My eyes fluttered open and it was still dark. Great. I was stuck in some dark place.

"What took you so bloody long?"

My head jerked toward the direction of the voice. It was oddly familiar- more like, evilly familiar. "Malfoy!" I screamed, pulling my hands together- but I couldn't. My hands were tied up against some hard wall, and I was on my knees. Thankfully, I wasn't gagged or blindfolded or anything.

"You're a very smart, girl, but not smart enough."

"Pardon?"

"You see, Granger, no one ever turns me down-for anything."

"Actually, you know what? I don't see. It's so bloody dark in here even bats could get lost."

"Stop being a smart ass."

"At least I'm smart."

"Shut up."

"Fine."

I closed my eyes, which didn't really help because the lights were still off. I figured I was in some sort of dungeon, even though I distinctly remember being in a Slytherin bedroom first. Sighing, I opened my eyes.

It was still dark.

What was I expecting? That once I opened my eyes everything would be fine again? Okay. So maybe I did about that, but that was before I opened them.

"So, Granger, having fun?"

"Tons."

"Good. Everyone has fun when it comes to hanging out with a Malfoy."

"Oh? So this is what you consider 'hanging out'? Gee, you must have lots of friends back in Hades."

"Shut up."

"You know, you keep telling me that, yet after about a minute, you just restart the conversation again."

"Shut up."

"Have it your way."

My wrists were really starting to have a major itch. Was this actual metal chain or was this wool? I don't think even a sheep could tell the difference.

"Did you think that you'd end up here?"

"Told you so."

"Yeah. Whatever. Did you?"

"Did I what?"

"Did you expect that you'd end up here?"

"That I'd end up here, in a dark room, chained to a wall, alone, and with you?"

"Yeah."

"Never saw that one coming for miles."

"Good."

A few minutes passed slowly. I wished that I could see his deadly expression. But only darkness lay before me. And do you know how annoying that is? Knowing that someone is right in smack-dab front of you, but you cant see them because they are so damn stupid and refuse to turn on the lights? Yeah . . . well, it's annoying.

"Do you find your position seductive?"

"What kind of a question is that?"

"A normal one."

"No. It's a question that usually implies another question. And do you know what that other question is?"

"Enlighten me."

"'Hey, you wanna have sex?'"

"It does not!"

"Oh, it so does."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Surprise. You have no idea at all."

"Shut up."

There he goes again with the 'shut up.' Doesn't he ever learn? And I thought I was stupid . . . yet I kneel corrected. Why do my eyes hurt? What time is it? Where are my friends when I needed them most? Where is my life? And where the hell is Malfoy?

"You didn't answer my question."

"Well, you told me to shut up."

"Forget that. Just answer my question."

"Fine," I mumbled, his question flashing through my mind over and over. "From which point?"

"What?"

"From which perspective? A little girl? An adult? A horny teenager with outraging hormones?"

"One of each."

His answer rather surprised. "Well, if I was a little girl, I'd say: 'You are one sick, perverted man.' If I were an adult, I'd say: 'I am too old for you.' If I were a horny teenager with outraging hormones, I'd say: 'Bring it on.' But I'm neither."

"So what are you?"

"I am a young lady who despises the pervert who put her in this position in the first place. And I would tell you right now that is nowhere near seductive! Wanna know why? Because most girls prefer to have sex with someone that the *like* and not in a pitch black room, which for all they know could lead into a crevice of a bottomless pit."

"Interesting opinion."

"It's not opinion. It's fact."

"Whatever."

"That's the word that's gonna get you killed, you know that?"

"Pardon?"

"You keep telling people 'whatever' like that and they'll pull a bloody gun at you."

"So?"

"They all know how to aim."

"I'm not afraid of them."

"I didn't say that."

"Then what did you say?"

"I said that you're gonna get yourself killed. I just thought you'd maybe care about losing your one and only life."

"Well, I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Fine. You're not. Swim in the puddle of denial that surrounds you."

"I am not in denial."

"You are so in denial."

"I am not."

"Just drop it."

"I'd love to."

My arms were beginning to ache from being in this painful, stretchy position. And my head was starting to feel the concussion from when Mr. Lizard Breath over there tackled me to the hard ground.

"Tell me something. Why don't you like me?" he asked.

"It's not that I don't like you, Lizard Breath. I just loathe and despise you."

"I'm being serious."

"Yeah. Right."

"I mean it! Everyone that doesn't like me, well, I know why."

"Why?"

"Well-wait. Why am I telling you this?"

"Because you're stupid?"

And with that, our conversation ended-for the moment anyway. Oh, God, it was hot in here! My robe was off . . . how it came off, I don't know. Darkness engulfed every part of me. It was on either side of my body.

Suddenly, the lights went on.