh, but wait. I would be having Arithmancy right now--Harry and Ron wouldn't notice until lunch, probably.
Running a hand through my wet hair, I turn back to Malfoy. He's picking at the temporary band-aid I've created for him. Oh, dear, I hope it hasn't been soaked with blood already. But it was bleeding quite a bit when I had tied it on. It couldn't have been more than thirty minutes ago. I unwillingly walk over to him.
"What do you want?" he asks, looking up at me through his bangs. I didn't know he had bangs. Well, I didn't know he had anything besides gel.
"Let me see your leg."
"You already saw it."
"Yes, but let me see it again."
"I didn't think you were -that- morbid," he says. "And no, you don't get to see it. Leave me alone."
I was just trying to help! "Fine," I respond curtly. I sit down next to him.
"Didn't I say to leave me alone?"
"There's no where else to sit that doesn't have crap," I reply. "Unless -you- want to move and sit in it."
"I was here first," he declares.
"So what? I found the cave."
"Fine. You can sit there." Malfoy picks up a stick and sets it between us. "Do not cross the line."
"Stick," I correct. "And I don't want to."
We proceed to sit in silence. The rain continues on loudly, and every now and then I hear some thunder. After ten minutes, I steal a glance at him. He's staring blankly at the adjacent wall, making circles with his index finger.
The thunder booms again.
I've never been afraid of thunder or lightning. If anything, I find it oddly thrilling. I only wish that I could stand out there right now--hey, that doesn't sound like a bad idea. Every time there's a thunderstorm in the making, I am always out there to watch it. Mum says it's dangerous, and I always tell her it's not until the first one strikes. I smile. She's afraid that it will one day hit me first. But that's a chance I'm willing to take.
I stand up and dust myself.
"What are you doing?" Malfoy turns his head my way.
"I'm going to go out and look at the sky," I reply.
"For someone who's so awfully smart, you sure are a bit stupid at times," he says. "You could get fried out there."
"You sound like my mother."
He turns his attention back to the wall.
Walking out of the den, I begin to doubt myself. Should I be doing it, this time? I'm out in a forest and there's no car to run to in case something -does- happen. Before I can change my mind, I walk faster.
Now I'm out. It's too late to change my mind. I close my eyes and breathe in the air. It's nice, this natural sort of air. Thunder booms again and I open my eyes. In the distance, I can see the lightning flash. Pretty... The lightning crackles. Well, that should be enough looking for now. I remember the lightning has been going on for a while...
I jog back to the den, where I see Malfoy attempting to build a fire. He has all these sticks on the ground is rubbing two sticks together vigorously. I suddenly have a mental picture of him in a caveman outfit grunting "me ugha Malfoy ooga booga". I clutch at my stomach and laugh. Oh, Merlin, that's hilarious!
Malfoy looks up, his silver eyes piercing into my brown ones. "Glad someone's having fun." He continues to rub the sticks together.
"Oh, hahahahahahahaha!" I point and laugh at him.
He growls. "Stop it. I don't see what's so funny."
"Oooh...gah... Boog..ah, ahahhahaa!"
"Have you lost your ability to speak, Granger?"
There's some sort of spark on the twigs and Malfoy grins triumphedly. I hear background music in my head--"Space Odyssey." You know, that song they play for human civilization. Nuh... Nuh... NUH NUH! Yes, that one. I almost fall to the ground laughing.
The den becomes brighter and Malfoy beams at his 'creation'.
Ladies and gentlemen, we have fire!
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3.3o.o3 - It took me soooo long to find the name of that instrumental piece. Hahahaha, this was a fun chapter to write, actually. It only took me about an hour (due to that blasted song). I'm a bit iffy about the argument, though. But I hope you guys had a nice laugh at the end. If you still have no idea what song it is...go download it, and I'm sure you would recognize it right away. *grins*
Reviewers (look: 6 for chapter 6!):
Dara - ^_^ Thanks! ... I think it's gladder? ^^;;
SotMoon - I suppose Draco's right about animals wanting to bite/eat him. xDD
Sunshine Stargirl - Thanks
C-fleurbleue - *grins* Thanks.
Elfmoon87 - Draco's still not suddenly nice... *grins crookedly* I don't like the one where he changes without any given reason. =\ And thanks!
Sa Sa - *blinks* Unless you were Sai in a past review, I don't think you reviewed. ^^; Yea, I don't like those either. Thanks for the review. ^^
:) Review please. They keep me happy. Have a donut while you're at it. ... Unless you prefer a slice of cake. ^^;; In that case, I'll go bake some cake next time.