"How long has it been here anyway?" Midnight seemed paralyzed as she stared
into the mirror. Her thoughts raced through her mind as she could not move.
What kind of mirror was this? Why was it here, at Hogwarts and in the
dungeon? Why here of all places? She sucked her breath in as she continued
to watch the mirror, her eyes wide with shock and apprehension.
Why was she seeing this?? Midi wanted to run, scream, cry and yell, but she couldn't. What was this horrible image? It was herself. but it couldn't be. could it? Could this be her? Midnight-Primrose Riddle? No! No, her mind screamed, but then again, what was this image?
Seemingly frozen in shock, she watched with wide eyes as the image. the fair-haired head of what seemed to be her turned, turn to look back at her. With the exact same violet eyes. However, suddenly Midi's skin began to prickle ever so slightly on the back of her neck. Breaking away, with sheer will from the mirror, she looked around herself, around the silent and empty classroom.
The moonlight was coming in from the window and throwing the room into an eerily sharp relief. Sighing heavily she crossed her arms loosely and rolled her eyes again.
"Aw, come off it Malfoy." She said clearly, her voice resonating through the classroom. "I know you've been following me. I'm not that dull you know. Now, I try to ignore you, hoping that you'll get lost, but no." she drawled as she continued to stare at one particular pillar. "Now, why in bloody hell are you following me, and at this hour." She snapped in her famous tone as she began to walk towards the pillar. "First, you invite me to stay with you for the holidays, and now, you're following me. What exactly is going on here, Draco."
Draco gave off a low chuckle and slowly moved his body away from the narrow column.
"Call it curiosity. I wanted to know where you slipped off to," he said, stepping further into the room. "And you're one to talk about roaming the dungeon after hours, 'Little Miss Riddle'."
Malfoy gave her a crooked smile, and walked closer to where she was standing. He glanced past her shoulder at the elaborate floor-length mirror with ornate and antique carvings around the whole perimeter of the piece.
"So then-- this mirror. Is there some kind of attraction or am I missing something?" he snorted, pale eyebrows raised. Draco moved in front of it, his eyes peering into the full-length reflection and suddenly his face contorted with a startled expression.
Midnight just shot him a sharp glare as she backed away from the mirror, arms crossed defiantly as he in turn, walked closer to the mirror.
Draco stared into the mirror, first only seeing his own reflection. Then, slowly, his lips began forming a malevolent smile. Oh bloody wizardlord, if he was looking into the future... He stood there for several frozen moments, almost hypnotized toward the image before him. Suddenly Malfoy that realized he was laughing. and the sound echoed off the cold dungeon walls.
Midnight almost felt the impulse to stuff her robes into his mouth. She was almost certain that if he kept it up, they would surely get caught.
He finally forced his eyes away from the glass and turned toward Midnight. "This is amazing... I think you've found the Mirror of Erised... it's quite legendary -- I've never seen it before," he said cooly, trying to conceal the excitement growing inside him. His father would do just about anything to add something like this to his growing collection of magical objects. "Did you know this mirror was here... or did you just walk in and find it?" he asked curiously. He wondered what she *saw*... she seem so stunned... mesmerized.
He folded his arms and gave Midnight a broad grin. He knew something that she didn't. He wondered how she'd react if she knew what the mirror had shown him... how he'd react in turn after he told her.
"No, for your information, I never saw it before..." Midnight gave a mock look of genuine blankness as she gave Malfoy a quizzical look. "Now, will you tell me what you saw?" she asked, arching an eyebrow at Draco, arms crossed in confusion.
"Hmm. what I saw eh? Well...it was quite exciting actually. I replaced Dumbledore as Headmaster of Hogwarts-- had complete power over the entire school - and everyone in it..." he lied, with a smooth tone.
He knew his lie was foolproof, and it even fooled him in ways.
But he'd never tell. Not in a million years.
In the middle of the night, tossing under his warm coverlet, Draco woke up sweating from a strange dream. The Slytherin lay there, staring at the dark green canopy above him, pondering the images in the dream.
He'd been walking through his mother's garden at home... staring at hundreds of black roses...and then suddenly he was enveloped in a cold purple mist.... it sent him shivering, eyes darting around, half-expecting something to jump out of the thick hedges....
Midnight suddenly apparated on the path.... she was dressed in a long thin white dress which dragged on the ground behind her in beautiful plumes --- it looked wet, as if she'd stepped out of a rainshower, its fabric clinging to every luscious curve of her body and defining other details. Her long platinum blonde hair slick and smooth, reflecting the purple hues of the swirling mist.... her violet eyes bearing a mixture of pure sexual tension.
Draco stared at her, feeling his heart throb... his body react as he stepped closer with a dream-like movement. He lifted her chin with his forefinger and leaned in, intending to kiss her.... but his lips barely brushed Midnight's when he heard someone clear their throat. He looked over his shoulder and saw his father standing there, clad in his deatheater robes, his arms folded. Lucius threw him an evil smile. "I am in control, my son..." his father said, in a loud voice echoing around him. Then he saw the mirror again... the damn thing just popped in his mind and he pushed it away.
