In the Mind of the Walking Encyclopedia - Chapter 11
Author: tainted black (penny@twistedcandy.org)
Disclaimer: Not mine.
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Previous:
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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I open my eyes and lift my head off Malfoy's shoulder. My neck hurts... I will never, ever sleep in that position again. I rub at it with my hand.
"Mmm," Malfoy suddenly says.
I avert my eyes to look at him. He's still sleeping and his arm is -still- around my waist. He doesn't look as menacing when he's sleeping, almost well, innocent. Wait a second--this is Malfoy. He's anything -but- innocent!
Even cute? my brain asks.
Who said he was cute? Not me! I glare angrily at him. Never!
Perhaps handsome? my brain continues.
No. Not at all. He's just...Malfoyish.
He looks like an angel! squeals my brain.
My brain has lost it. I knew I shouldn't have done so much late night cramming. This must be the side effect.
A blond-haired, silver-eyed angel! my brain says with glee.
I look at Malfoy. Okay. Maybe he looks decent sleeping. But I don't care if he's the handsomest guy in the world--his personality stinks.
Malfoy suddenly smirks.
Well, he was right--he -does- smirk in his sleep. Will wonders never cease? First I find out that he's a hugger and now I discover that he's a perpetual smirker.
I jab him with my elbow. "Wake up you big oaf."
He sleepily opens one eye. "Five more minutes..."
"Now!" Jab.
"Just five more--" His eyes are now wide open. "GRANGER? What are you doing here?"
"Think. Real hard," I respond. He has short-term memory as well.
Malfoy looks around the cave slowly. I can see the realization dawn on his face. "You mean that wasn't a nightmare?"
"I wish it was," I say.
"Am I still dreaming?" he says.
I pinch him.
"Ow," he yelps, glaring at me. "Why did you do that for, Granger?"
I smirk. "Obviously, you aren't dreaming. You're awake, you're in a cave with me, -and- it's still raining. Now will you kindly remove your arm?"
"My arm?" He glances at his arm and immediately removes it from my waist.
"Thank you." I stand up and stretch. "I've been doing a little thinking...what do you think of waiting until it stops raining before trying to return to the school? It won't do us any good getting sick." Not to mention I don't want him gawking at my chest the second I get soaked.
"And what if the rain doesn't stop? What if it -floods-?" He stands up and begins to stretch his arms.
"Flood? Have you ever heard of it flooding at Hogwarts?"
"Well, no," he admits. "But it's just a thought."
"So what do you think?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe?" I look at him. "Let's see you come up with a better idea."
"Okay, fine. It's a good idea," he says grudgingly. "But if it doesn't stop by tonight, I'm going to find the castle myself--rain or no rain."
"Both of us. I don't want to be stuck here by myself."
Smirking, he says, "I thought Gryffindors were -brave-. And here you are, saying that you don't want to be stuck here by yourself... You certainly don't fit the Gryffindor stereotype."
"Shut up."
He continues to smirk at me. "So, Granger, what do we do about food?"
"Why don't you trip over an animal again?" I respond sarcastically. "You seem to be good at that."
Malfoy narrows his eyes. "At least -I- got food. You brought along berries--"
"And I got sick--"
"It's your own fault--"
"You -made- me go out--"
"No, I didn't--"
"You blocked the door!" I shout at him. "What else was I supposed to do? Stand around and get wet? I don't think so."
"Well, you aren't sick now," Malfoy says suddenly.
"I..." What am I supposed to say to that?
"So it doesn't matter if you got sick," he continues. He has an unreadable expression on his face.
I rub my temples as I sit back down. "Why are we arguing again?"
"Food."
"Are there any berries left?" I look around the cave.
"I ate them all," he mumbles. I stare at him. Pig! I bet he eats just as much as Harry and Ron, if not, more!
"Well, then." I pause to think. "You aren't eager to hunt and I'm not eager to go out again."
He nods.
"Do you think you can last a day without eating?"
"Yes," he immediately answers. "But what about water?"
"What about it? One day without water isn't going to kill us," I tell him.
"What about two?"
"Two? We can still survive." This is going to be tough.
"Let's hope you're right," Malfoy says.
