In the Mind of the Walking Encyclopedia - Chapter 10
Author: tainted black (penny@twistedcandy.org)
Disclaimer: Not mine.
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Previous:
"You...you braided my hair?" I ask stupidly.
"No, a ghost came and did it," he responds. "And then my robe magically flew to you."
I crack a grin. He's not bad at all. "Thanks."
Instead of responding, he puts his palm on my forehead and I shrink back.
"You're just a little sick. Nothing to worry about. Go back to sleep." He says softly.
I yawn. Mmmm...sleep. "Thanks..." Yawn. "Dra...co."
Mr. Sandman then takes me to the land of dreams.
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I wake up to the smell of meat being flamed over the fire. I see Malfoy at the corner holding a long stick with something on it... Meat? How in the world did he get meat?
"You're up again," he says calmly.
I pull his robe off me and continue to look at the meat. "What is that?"
"Since -you- couldn't get food, -I- went out to hunt," he answers.
I suddenly imagine a deer. Oh, Merlin! Did he kill a deer? Or a cabbit? Rabbit? Bird? Oh, it -must- be a deer. Poor deer. I can imagine its big brown eyes looking innocently at me. And then I imagine Malfoy running after the deer with a pointed stick. Well, my mental image of him as a caveman is now complete.
"How did you kill it? What -was- it? And doesn't your leg hurt?"
"It was some animal...I don't know what it was." He turns the stick over, roasting the other side of the meat.
"You mean you killed a random animal? What if it was endangered? What if it wasn't meant to be consumed?" Don't panic, Hermione. We honestly can't be put in Azkaban for eating an animal, can we? None of the books I've read ever mentioned something about this. At least, I don't -recall- anything of this sort.
"If it's an animal, it was meant to be eaten," Malfoy tells me. "Why else would it be here? For us to look at?"
Ooh, I hope he's right. And I hope it wasn't a deer... Oh! I have so many questions to ask him that I'm about to burst open. I stand up and take a step towards him. "So how did you kill it? Are you sure we can eat that part? Where's the rest of the body? What about your leg? Are you -sure- we can't get sent to--"
"Slow down, Granger, slow down!"
"Okay." I take a deep breath. "How did you kill it?"
He grins crookedly and points at a sharpened stick at the corner of the cave. Well, well, well. I was right about that. Its tip was covered with blood--poor, poor animal!
"Next question?" he asks.
"How did you cut it open?"
"I used sharpened stones..." You know what? I don't think I have to imagine him as a caveman anymore. He -is- a caveman.
"And...where's the rest of the body?" Oh, please, I hope it wasn't a deer. Everyone knows deer are kind and gentle creatures of the forest! Though I'm not sure if it would still apply to the Forbidden Forest.
"Out there, somewhere. Did you think I would drag it in here?" He shakes his head. "Other animals would smell it and come in here."
"It--it wasn't a deer, was it?" I cross my fingers behind my back.
Malfoy stares at me. "You're worried I killed off some fluffy forest creature. Of all the things… That should be the -least- of your worries!"
"So it wasn't a deer?" I ask hopefully.
He smirks. "Depends. If I said it was--would you eat this?"
"No!" I exclaim. I will not eat anything as cute as a deer. I absolutely flat out refuse to! In fact, I might even become a vegetarian now.
"It's a deer," he answers, eyes twinkling. "It was a -baby- deer with great big brown eyes. And it made little noises when I approached it. It must've gotten lost during the storm..."
My eyes widen.
"You should've seen it, Granger! I held out my stick and before it knew what was coming--"
"STOP!" I shout. "You're sick, you know that? Evil! Bad!" I shake my finger at him. "How could you--to a deer? That's not right! You heartless bastard!" I was wrong about him--he is as bad as I thought he was before. No, he's ten times worse now.
His smirk only widens. "Guess I get this all to myself."
"I'm going vegetarian." That's it--only vegetables and fruits for me. No more chicken, pork, beef, no more, no more. Farewell pork chop, sayonara seafood. I will miss thee.
"And you want to know if my leg still hurts, huh?"
"Not anymore, you heartless man," I say. I don't care if he's going to bleed to death, hmpht. What comes around goes around. Minus thirty karma points from Malfoy for killing cute woodland animals.