That was when he woke, moaning softy. He could see the moon, shining brightly through the upper window through the crack in the curtains, throwing the room into a sharp relief-- thankfully; it was still night... and hours before he had to get up. Draco turned over and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to push the dream away... and fell back asleep.
Why was she seeing this?? Midi wanted to run, scream, cry and yell, but she couldn't. What was this horrible image? It was herself. but it couldn't be. could it? Could this be her? Midnight-Primrose Riddle? No! No, her mind screamed, but then again, what was this image?
Seemingly frozen in shock, she watched with wide eyes as the image. the fair-haired head of what seemed to be her turned, turn to look back at her. With the exact same violet eyes. However, suddenly Midi's skin began to prickle ever so slightly on the back of her neck. Breaking away, with sheer will from the mirror, she looked around herself, around the silent and empty classroom.
The moonlight was coming in from the window and throwing the room into an eerily sharp relief. Sighing heavily she crossed her arms loosely and rolled her eyes again.
"Aw, come off it Malfoy." She said clearly, her voice resonating through the classroom. "I know you've been following me. I'm not that dull you know. Now, I try to ignore you, hoping that you'll get lost, but no." she drawled as she continued to stare at one particular pillar. "Now, why in bloody hell are you following me, and at this hour." She snapped in her famous tone as she began to walk towards the pillar. "First, you invite me to stay with you for the holidays, and now, you're following me. What exactly is going on here, Draco."
Draco gave off a low chuckle and slowly moved his body away from the narrow column.
"Call it curiosity. I wanted to know where you slipped off to," he said, stepping further into the room. "And you're one to talk about roaming the dungeon after hours, 'Little Miss Riddle'."
Malfoy gave her a crooked smile, and walked closer to where she was standing. He glanced past her shoulder at the elaborate floor-length mirror with ornate and antique carvings around the whole perimeter of the piece.
"So then-- this mirror. Is there some kind of attraction or am I missing something?" he snorted, pale eyebrows raised. Draco moved in front of it, his eyes peering into the full-length reflection and suddenly his face contorted with a startled expression.
Midnight just shot him a sharp glare as she backed away from the mirror, arms crossed defiantly as he in turn, walked closer to the mirror.
Draco stared into the mirror, first only seeing his own reflection. Then, slowly, his lips began forming a malevolent smile. Oh bloody wizardlord, if he was looking into the future... He stood there for several frozen moments, almost hypnotized toward the image before him. Suddenly Malfoy that realized he was laughing. and the sound echoed off the cold dungeon walls.
Midnight almost felt the impulse to stuff her robes into his mouth. She was almost certain that if he kept it up, they would surely get caught.
He finally forced his eyes away from the glass and turned toward Midnight. "This is amazing... I think you've found the Mirror of Erised... it's quite legendary -- I've never seen it before," he said cooly, trying to conceal the excitement growing inside him. His father would do just about anything to add something like this to his growing collection of magical objects. "Did you know this mirror was here... or did you just walk in and find it?" he asked curiously. He wondered what she *saw*... she seem so stunned... mesmerized.
He folded his arms and gave Midnight a broad grin. He knew something that she didn't. He wondered how she'd react if she knew what the mirror had shown him... how he'd react in turn after he told her.
"No, for your information, I never saw it before..." Midnight gave a mock look of genuine blankness as she gave Malfoy a quizzical look. "Now, will you tell me what you saw?" she asked, arching an eyebrow at Draco, arms crossed in confusion.
"Hmm. what I saw eh? Well...it was quite exciting actually. I replaced Dumbledore as Headmaster of Hogwarts-- had complete power over the entire school - and everyone in it..." he lied, with a smooth tone.
He knew his lie was foolproof, and it even fooled him in ways.
But he'd never tell. Not in a million years.
In the middle of the night, tossing under his warm coverlet, Draco woke up sweating from a strange dream. The Slytherin lay there, staring at the dark green canopy above him, pondering the images in the dream.
He'd been walking through his mother's garden at home... staring at hundreds of black roses...and then suddenly he was enveloped in a cold purple mist.... it sent him shivering, eyes darting around, half-expecting something to jump out of the thick hedges....
Midnight suddenly apparated on the path.... she was dressed in a long thin white dress which dragged on the ground behind her in beautiful plumes --- it looked wet, as if she'd stepped out of a rainshower, its fabric clinging to every luscious curve of her body and defining other details. Her long platinum blonde hair slick and smooth, reflecting the purple hues of the swirling mist.... her violet eyes bearing a mixture of pure sexual tension.
Draco stared at her, feeling his heart throb... his body react as he stepped closer with a dream-like movement. He lifted her chin with his forefinger and leaned in, intending to kiss her.... but his lips barely brushed Midnight's when he heard someone clear their throat. He looked over his shoulder and saw his father standing there, clad in his deatheater robes, his arms folded. Lucius threw him an evil smile. "I am in control, my son..." his father said, in a loud voice echoing around him. Then he saw the mirror again... the damn thing just popped in his mind and he pushed it away.
That was when he woke, moaning softy. He could see the moon, shining brightly through the upper window through the crack in the curtains, throwing the room into a sharp relief-- thankfully; it was still night... and hours before he had to get up. Draco turned over and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to push the dream away... and fell back asleep.