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Thirty minutes later, my stomach begins to grumble.
Since we're sitting back to back, Malfoy turns his head to look at me. "Hungry? Already?"
I ignore my stomach. "No. Not at all."
"Sure, sure."
I begin to unbraid my hair, wondering when -his- stomach was going to start grumbling. I grin to myself. Maybe soon. He -must- be getting hungry. Mmm hmm. Any time now..
Gurgle goes my stomach. Damn.
I hear him chuckling. "Now are you hungry?"
"No," I declare. There, finished. I feel my hair. It's back to bushy. Lo and behold, I am now the Queen of Frizzy Hair.
"Frizz Queen," Malfoy says suddenly.
"What?" I look over my shoulder and see him smirking back at me.
"You have the frizziest hair I've ever seen."
I stare blankly at him. "Tell me something I don't know."
He grins. Mmm...he doesn't look bad when he's grinning either. What? Yes he does! He looks just as bad.
"Tell me, Granger.... I've always wondered why you study so much. Are you a perfectionist?"
Where did this come from? I continue to stare at him blankly.
"Or do you have no life outside of studying?"
I growl. "I have a life! It not wrong to want to have -good- grades, now is it? No! Just because I -like- studying doesn't mean I don't have a life. Is there something wrong with hearing praise? About good grades?" I glower at him.
"So, you're a perfectionist," he concludes.
"I never said that," I snap. But wait, I -am- a perfectionist. Oh, well, I'll never admit it to him now.
"Then what are you?"
"What do you mean by -that-?"
He tsks me. "And I thought you were smart."
"I -am- smart." I sound a bit egotistical... Look what he's done to me! Before I know it, I'm going to be smirking 24/7.
"Then answer me," he says.
I turn my head to look at the wall in front of me. I don't have to answer him if I don't want to. So take that, Malfoy! Mwahaha.
"You -are-." He pauses. "Unless you're living some sort of double life and have split personalities. Nerd by day, freak by night."
My mouth drops open. What nerve! "I am not!"
"I was right," he says.
"And what about -you-? Have you always been a sadistic git?"
"Sadistic? Me? What are you talking about?"
"You, you, arghh," I say incomprehensively.
"Come again?" I feel Malfoy tilting his head back against mine.
"Forget it."
Silence.
More silence.
Even more silence.
"Malfoy," I say.
"Hm?"
I don't say anything. Maybe it was a stupid question. "Nothing."
"Granger, keep on talking," Malfoy says.
"Why?"
"The day's going to past by faster if we're doing something."
"But it won't affect the weather," I point out.
"Well, the time will go faster," he insists. "Come on, keep talking."
"Okay--wait. Am I going to have a one sided conversation? I don't think so. Why don't -you- talk?"
"Fine. I'll participate every now and then," he says.
"So... What do we talk about?" Look at me, I'm making forced conversation with Malfoy. This -must- be a first.
"I don't know. Ask something."
"I just did," I say. "Okay, here. I came up with something. What's your favorite color?" This reminds me of preschool. I feel pretty stupid asking that question.
"You came up with -that-?" he says slowly. "Of all the things, 'what's your favorite color?'"
"You -said- to make conversation!" I exclaim. What else did he want me to do? Pull a rabbit out of my shoe? Sheesh!
"Fine, fine. Gray."
I make a face. Gray? "I thought you'd like black."
"I do," he says. "But gray is right in between black and white--another color I like."
"Oh."
Silence.
"Well?" he asks.
"Well, -what-?" Now what did he want?
"Aren't you going to respond?"
He actually wants me to answer? I feel weird. Really weird. "I like... I don't know what color." Do I even -have- a favorite color? I don't think I do.
"Indecisive, aren't we?"
"I just don't have a favorite, okay?" I say. "Not everyone has a favorite color. And there's nothing wrong with having no favorite, now is there? No, I think not. Besides, colors--"
"Granger, okay, sheesh," he interrupts. "I didn't ask for an elaboration. How about this...if you were any animal right now, what would you be?"
"A bird!" I immediately answer. "That way, I can fly away from -you- without worrying about the weather."
I feel him stiffen slightly. "Am I all that bad? I know plenty of girls who would -love- to be where you are right now."
