Title: Rusty Cage
Author: Kaz (duch_of_darkness@hotmail.com or duch_of_darkness@yahoo.com)
Subject: Harry Potter
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13-R for theme, language, and mature activities
Disclaimer: [see previous chapters]
Summary: Perhaps a certain person accidently drank a potion that turned them into the opposite gender... What happens when the person they hate most reveals to them that they actually like them, but doesn't know that they're speaking to that person? What happens if that certain person who's of the opposite gender returns these affections and so on? And who exactly am I talking about, exactly? Read, review, and find out...
Sequence: Part 3/??
Dialouge: "talking" /thinking\(if ever needed) [author's words] ~*~different scene/time/etc~*~
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Part Three
I watched as he turned the cloak over in his hands, looking at it in different angles. When he seemed satisfied in his search, he tossed it back to me, my hands quickly grabbing it and my fingers clutching firmly at the cloth.
"Um... Malfoy? Just a question?" I asked him. He shrugged. "Okay... Um... why does everything for you revolve around Potter? Well, Potter, yourself, and your family? But mostly, Potter?"
He shook his head. "It just does... There's no certain way I can explain it. It just does; my family leads to the Dark Lord, which leads to Potter. It's a never-ending cycle."
"Oh..." Okay, so he didn't really answer my question, but... I got a lot of other things out of him. I guess that was a good thing... I think... I hope... Oh well. "You know, you never told me how Potter always seemed to bug you."
He shrugged yet again. "Just did. He hates me, so I return the action. It's only fair. He wouldn't understand that some of the things I do or say aren't meant, or are just cover-ups, or done only because it was like I was forced to. He has no parents, and getting away from the muggles is probably the only thing he likes. I don't know, and I hell don't understand Potter; I don't plan to anytime soon. He's out there anyway; something bad happen to one of them. I hope one of them died. I'm not a fan of people like them, even if I act like that myself."
"Um... yeah..." I was unsure of what to say and it showed.
Maylfoy chuckled and turned back to lean over the railing. "Does this all clear things up a bit for you?"
"Almost... But.. um... Why are you so nice all of a sudden? Is this the real you when people aren't jumping down your ass?"
He laughed. "I suppose. I'm rarely like this so it's almost as if I'm always wearing this mask of hatred, snob, and all that makes me so evil and hated by many of those around me. You know, instead of being like this. But tell anyone and I swear, I'll hurt you badly," he added, looking over his shoulder, a hint of a smirk on his lips.
I smiled nervously. "Um, Okay. I don't think I'll publicize this if it's really for my own good."
Again, he laughed, turning around and smiling. I blinked, staring at him; it was the first time I've ever seen him smile instead of smirk or grin evilly; and definitely not so kindly to or at me. I could do nothing but smile back, glad at this warm change of things, and especially for the evening since it was getting extrememly cold.
"Shouldn't we go now?" I asked after a long moment of silence.
He nodded. "We should, but we can't without getting caught."
"That's what you think." I got up and brushed myself off, holding up the cloak. "This isn't made for nothing, you know. C'mon." Surprised at myself, I put the cloak around him and myself. I noted mentally not to ever do this again.
"What kind of cloak is this?" he said while we walked down the stairs.
"Invisibility Cloak, Malfoy. The name should tell it all." I looked at him sideways, a smirk on my lips.
"Right... Too bad it won't take away the sounds too."
"Exactly, that's why we should shut up right away."
We quietly, almost (almost) silently, walked down the corridors, up halls, and whichever way it took to get back to the Slytherin common room. I never knew which way to go, so I let Malfoy lead the way. At first when we started going his way, he asked why him first and I lightly hit him and told him that the cloak was mine, not his and it'd be stupid to let him run around at night with no cover.
I dropped him off not much later and quickly made my way to the Gryffindor common room. When I made it back, I found a note on my pile of books on the table in front of the couch that was occupied by the blanket Kaz lent me. I opened the paper to read the note. It told me a few things Kaz did and what she wanted me to do. It also contained hints on the homework. I smiled, grateful for her help and lifted the blanket to find a bundle of small night-time clothes thankfully, it was a pair of pants and a shirt instead of the regular girl night clothes. I changed quickly and stuffed my clothes in my bag for tomorrow's use.
~*~*~
The next day was normal as usual, nothing new except that Malfoy was being nice to me. Ewww.... Malfoy was being nice to me... Ick... Sick thoughts... We scheduled another day to talk things out and when he first said this, I felt like a bloody shrink. Was that a good thing?