"That's not very nice of you," he gently admonishes me. "And if you must know, my leg has stopped bleeding and I am now able to move around with ease, thank you very much."
"I don't care."
"Are you sure you don't want one piece?" He gives me a sidelong glance. "It's not that bad if I do say so myself."
"Positive." I cross my arms. "I'm not going to eat a deer."
"Suit yourself." He puts in front of his face, opening his mouth. I turn my head to watch him, wondering if he eats like a barbaric as well. His eyes meets mine.
"What are you looking at?"
"You eat."
"Stop it. Do you know how disturbing it is, seeing you look at me that way?" He looks annoyed.
"Then pretend I'm not here," I reply. Duh...
"It's kind of hard when you keep staring at me." He turns his back towards me and begins to munch on it. I bet he has it all over his face.
I guess I should busy myself while he's eating. What should I do about this den? Animal dung galore, and barely enough room for us. I toss my long braid over my shoulder and sigh. Maybe I can kick it out. No...then it would probably get on my shoes. Yuck. What I wouldn't give for a Muggle broom right now.
"This is really good," Malfoy says to the wall.
That git. I laugh silently. "I'm not hungry."
"All you ate were some -berries-," he points out, still facing the wall.
"I'm not--" My stomach betrays me with a GURGLE.
He turns around, a huge smirk on his face. "Oh?"
"Just because it's growling doesn't mean I'm hungry," I say, coloring slightly. "I'm not hungry." Ah, bloody stomach, why did you have to give my hunger away for?
He tosses a stick with meat on it to me. I grab it and immediately tell him the dangers of throwing pointed sticks at people.
"Just eat," he tells me. "I don't want to hear your stomach growling all night."
I blink. I forgot...we probably have to spend the night here. Damn. This bites. I then look at the meat on the stick. I must not eat it. I will not eat it. But it smells pretty good... No! I will keep my resolve this time. I will not eat it, no, no, no.
GURGLE.
"Did you forget how to eat, Granger?" he asks me, already finished with his semi-meal.
"No." I look at him. "I will not eat a deer."
He rolls his eyes. "Did you not realize I was -joking- about it being a deer? We don't have deer in the Forbidden Forest!" He throws his hands up in exasperation.
I knew that. I put it in my mouth and chew slowly. It tasted like... chicken? No, some sort of beef. No... I don't know. But it -was- pretty good. I swallow.
"Not bad."
"I told you so," Malfoy says, leaning down to grab his robe. He fiddles around with it and pulls out some mints. Why would Malfoy have Muggle treats in his robe? I give him a curious glance.
"It's good," he defends himself. "I never said I was against Muggle food."
I shake my head. Well, he fooled me. I thought he was against everything Muggle. Guess I was wrong. I quickly finish off whatever it was I was eating, and he tosses me a mint. I open it and put it in my mouth. Minty. Silence ensues. Not that weird silence, but a somewhat comfortable one.
It must've lasted for ten minutes before Malfoy suddenly asks me, "Do you remember the last thing you said before you fell asleep?"
"No. Did I say something stupid?"
He stays quiet, obviously thinking something over. What did I say? Maybe it was something really embarrassing. But he would be rubbing it in my face. Hmm. All I remember is a thank you, but that's it.
"No, you didn't say something stupid. Just forget it." He sounds as if he was trying to convince himself something. Oh well, it probably doesn't have to do anything with me.
"Okay. Now, I still have a couple more questions for you," I say.
"Haven't you asked me enough?" he groans.
I point to his leg. "It still hurts, right?"
"I don't see where you're going with all this--"
"Right?"
He sighs. "Okay. But just a little bit!"
"There's no way you could be chasing around any sort of animal with that wound," I say flatly. I don't understand why he lied about going hunting before.
He gives me this strange look. "Maybe I'll tell you another time."
I move next to him and sit on the ground. "No. Tell me now. How did you kill something if you can't even run?"
"Why should I tell you?"
I smirk. "Nundu..."
He pales, although it's hard to tell that he actually paled with his much too light skin. "Okay, okay. No need for threats! I had my sticks all ready at my side when I limped out of here, when I suddenly tripped on something. And uhh...it was dead."