"I'm not one of them," I respond. "So what would you be?"
"I would be a bat." I hear him cackle a bit.
I raise my eyebrow. "Why a bat?"
"Why not? I happen to like bats," he says.
"I see you go for the furry blood-sucking things," I remark. "Why does that not surprise me?"
"I don't know, Granger."
"You know what else I'm wondering about?" I ask.
"No," he says curtly.
"Why do we call each other by last name? Not that I want to go changing that, but I can't remember," I wonder outloud. "I mean, the first time you saw me, did you decide to just go Granger? Or do you just call everyone by their last names?"
"How's this for an answer: I call Crabbe and Goyle 'Crabbe and Goyle'," he says.
"Good point," I say, smiling a bit. "Have you ever called -anyone- by their first name?"
"No, and I don't intend to," he sneers.
"What would you do if someone had a brother?"
"Number one and number two," Malfoy answers.
I burst out laughing. He was willing to call people numbers just to avoid saying their first names? This was too much.
"May I ask what's so funny?" he asks indignantly. "I happen to think this a good, impersonal way of naming people."
"By giving them numbers and refusing to call them by their first name? Oh, Malfoy," I laugh. "Has anyone called -you- by your first name? Ever?"
"Of course."
"Your nanny doesn't count." I couldn't help it, I just -had- to add that. Ah, I wish I could see his face right now!
"I wasn't going to mention her," he grumbles. "I've been called by my first name numorous times."
"Oh, yea?" I challenge. "Who? Name me -one- person."
Silence.
Malfoy abruptly stands up and I fall backwards. He stares down at me coldly.
"I don't have to answer that."
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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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I open my eyes and lift my head off Malfoy's shoulder. My neck hurts... I will never, ever sleep in that position again. I rub at it with my hand.
"Mmm," Malfoy suddenly says.
I avert my eyes to look at him. He's still sleeping and his arm is -still- around my waist. He doesn't look as menacing when he's sleeping, almost well, innocent. Wait a second--this is Malfoy. He's anything -but- innocent!
Even cute? my brain asks.
Who said he was cute? Not me! I glare angrily at him. Never!
Perhaps handsome? my brain continues.
No. Not at all. He's just...Malfoyish.
He looks like an angel! squeals my brain.
My brain has lost it. I knew I shouldn't have done so much late night cramming. This must be the side effect.
A blond-haired, silver-eyed angel! my brain says with glee.
I look at Malfoy. Okay. Maybe he looks decent sleeping. But I don't care if he's the handsomest guy in the world--his personality stinks.
Malfoy suddenly smirks.
Well, he was right--he -does- smirk in his sleep. Will wonders never cease? First I find out that he's a hugger and now I discover that he's a perpetual smirker.
I jab him with my elbow. "Wake up you big oaf."
He sleepily opens one eye. "Five more minutes..."
"Now!" Jab.
"Just five more--" His eyes are now wide open. "GRANGER? What are you doing here?"
"Think. Real hard," I respond. He has short-term memory as well.
Malfoy looks around the cave slowly. I can see the realization dawn on his face. "You mean that wasn't a nightmare?"
"I wish it was," I say.
"Am I still dreaming?" he says.
I pinch him.
"Ow," he yelps, glaring at me. "Why did you do that for, Granger?"
I smirk. "Obviously, you aren't dreaming. You're awake, you're in a cave with me, -and- it's still raining. Now will you kindly remove your arm?"
"My arm?" He glances at his arm and immediately removes it from my waist.
"Thank you." I stand up and stretch. "I've been doing a little thinking...what do you think of waiting until it stops raining before trying to return to the school? It won't do us any good getting sick." Not to mention I don't want him gawking at my chest the second I get soaked.
"And what if the rain doesn't stop? What if it -floods-?" He stands up and begins to stretch his arms.
"Flood? Have you ever heard of it flooding at Hogwarts?"
"Well, no," he admits. "But it's just a thought."
"So what do you think?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe?" I look at him. "Let's see you come up with a better idea."
"Okay, fine. It's a good idea," he says grudgingly. "But if it doesn't stop by tonight, I'm going to find the castle myself--rain or no rain."