We're to meet at the end of the week on the Hogsmeade visit. I... er... kinda... er... said I'd go with him... I told this to Kaz and she whacked me upside the head. She told me that this unfortunate desguise was not to be used to get at a rival with, but I told her I wasn't doing that and she still whomped me in the head. She grinned evilly after all her yellings, though. She told me to tell her everything that we talked about, did, and etc when I came back. She cheered and said that it was wonderful I was going out of a date. When she said this, I freaked. A date?! No way! Nothing's involved here and she's calling it a date! Why the bloody hell would she've thought it was a date?! AAAAAAAHHHH!!! I blanched and nearly collapsed if she hadn't hugged my to death (it was more of a strangle hold then a hug).
When I met with Malfoy, he was just outside Three Broomsticks. He had two cups of the butterbeer on the go. I took my own cup from him, not bothering to thank him, and we made our way to Honeydukes just to look around and critisize things and laugh. Amazingly, we had several things in common and laughed at almost the same things. We bought a few things from the place and planned on tricking a few people with the them. For the first time in my life, I wanted to tease someone, trick someone, laugh and think they feel humiliated or embarrassed or something. I actually liked and wanted to torture someone, and for once, it wasn't a mean teacher (hint hint: Snape) or Malfoy, or anyoneelse I hated. Weird... Was it because Malfoy was wiht me and brought out the evil side? Or was it just that I enjoyed some of the things he did but never really noticed it? Either way, what was the cause of this? Do I know? Heck not, but I don't care. I actually enjoyed being with Malfoy that day at Hogsmeade.
When we stopped again at Three Broomsticks, we ran into Hermione and Ron. Luckily, they tried their best to ignore us, and Malfoy didn't even seem to know they were there. After we passed them, I noticed they stared after us, keeping and eye out on Malfoy's movements. When we took a booth not far away from them, I sat on the side facing them while Malfoy just took the seat that had his back to them, which I considered, was a good thing.
When the butterbeer came to us, all I could do was wrap my hands around my mug, sipping quietly every once-in-a-while. I kept my eye on Hermione and Ron in case they tried something. I mean, c'mon, I'm having fun, and I don't want trouble now. ...Whoa. Did I just say I was having fun? Wow... Never thought I'd say that when Malfoy was involved. I contemplated on what would happen if Hermione, Ron, and Malfoy sudden broke out into a huge fight, and the picture in my head wasn't pretty. I shook my head, trying to get the thought out of my mind and glanced at the two before turning back to Malfoy who was silently reading the newspaper and sipping at his butterbeer.
I blinked, one of my eyes squinting. "Umm... Malfoy? You read the newspaper?"
He looked up, calm and unphased. "So? Is something wrong with reading it? It doesn't have germs or something much worse then that, now does it, Patrossi?"
I rolled my eye. I should've expected an answer like that from him. Sighing, I flapped my hand, waving away the comment. "Whatever, Malfoy... Nevermind..." I turned away, resting my chin in palm of my hand.
"Well if you have something to say, Patrossi, say it. Otherwise, shut up."
I turned back to him, a brow arched. "Well, ex-cuse me! Isn't SOMEone cranky at the moment. What happened, the effects of waking up on the wrong side of the bed finally kicking in?"
Malfoy narrowed his eyes, his stare cold (I matched it with my own stare), until his expression softened and he laughed. I blinked, suddenly confused, may face showing confusion.
"Patrossi, I've never heard such retorts since Potter was here. Even HE could do better!" he said finally, his fingers rapping on the mug as he looked at me, an amused expression on his face.
He sipped his butterbeer while I shook me head, rolled me eyes, then sighed. "Is that supposed to be a compliment for Potter, then?" I said, noticing Ron and Hermione both stared this way, listening intently on our conversation probably.
He shrugged, flipping a page of the newspaper. "I suppose. But don't let Weasley or that mudblood hear it or it'll just be another thing for them to crow at to Potter when he gets back."
"Why do you hate them? Is it just because they hang out with him?"
He shrugged yet again. "Partially. Also, Granger is a mudblood. My father dislikes mudbloods terribly."
"And that's another thing you get from him?"
He shrugged. I rolled my eyes. "I don't get you. You're a Slytherin, I'm a Gryffindor, and yet you're nice to me. You don't treat me like everyone else, and you definitely aren't trying to ruin my time here. Why?"