I don't know whether to laugh or not. He -tripped- on something. And it died. I feel a huge smile appearing on my face. Hahahaha! That's just too much right now!
"It's not like you could do any better," he grumbles.
"You fell on it!" I laugh harder.
"Shut up. Don't you have more questions?"
"Yes. How do I get your bloody tie off?" I still can't get it off. Bah humbug.
"You're a smart girl, you figure out how to do it yourself," he says cheerfully. "Next question?"
"And about your wound... blood has already soaked through the cloth," I point out.
He looks down. "Yes, and?"
"You need something -clean-. And I'm not lending any more clothes for your stupid wound," I say, thinking of my robe.
FRPPPPPPHT.
What was that?!
I peer up at him. He's holding a sleeve of his Oxford. "Will this do?" He drops it on my head.
I shake my head and let it fall to my lap. "Yeah." I untie the bloodied cloth and replace it with this new white one.
"Anything -else-?" he asks me as I double knot it.
"How are we going to sleep with all this crap? And what about the fire? We can't leave it on all night...and it's going to be cold without it."
He puts a finger under his chin. "That's a good question... You can think of the answer. I am going to go to sleep!"
"What!"
Smirking, he lays down on the only clean part of the den. He then covers himself with his robe and closes his eyes. Jerk! How could he do this to me?
I shove him. "Malfoy! Get your arse up and help me put out this fire!"
He mumbles something about starting the fire.
"Put it out!" Grr. I give him a good punch on his chest.
He gets up and glares at me. Finally.
"Help me put it out," I command.
"No," he says. "I started it, you end it."
"I'm going to kick some dung at you if you don't help me," I warn.
He stands up slowly and limps outside. I grin as I sit down where he was. I'm not smart for nothing, you know... While carefully laying down, I watch him return with water in his hands. That's going to take him a while to put out the fire. Maybe five or six rounds. Heh! I yawn. Mmm. I still feel a bit sick, but it's not as bad as some hours ago.
"Granger," he says after putting the fire out. He's wet all over! Now I wouldn't be surprised if -he- got sick.
"Yes?"
"Move. I was there first," says Malfoy. I see his silhouette against the opening of the cave.
"No. There's not enough room for the both of us," I respond. I then feel him begin to pull the robe off me. Ahh! Cold! I yank it back. "Okay, okay! Here's an idea!"
"Go on."
"Since we both don't want to sleep on animal dung, and there's not enough room for the both of us to lay down, we have to sleep against the wall. Can you do that?"
"Of course I can," he replies indignantly. "Now move."
I groggily sit up and lean against the cold wall. I'm now at a ninety-degree angle against the wall. This really isn't comfortable, but I guess it'll have to do. I pat the ground next to me.
"You can sit now."
I see his silhouette move to where I was patting and there's this soft thud as he sits down. I hear him sigh.
"Now thanks to you, I'm wet again. Give me my robe--I'm going to change into it."
"But what about -me-?" I complain. "I'm going to be cold as well!"
"That's your own fault. Now I need to change out of this shirt and into the vest." I cough. Thank goodness it's dark. I hear him unbuttoning his the Oxford. I shake my head and I hug the robe. I then hear the shirt drop on the ground and I can see Malfoy's silhouette putting the vest on.
"Now give me my robe!" he demands.
"No. I'm cold," I say, spreading it over my bare legs.
"So am I!" He yanks at one end and I yank at the other. "You're going to rip it!"
"So?" I ask.
"Don't rip it!" He stops yanking. "I have an idea."
"What is it?"
I suddenly feel his arm and leg pressed next to mine. Too close! my mind screams. -Way- too close!
"What are you doing?" I almost yell.
"Trust me on this." He spreads the robe out vertically so that it reaches our feet. "There. Now I don't want to be -this- close to you, but we have no other choice."
Blast it, he's right. "Um. Okay. Night, Malfoy."
Silence.
"Night, Granger."
More silence.
I close my eyes for a second. Then I open them.
"Hey... Malfoy?" I suddenly -have- to know this.
"What?"
"Where did you learn how to braid hair?"
"My mother... Did you think I was gay or something?"
I cough. "No! I was just wondering."
"Right."