"Both of us. I don't want to be stuck here by myself."
Smirking, he says, "I thought Gryffindors were -brave-. And here you are, saying that you don't want to be stuck here by yourself... You certainly don't fit the Gryffindor stereotype."
"Shut up."
He continues to smirk at me. "So, Granger, what do we do about food?"
"Why don't you trip over an animal again?" I respond sarcastically. "You seem to be good at that."
Malfoy narrows his eyes. "At least -I- got food. You brought along berries--"
"And I got sick--"
"It's your own fault--"
"You -made- me go out--"
"No, I didn't--"
"You blocked the door!" I shout at him. "What else was I supposed to do? Stand around and get wet? I don't think so."
"Well, you aren't sick now," Malfoy says suddenly.
"I..." What am I supposed to say to that?
"So it doesn't matter if you got sick," he continues. He has an unreadable expression on his face.
I rub my temples as I sit back down. "Why are we arguing again?"
"Food."
"Are there any berries left?" I look around the cave.
"I ate them all," he mumbles. I stare at him. Pig! I bet he eats just as much as Harry and Ron, if not, more!
"Well, then." I pause to think. "You aren't eager to hunt and I'm not eager to go out again."
He nods.
"Do you think you can last a day without eating?"
"Yes," he immediately answers. "But what about water?"
"What about it? One day without water isn't going to kill us," I tell him.
"What about two?"
"Two? We can still survive." This is going to be tough.
"Let's hope you're right," Malfoy says.
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Thirty minutes later, my stomach begins to grumble.
Since we're sitting back to back, Malfoy turns his head to look at me. "Hungry? Already?"
I ignore my stomach. "No. Not at all."
"Sure, sure."
I begin to unbraid my hair, wondering when -his- stomach was going to start grumbling. I grin to myself. Maybe soon. He -must- be getting hungry. Mmm hmm. Any time now..
Gurgle goes my stomach. Damn.
I hear him chuckling. "Now are you hungry?"
"No," I declare. There, finished. I feel my hair. It's back to bushy. Lo and behold, I am now the Queen of Frizzy Hair.
"Frizz Queen," Malfoy says suddenly.
"What?" I look over my shoulder and see him smirking back at me.
"You have the frizziest hair I've ever seen."
I stare blankly at him. "Tell me something I don't know."
He grins. Mmm...he doesn't look bad when he's grinning either. What? Yes he does! He looks just as bad.
"Tell me, Granger.... I've always wondered why you study so much. Are you a perfectionist?"
Where did this come from? I continue to stare at him blankly.
"Or do you have no life outside of studying?"
I growl. "I have a life! It not wrong to want to have -good- grades, now is it? No! Just because I -like- studying doesn't mean I don't have a life. Is there something wrong with hearing praise? About good grades?" I glower at him.
"So, you're a perfectionist," he concludes.
"I never said that," I snap. But wait, I -am- a perfectionist. Oh, well, I'll never admit it to him now.
"Then what are you?"
"What do you mean by -that-?"
He tsks me. "And I thought you were smart."
"I -am- smart." I sound a bit egotistical... Look what he's done to me! Before I know it, I'm going to be smirking 24/7.
"Then answer me," he says.
I turn my head to look at the wall in front of me. I don't have to answer him if I don't want to. So take that, Malfoy! Mwahaha.
"You -are-." He pauses. "Unless you're living some sort of double life and have split personalities. Nerd by day, freak by night."
My mouth drops open. What nerve! "I am not!"
"I was right," he says.
"And what about -you-? Have you always been a sadistic git?"
"Sadistic? Me? What are you talking about?"
"You, you, arghh," I say incomprehensively.
"Come again?" I feel Malfoy tilting his head back against mine.
"Forget it."
Silence.
More silence.
Even more silence.
"Malfoy," I say.
"Hm?"
I don't say anything. Maybe it was a stupid question. "Nothing."
"Granger, keep on talking," Malfoy says.
"Why?"
"The day's going to past by faster if we're doing something."
"But it won't affect the weather," I point out.
"Well, the time will go faster," he insists. "Come on, keep talking."
"Okay--wait. Am I going to have a one sided conversation? I don't think so. Why don't -you- talk?"