He shrugged. (Damnit! Why does he keep shrugging?!) "I guess it's because you remind me of someone."
"Who?" I pressed on, leaning forward.
He shook his head. (Ooh, an improvement, no shrug...) "Not say 'who' exactly, but... a friend. That's all."
I leaned back, disappointed. "A friend?" But then a teasing thought came to me. "Oh, so you had 'friends' once? You didn't buy their trust or anything?"
He shook his head, laughing quietly. "No. But I do admit, that's the first someone's ever said to me at the mention of friends."
"What about Crabb and Goyle? Are they friends?"
He rapped his fingers on the mostly drained mug. "Sorry, but they aren't exactly friends. Some around the school call them my lackeys, my goons, or something like that, but they are the closest to any 'friend' I've ever had."
"Deep... Never kenw you had this side to you, Malfoy."
He crackled at that comment. "Well, don't get any ideas on spreading it throughout school, Patrossi. You know I'll hurt you, if not kill you, if you do."
I smirked. "Oh, you've told me already. You've probably had enough experience in tryign to kill someone before, Potter included?"
"Potter included. Yeah, I've tried, but failed every time. The time I had a chance to, I didn't because in that year, I was convinced Potter would die from going after the basilik that year. Too bad he didn't."
"Why do you hate him?" (Where did all these questions come from? They jstu pop out of my head!)
He shrugged. "He gets on my nerves. And hey, didn't you ask this question already? He hates me, I hate him. Simple as that..."
I sighed. I hoped to get another answer from him, a different one, but it was just the same. I looked off to the side just to catch Hermione and Ron turn away and fake looking busy. I wondered, were WE--all three of us--like that when finding something intersting around us? Evesdrop and then hide after getting the info that we need? I remember hiding under the table and behind a tree in the third year when Sirius Black, my godfather, was claimed evil and on the loose and after me. Or was this development when I wasn't there as Harry Potter, doing it with them or having Hermione trouble over me? Either way, it was a wonder, blocking myself form the world as I sank deeper into the thought.
When I heard snapping fingers, I quickly came out of my thoughts to see Malfoy looking annoyed, yet amused, his fingers in my face, in the position to snap together. "Patrossi! C'mon! We're going now. You coming or shall I drag you?"
Numbly, I got up, staring at him as he was already up, leaning over the table at me. "N- No. I'm fine. We can go if you want." He straightened up and led the way out, ignoring the glares and stares he got from a few students at Hogwarts and especially Ron and Hermione as we passed them.
Once we were outside, he turned to me as we walked. "Now again, no word at all on how nice I'm being to you, got it?"
I smirked, amused by his persistance on keeping his reputation up. I put a flat hand up to the side of my forehead and stood really straight for him, my other arm right at my side. "Yes sir, Cap'n sir!" I said in a false soldier voice, looking straight at him.
My posture relaxed when he howled with laughter, shaking his head and continuing to walk. "Patrossi, you defenitely are on crack."
I smirked, catching up with him. "Well, if it's crack, then it's happy crack!"
Again, he laughed out loud, gathering a bit of attention. I laughed, much quieter, behind my hand as we kept walking. We kept each other company and even had a good time talking in front of the Shrieking Shack, the place where Remus Lupin, the werewolf as I mentioned before, went to in his times at school every full moon, a potion to ease most of his pain as he transformed every time.
Malfoy leaned on the gate just outside it, not daring to go inside. "Ever been inside?"
"Yup."
He turned to me, an eyebrow raised. "Really, now. Is it as scary as they claim it to be?"
I shook my head. "Not really. It's just a house that's old and torn down on the inside, furniture busted up like hell and stuff. Nothing out of the ordinary."
"But they say it's haunted by the spirits that live there."
"Oh, that's just a rumor. A tale. It's not really true," I said casually, flapping my hand.
"Really? How do you know?" His eyes narrowed as he homed in on me, taking a rather large step toward me.
I took a small step back, uncomfortable with this. "Because I was told by the person who started that old wives' tale."
He took another step toward me, this time a smaller one (thank you!), but a step closer nonetheless. I stepped back, uneasy, the uncomfortable situation tnesing the air around me. Uh oh...
"Malfoy, if you take one more step near me, I'll scream, I swear..." I told him, afraid he just might step forward again.