I close my eyes again, trying to ignore our extremely close proximity and the fact that I could smell him. He really -does- smell nice. I yawn and feel my head drooping to the side. -Malfoy's- side. I jerk my head back up. It starts to droop down again. I jerk it up again.
"Stop pretending you're a bloody jack-in-the-box and keep still," he says drowsily.
Hmpht. Easier said than done. I stay quiet. Why won't Mr. Sandman come visit me again? I decide to count sheep. One. Two. Three. Four. That one looks like Harry. Five. Six. Seven. And that looks like Ron! Eight. Nine. There's a Malfoy sheep. ... Erm. I'll pretend I didn't see that. Nine. Ten. Eleven...
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Half an hour later, I'm still counting sheep. Five hundred ninety-five... I hear Malfoy snoring lightly. At least someone here is getting some sleep. Five hundred ninety-six... Five hundred ninety-seven... Yawn. Five hundred ninety-eight...
Suddenly, I feel a strong arm around my waist. Don't tell me Malfoy's a hugger when he sleeps!
"Malfoy," I hiss threatenigly.
He doesn't answer.
"MALFOY!"
Still no answer.
Great. This is gross.
It feels nice, though, my brain suddenly says.
Shut up brain.
Five hundred ninety-nine... Yawn.
My head droops again. This time, I just let it drop down on Malfoy's shoulder. As much as I would like to, I'm much too tired to stop jerking it up again. Mmmh.
This feels nice too, my brain comments.
Stupid brain.
Six hundred. This one looks like Malfoy too. Even when I'm trying to sleep, he's still bothering me.
Six hundred one...
ZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzz.
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4.1o.o3 - Longest chapter yet. Lol. ^_^ Okay, so they aren't kissing. -.-; Leave me alone. Everything is just going to happen slowly. Mmm hmm
Wow. Nine for nine as well. Whoo hoo. :) I just might pass the hundred mark at this rate. Yay! ^_^ Thanks to my wonderful reviewers: Krissy, DarkflamesSolitude, Elfmoon87, Nadeshiko (you got my e-mail, right? ^^; ), Jessica, sorceress, sara, Ashley W, and SotMoon.
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Author: tainted black (penny@twistedcandy.org)
Disclaimer: Not mine.
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Previous:
"You...you braided my hair?" I ask stupidly.
"No, a ghost came and did it," he responds. "And then my robe magically flew to you."
I crack a grin. He's not bad at all. "Thanks."
Instead of responding, he puts his palm on my forehead and I shrink back.
"You're just a little sick. Nothing to worry about. Go back to sleep." He says softly.
I yawn. Mmmm...sleep. "Thanks..." Yawn. "Dra...co."
Mr. Sandman then takes me to the land of dreams.
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I wake up to the smell of meat being flamed over the fire. I see Malfoy at the corner holding a long stick with something on it... Meat? How in the world did he get meat?
"You're up again," he says calmly.
I pull his robe off me and continue to look at the meat. "What is that?"
"Since -you- couldn't get food, -I- went out to hunt," he answers.
I suddenly imagine a deer. Oh, Merlin! Did he kill a deer? Or a cabbit? Rabbit? Bird? Oh, it -must- be a deer. Poor deer. I can imagine its big brown eyes looking innocently at me. And then I imagine Malfoy running after the deer with a pointed stick. Well, my mental image of him as a caveman is now complete.
"How did you kill it? What -was- it? And doesn't your leg hurt?"
"It was some animal...I don't know what it was." He turns the stick over, roasting the other side of the meat.
"You mean you killed a random animal? What if it was endangered? What if it wasn't meant to be consumed?" Don't panic, Hermione. We honestly can't be put in Azkaban for eating an animal, can we? None of the books I've read ever mentioned something about this. At least, I don't -recall- anything of this sort.
"If it's an animal, it was meant to be eaten," Malfoy tells me. "Why else would it be here? For us to look at?"
Ooh, I hope he's right. And I hope it wasn't a deer... Oh! I have so many questions to ask him that I'm about to burst open. I stand up and take a step towards him. "So how did you kill it? Are you sure we can eat that part? Where's the rest of the body? What about your leg? Are you -sure- we can't get sent to--"
"Slow down, Granger, slow down!"