"Fine. I'll participate every now and then," he says.
"So... What do we talk about?" Look at me, I'm making forced conversation with Malfoy. This -must- be a first.
"I don't know. Ask something."
"I just did," I say. "Okay, here. I came up with something. What's your favorite color?" This reminds me of preschool. I feel pretty stupid asking that question.
"You came up with -that-?" he says slowly. "Of all the things, 'what's your favorite color?'"
"You -said- to make conversation!" I exclaim. What else did he want me to do? Pull a rabbit out of my shoe? Sheesh!
"Fine, fine. Gray."
I make a face. Gray? "I thought you'd like black."
"I do," he says. "But gray is right in between black and white--another color I like."
"Oh."
Silence.
"Well?" he asks.
"Well, -what-?" Now what did he want?
"Aren't you going to respond?"
He actually wants me to answer? I feel weird. Really weird. "I like... I don't know what color." Do I even -have- a favorite color? I don't think I do.
"Indecisive, aren't we?"
"I just don't have a favorite, okay?" I say. "Not everyone has a favorite color. And there's nothing wrong with having no favorite, now is there? No, I think not. Besides, colors--"
"Granger, okay, sheesh," he interrupts. "I didn't ask for an elaboration. How about this...if you were any animal right now, what would you be?"
"A bird!" I immediately answer. "That way, I can fly away from -you- without worrying about the weather."
I feel him stiffen slightly. "Am I all that bad? I know plenty of girls who would -love- to be where you are right now."
"I'm not one of them," I respond. "So what would you be?"
"I would be a bat." I hear him cackle a bit.
I raise my eyebrow. "Why a bat?"
"Why not? I happen to like bats," he says.
"I see you go for the furry blood-sucking things," I remark. "Why does that not surprise me?"
"I don't know, Granger."
"You know what else I'm wondering about?" I ask.
"No," he says curtly.
"Why do we call each other by last name? Not that I want to go changing that, but I can't remember," I wonder outloud. "I mean, the first time you saw me, did you decide to just go Granger? Or do you just call everyone by their last names?"
"How's this for an answer: I call Crabbe and Goyle 'Crabbe and Goyle'," he says.
"Good point," I say, smiling a bit. "Have you ever called -anyone- by their first name?"
"No, and I don't intend to," he sneers.
"What would you do if someone had a brother?"
"Number one and number two," Malfoy answers.
I burst out laughing. He was willing to call people numbers just to avoid saying their first names? This was too much.
"May I ask what's so funny?" he asks indignantly. "I happen to think this a good, impersonal way of naming people."
"By giving them numbers and refusing to call them by their first name? Oh, Malfoy," I laugh. "Has anyone called -you- by your first name? Ever?"
"Of course."
"Your nanny doesn't count." I couldn't help it, I just -had- to add that. Ah, I wish I could see his face right now!
"I wasn't going to mention her," he grumbles. "I've been called by my first name numorous times."
"Oh, yea?" I challenge. "Who? Name me -one- person."
Silence.
Malfoy abruptly stands up and I fall backwards. He stares down at me coldly.
"I don't have to answer that."
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4.16.o3 - You might think it's a bad place to leave off...but I think it's a good place. If you understand why I left off there, then yay... It would be nice if you say that you understood the sudden stop off in a review, so I wouldn't feel as if you guys don't get it... Oh, yes, yes! News for all: I'm making a Draco x Hermione fanfiction archive. Check it out sometime, would you?
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Reviewers (wow, more than what number the chapter is!):
Marisa - Lol, understandable typo. xDDD
missmentalberg - :D Thanks! *grins* She even has a "Malfoy sheep"--doesn't that sound cute?
Aniiston - Wow, I'm surprised you read that in one go around that time... ^^; Thanks!
Krissy - Thanks again. ^^
menya - ^^; Eep, this wasn't quicker, was it? ^^()()() Eeeh. I take too long to update...
Elfmoon87 - *nods* I figure if Hermione were to start liking him, something big would have to happen in a short time, or it happens gradually...which would take quite a while. -.-;
aku-neko - *smiles* Thanks!
Mindy Macule - Thanks!
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