The immediateness of the lights coming on made me close my eyes with such
speed. I blinked a few times before I could open them completely.
"Happy now?" asked Draco, carrying the exact same snicker that I had imagined in the dark. He was standing by this really big lamp thing-I assumed it was his own source of light. Stupid man. He was going all Muggle- like.
"Very."
He silently walked over to his window and closed it, making sure the lock was secure. He then walked over to his bed-which was right next to me-and jumped, landing on his stomach. "I can't believe that you haven't tried to escape using your smarty-pants magic," he remarked, laughing all the while.
"There is nothing funny about my being here," I answered quickly, looking away from him.
"You know what? You're absolutely right. It's hilarious!" He began to laugh uncontrollably, rolling over on his bed and clutching his stomach.
"Why did you take me here?"
"So I could just relay a small message."
"And that message is?"
"That no one says no to me. I get what I want, when I want it, and how I want it. I'm not that hard to please. Just give me a virgin and I'm set for the whole damn night."
"So why am I here?"
"Because you're the virgin."
"Don't even think about it."
"I've already thought about it. And I like my fantasies." He had this superlatively fake and evil grin on his pale face.
Oh, he was in a major world of hurt.
"I'm sure." I looked away and I yet I knew he was staring at me. I could feel his beautiful-pardon me for my use of language, it was just for lack of a better term. Love, Herm-pale eyes boring into my arms and the back of my head.
"Have you ever had fantasies?" he asked.
"Of Orlando Bloom and Tom Cruise, yes. Of you, no."
"You know what I mean."
"Okay. I have never had a fantasy of you."
"Can you honestly say that, Miss Goody-two-shoes?"
Shitake mushrooms. He caught me. I couldn't just lie-even though I'd done it a couple of times, but when I did, I wasn't chained to a wall.
"Can you?" he asked again.
"You are pure evil."
"Ha! I knew it! You have had fantasies about me! I knew it."
"Oh, get over yourself. Everyone gets fantasies about everyone."
"Do tell."
"I'm not telling you anything."
"So it's about you then?"
"No. It's about Lavender."
"Do tell."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I am a loyal friend."
"That's what dogs are for, Granger."
"I don't like you all that much right now."
"Why? Because this is what-round three and you aren't winning?" he mocked.
"Drop dread."
"I'm right and you know it, Granger."
"Why won't you die?"
"I am winning."
"Well this is a physical foul."
"How?"
"I'm not supposed to be chained to a wall."
"There isn't a rule book."
Damn. He was winning. How could he do this to me? I was hoping that I wasn't the first girl that he'd done this to. If I wasn't, well, that would make me feel so much better. But, most likely, I was the first. And it sucked.
"I refuse to have this conversation with you, Lizard Breath."
"But it's fun!"
"Go to hell."
"I'll meet you there."
"You are the Spawn of Satan."
"I'm honored."
Someone knocked at the door. Malfoy and I looked at each other. It was a teacher; it had to be a teacher. They were the only ones besides us who knew the password.
"Think of a spell to make you go all invisible!" whispered Malfoy frantically.
"Gimme my wand!" I whispered.
He handed it to me. "Hurry!"
"Malic Morvon!" My hands were untied. "Getave Imper!" I was back in my safe warm bedroom. I ran to my door and locked it with a magic spell, and I slowly sank to the ground.
"Happy now?" asked Draco, carrying the exact same snicker that I had imagined in the dark. He was standing by this really big lamp thing-I assumed it was his own source of light. Stupid man. He was going all Muggle- like.
"Very."
He silently walked over to his window and closed it, making sure the lock was secure. He then walked over to his bed-which was right next to me-and jumped, landing on his stomach. "I can't believe that you haven't tried to escape using your smarty-pants magic," he remarked, laughing all the while.
"There is nothing funny about my being here," I answered quickly, looking away from him.
"You know what? You're absolutely right. It's hilarious!" He began to laugh uncontrollably, rolling over on his bed and clutching his stomach.
"Why did you take me here?"
"So I could just relay a small message."
"And that message is?"
"That no one says no to me. I get what I want, when I want it, and how I want it. I'm not that hard to please. Just give me a virgin and I'm set for the whole damn night."
"So why am I here?"
"Because you're the virgin."
"Don't even think about it."
"I've already thought about it. And I like my fantasies." He had this superlatively fake and evil grin on his pale face.
Oh, he was in a major world of hurt.
"I'm sure." I looked away and I yet I knew he was staring at me. I could feel his beautiful-pardon me for my use of language, it was just for lack of a better term. Love, Herm-pale eyes boring into my arms and the back of my head.
"Have you ever had fantasies?" he asked.
"Of Orlando Bloom and Tom Cruise, yes. Of you, no."
"You know what I mean."
"Okay. I have never had a fantasy of you."
"Can you honestly say that, Miss Goody-two-shoes?"
Shitake mushrooms. He caught me. I couldn't just lie-even though I'd done it a couple of times, but when I did, I wasn't chained to a wall.
"Can you?" he asked again.
"You are pure evil."
"Ha! I knew it! You have had fantasies about me! I knew it."
"Oh, get over yourself. Everyone gets fantasies about everyone."
"Do tell."
"I'm not telling you anything."
"So it's about you then?"
"No. It's about Lavender."
"Do tell."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I am a loyal friend."
"That's what dogs are for, Granger."
"I don't like you all that much right now."
"Why? Because this is what-round three and you aren't winning?" he mocked.
"Drop dread."
"I'm right and you know it, Granger."
"Why won't you die?"
"I am winning."
"Well this is a physical foul."
"How?"
"I'm not supposed to be chained to a wall."
"There isn't a rule book."
Damn. He was winning. How could he do this to me? I was hoping that I wasn't the first girl that he'd done this to. If I wasn't, well, that would make me feel so much better. But, most likely, I was the first. And it sucked.
"I refuse to have this conversation with you, Lizard Breath."
"But it's fun!"
"Go to hell."
"I'll meet you there."
"You are the Spawn of Satan."
"I'm honored."
Someone knocked at the door. Malfoy and I looked at each other. It was a teacher; it had to be a teacher. They were the only ones besides us who knew the password.
"Think of a spell to make you go all invisible!" whispered Malfoy frantically.
"Gimme my wand!" I whispered.
He handed it to me. "Hurry!"
"Malic Morvon!" My hands were untied. "Getave Imper!" I was back in my safe warm bedroom. I ran to my door and locked it with a magic spell, and I slowly sank to the ground.