"Okay." I take a deep breath. "How did you kill it?"
He grins crookedly and points at a sharpened stick at the corner of the cave. Well, well, well. I was right about that. Its tip was covered with blood--poor, poor animal!
"Next question?" he asks.
"How did you cut it open?"
"I used sharpened stones..." You know what? I don't think I have to imagine him as a caveman anymore. He -is- a caveman.
"And...where's the rest of the body?" Oh, please, I hope it wasn't a deer. Everyone knows deer are kind and gentle creatures of the forest! Though I'm not sure if it would still apply to the Forbidden Forest.
"Out there, somewhere. Did you think I would drag it in here?" He shakes his head. "Other animals would smell it and come in here."
"It--it wasn't a deer, was it?" I cross my fingers behind my back.
Malfoy stares at me. "You're worried I killed off some fluffy forest creature. Of all the things… That should be the -least- of your worries!"
"So it wasn't a deer?" I ask hopefully.
He smirks. "Depends. If I said it was--would you eat this?"
"No!" I exclaim. I will not eat anything as cute as a deer. I absolutely flat out refuse to! In fact, I might even become a vegetarian now.
"It's a deer," he answers, eyes twinkling. "It was a -baby- deer with great big brown eyes. And it made little noises when I approached it. It must've gotten lost during the storm..."
My eyes widen.
"You should've seen it, Granger! I held out my stick and before it knew what was coming--"
"STOP!" I shout. "You're sick, you know that? Evil! Bad!" I shake my finger at him. "How could you--to a deer? That's not right! You heartless bastard!" I was wrong about him--he is as bad as I thought he was before. No, he's ten times worse now.
His smirk only widens. "Guess I get this all to myself."
"I'm going vegetarian." That's it--only vegetables and fruits for me. No more chicken, pork, beef, no more, no more. Farewell pork chop, sayonara seafood. I will miss thee.
"And you want to know if my leg still hurts, huh?"
"Not anymore, you heartless man," I say. I don't care if he's going to bleed to death, hmpht. What comes around goes around. Minus thirty karma points from Malfoy for killing cute woodland animals.
"That's not very nice of you," he gently admonishes me. "And if you must know, my leg has stopped bleeding and I am now able to move around with ease, thank you very much."
"I don't care."
"Are you sure you don't want one piece?" He gives me a sidelong glance. "It's not that bad if I do say so myself."
"Positive." I cross my arms. "I'm not going to eat a deer."
"Suit yourself." He puts in front of his face, opening his mouth. I turn my head to watch him, wondering if he eats like a barbaric as well. His eyes meets mine.
"What are you looking at?"
"You eat."
"Stop it. Do you know how disturbing it is, seeing you look at me that way?" He looks annoyed.
"Then pretend I'm not here," I reply. Duh...
"It's kind of hard when you keep staring at me." He turns his back towards me and begins to munch on it. I bet he has it all over his face.
I guess I should busy myself while he's eating. What should I do about this den? Animal dung galore, and barely enough room for us. I toss my long braid over my shoulder and sigh. Maybe I can kick it out. No...then it would probably get on my shoes. Yuck. What I wouldn't give for a Muggle broom right now.
"This is really good," Malfoy says to the wall.
That git. I laugh silently. "I'm not hungry."
"All you ate were some -berries-," he points out, still facing the wall.
"I'm not--" My stomach betrays me with a GURGLE.
He turns around, a huge smirk on his face. "Oh?"
"Just because it's growling doesn't mean I'm hungry," I say, coloring slightly. "I'm not hungry." Ah, bloody stomach, why did you have to give my hunger away for?
He tosses a stick with meat on it to me. I grab it and immediately tell him the dangers of throwing pointed sticks at people.
"Just eat," he tells me. "I don't want to hear your stomach growling all night."
I blink. I forgot...we probably have to spend the night here. Damn. This bites. I then look at the meat on the stick. I must not eat it. I will not eat it. But it smells pretty good... No! I will keep my resolve this time. I will not eat it, no, no, no.
GURGLE.
"Did you forget how to eat, Granger?" he asks me, already finished with his semi-meal.
"No." I look at him. "I will not eat a deer."
He rolls his eyes. "Did you not realize I was -joking- about it being a deer? We don't have deer in the Forbidden Forest!" He throws his hands up in exasperation.
I knew that. I put it in my mouth and chew slowly. It tasted like... chicken? No, some sort of beef. No... I don't know. But it -was- pretty good. I swallow.
"Not bad."
"I told you so," Malfoy says, leaning down to grab his robe. He fiddles around with it and pulls out some mints. Why would Malfoy have Muggle treats in his robe? I give him a curious glance.
"It's good," he defends himself. "I never said I was against Muggle food."
I shake my head. Well, he fooled me. I thought he was against everything Muggle. Guess I was wrong. I quickly finish off whatever it was I was eating, and he tosses me a mint. I open it and put it in my mouth. Minty. Silence ensues. Not that weird silence, but a somewhat comfortable one.
It must've lasted for ten minutes before Malfoy suddenly asks me, "Do you remember the last thing you said before you fell asleep?"
"No. Did I say something stupid?"
He stays quiet, obviously thinking something over. What did I say? Maybe it was something really embarrassing. But he would be rubbing it in my face. Hmm. All I remember is a thank you, but that's it.
"No, you didn't say something stupid. Just forget it." He sounds as if he was trying to convince himself something. Oh well, it probably doesn't have to do anything with me.
"Okay. Now, I still have a couple more questions for you," I say.
"Haven't you asked me enough?" he groans.
I point to his leg. "It still hurts, right?"
"I don't see where you're going with all this--"
"Right?"
He sighs. "Okay. But just a little bit!"
"There's no way you could be chasing around any sort of animal with that wound," I say flatly. I don't understand why he lied about going hunting before.
He gives me this strange look. "Maybe I'll tell you another time."
I move next to him and sit on the ground. "No. Tell me now. How did you kill something if you can't even run?"
"Why should I tell you?"
I smirk. "Nundu..."
He pales, although it's hard to tell that he actually paled with his much too light skin. "Okay, okay. No need for threats! I had my sticks all ready at my side when I limped out of here, when I suddenly tripped on something. And uhh...it was dead."
I don't know whether to laugh or not. He -tripped- on something. And it died. I feel a huge smile appearing on my face. Hahahaha! That's just too much right now!
"It's not like you could do any better," he grumbles.
"You fell on it!" I laugh harder.
"Shut up. Don't you have more questions?"
"Yes. How do I get your bloody tie off?" I still can't get it off. Bah humbug.
"You're a smart girl, you figure out how to do it yourself," he says cheerfully. "Next question?"
"And about your wound... blood has already soaked through the cloth," I point out.
He looks down. "Yes, and?"
"You need something -clean-. And I'm not lending any more clothes for your stupid wound," I say, thinking of my robe.
FRPPPPPPHT.
What was that?!
I peer up at him. He's holding a sleeve of his Oxford. "Will this do?" He drops it on my head.
I shake my head and let it fall to my lap. "Yeah." I untie the bloodied cloth and replace it with this new white one.
"Anything -else-?" he asks me as I double knot it.
"How are we going to sleep with all this crap? And what about the fire? We can't leave it on all night...and it's going to be cold without it."
He puts a finger under his chin. "That's a good question... You can think of the answer. I am going to go to sleep!"
"What!"
Smirking, he lays down on the only clean part of the den. He then covers himself with his robe and closes his eyes. Jerk! How could he do this to me?
I shove him. "Malfoy! Get your arse up and help me put out this fire!"
He mumbles something about starting the fire.
"Put it out!" Grr. I give him a good punch on his chest.
He gets up and glares at me. Finally.
"Help me put it out," I command.
"No," he says. "I started it, you end it."
"I'm going to kick some dung at you if you don't help me," I warn.
He stands up slowly and limps outside. I grin as I sit down where he was. I'm not smart for nothing, you know... While carefully laying down, I watch him return with water in his hands. That's going to take him a while to put out the fire. Maybe five or six rounds. Heh! I yawn. Mmm. I still feel a bit sick, but it's not as bad as some hours ago.
"Granger," he says after putting the fire out. He's wet all over! Now I wouldn't be surprised if -he- got sick.
"Yes?"
"Move. I was there first," says Malfoy. I see his silhouette against the opening of the cave.
"No. There's not enough room for the both of us," I respond. I then feel him begin to pull the robe off me. Ahh! Cold! I yank it back. "Okay, okay! Here's an idea!"
"Go on."
"Since we both don't want to sleep on animal dung, and there's not enough room for the both of us to lay down, we have to sleep against the wall. Can you do that?"
"Of course I can," he replies indignantly. "Now move."
I groggily sit up and lean against the cold wall. I'm now at a ninety-degree angle against the wall. This really isn't comfortable, but I guess it'll have to do. I pat the ground next to me.
"You can sit now."
I see his silhouette move to where I was patting and there's this soft thud as he sits down. I hear him sigh.
"Now thanks to you, I'm wet again. Give me my robe--I'm going to change into it."
"But what about -me-?" I complain. "I'm going to be cold as well!"
"That's your own fault. Now I need to change out of this shirt and into the vest." I cough. Thank goodness it's dark. I hear him unbuttoning his the Oxford. I shake my head and I hug the robe. I then hear the shirt drop on the ground and I can see Malfoy's silhouette putting the vest on.
"Now give me my robe!" he demands.
"No. I'm cold," I say, spreading it over my bare legs.
"So am I!" He yanks at one end and I yank at the other. "You're going to rip it!"
"So?" I ask.
"Don't rip it!" He stops yanking. "I have an idea."
"What is it?"
I suddenly feel his arm and leg pressed next to mine. Too close! my mind screams. -Way- too close!
"What are you doing?" I almost yell.
"Trust me on this." He spreads the robe out vertically so that it reaches our feet. "There. Now I don't want to be -this- close to you, but we have no other choice."
Blast it, he's right. "Um. Okay. Night, Malfoy."
Silence.
"Night, Granger."
More silence.
I close my eyes for a second. Then I open them.
"Hey... Malfoy?" I suddenly -have- to know this.
"What?"
"Where did you learn how to braid hair?"
"My mother... Did you think I was gay or something?"
I cough. "No! I was just wondering."
"Right."
I close my eyes again, trying to ignore our extremely close proximity and the fact that I could smell him. He really -does- smell nice. I yawn and feel my head drooping to the side. -Malfoy's- side. I jerk my head back up. It starts to droop down again. I jerk it up again.
"Stop pretending you're a bloody jack-in-the-box and keep still," he says drowsily.
Hmpht. Easier said than done. I stay quiet. Why won't Mr. Sandman come visit me again? I decide to count sheep. One. Two. Three. Four. That one looks like Harry. Five. Six. Seven. And that looks like Ron! Eight. Nine. There's a Malfoy sheep. ... Erm. I'll pretend I didn't see that. Nine. Ten. Eleven...
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Half an hour later, I'm still counting sheep. Five hundred ninety-five... I hear Malfoy snoring lightly. At least someone here is getting some sleep. Five hundred ninety-six... Five hundred ninety-seven... Yawn. Five hundred ninety-eight...
Suddenly, I feel a strong arm around my waist. Don't tell me Malfoy's a hugger when he sleeps!
"Malfoy," I hiss threatenigly.
He doesn't answer.
"MALFOY!"
Still no answer.
Great. This is gross.
It feels nice, though, my brain suddenly says.
Shut up brain.
Five hundred ninety-nine... Yawn.
My head droops again. This time, I just let it drop down on Malfoy's shoulder. As much as I would like to, I'm much too tired to stop jerking it up again. Mmmh.
This feels nice too, my brain comments.
Stupid brain.
Six hundred. This one looks like Malfoy too. Even when I'm trying to sleep, he's still bothering me.
Six hundred one...
ZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzz.
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4.1o.o3 - Longest chapter yet. Lol. ^_^ Okay, so they aren't kissing. -.-; Leave me alone. Everything is just going to happen slowly. Mmm hmm
Wow. Nine for nine as well. Whoo hoo. :) I just might pass the hundred mark at this rate. Yay! ^_^ Thanks to my wonderful reviewers: Krissy, DarkflamesSolitude, Elfmoon87, Nadeshiko (you got my e-mail, right? ^^; ), Jessica, sorceress, sara, Ashley W, and SotMoon.
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