Oh shit, ohshit, oshit, OSHIT!! DOn't step forward, dont' step forward, DON'T STEP FORWARD! He stepped forward, oblivious to my warning. I inhaled, opening my mouth, just about to scream when-- !!!
Author: Kaz (duch_of_darkness@hotmail.com or duch_of_darkness@yahoo.com)
Subject: Harry Potter
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13-R for theme, language, and mature activities
Disclaimer: [see previous chapters]
Summary: Perhaps a certain person accidently drank a potion that turned them into the opposite gender... What happens when the person they hate most reveals to them that they actually like them, but doesn't know that they're speaking to that person? What happens if that certain person who's of the opposite gender returns these affections and so on? And who exactly am I talking about, exactly? Read, review, and find out...
Sequence: Part 3/??
Dialouge: "talking" /thinking\(if ever needed) [author's words] ~*~different scene/time/etc~*~
~*~*~*~*~
Part Three
I watched as he turned the cloak over in his hands, looking at it in different angles. When he seemed satisfied in his search, he tossed it back to me, my hands quickly grabbing it and my fingers clutching firmly at the cloth.
"Um... Malfoy? Just a question?" I asked him. He shrugged. "Okay... Um... why does everything for you revolve around Potter? Well, Potter, yourself, and your family? But mostly, Potter?"
He shook his head. "It just does... There's no certain way I can explain it. It just does; my family leads to the Dark Lord, which leads to Potter. It's a never-ending cycle."
"Oh..." Okay, so he didn't really answer my question, but... I got a lot of other things out of him. I guess that was a good thing... I think... I hope... Oh well. "You know, you never told me how Potter always seemed to bug you."
He shrugged yet again. "Just did. He hates me, so I return the action. It's only fair. He wouldn't understand that some of the things I do or say aren't meant, or are just cover-ups, or done only because it was like I was forced to. He has no parents, and getting away from the muggles is probably the only thing he likes. I don't know, and I hell don't understand Potter; I don't plan to anytime soon. He's out there anyway; something bad happen to one of them. I hope one of them died. I'm not a fan of people like them, even if I act like that myself."
"Um... yeah..." I was unsure of what to say and it showed.
Maylfoy chuckled and turned back to lean over the railing. "Does this all clear things up a bit for you?"
"Almost... But.. um... Why are you so nice all of a sudden? Is this the real you when people aren't jumping down your ass?"
He laughed. "I suppose. I'm rarely like this so it's almost as if I'm always wearing this mask of hatred, snob, and all that makes me so evil and hated by many of those around me. You know, instead of being like this. But tell anyone and I swear, I'll hurt you badly," he added, looking over his shoulder, a hint of a smirk on his lips.
I smiled nervously. "Um, Okay. I don't think I'll publicize this if it's really for my own good."
Again, he laughed, turning around and smiling. I blinked, staring at him; it was the first time I've ever seen him smile instead of smirk or grin evilly; and definitely not so kindly to or at me. I could do nothing but smile back, glad at this warm change of things, and especially for the evening since it was getting extrememly cold.
"Shouldn't we go now?" I asked after a long moment of silence.
He nodded. "We should, but we can't without getting caught."
"That's what you think." I got up and brushed myself off, holding up the cloak. "This isn't made for nothing, you know. C'mon." Surprised at myself, I put the cloak around him and myself. I noted mentally not to ever do this again.
"What kind of cloak is this?" he said while we walked down the stairs.
"Invisibility Cloak, Malfoy. The name should tell it all." I looked at him sideways, a smirk on my lips.
"Right... Too bad it won't take away the sounds too."
"Exactly, that's why we should shut up right away."
We quietly, almost (almost) silently, walked down the corridors, up halls, and whichever way it took to get back to the Slytherin common room. I never knew which way to go, so I let Malfoy lead the way. At first when we started going his way, he asked why him first and I lightly hit him and told him that the cloak was mine, not his and it'd be stupid to let him run around at night with no cover.
I dropped him off not much later and quickly made my way to the Gryffindor common room. When I made it back, I found a note on my pile of books on the table in front of the couch that was occupied by the blanket Kaz lent me. I opened the paper to read the note. It told me a few things Kaz did and what she wanted me to do. It also contained hints on the homework. I smiled, grateful for her help and lifted the blanket to find a bundle of small night-time clothes thankfully, it was a pair of pants and a shirt instead of the regular girl night clothes. I changed quickly and stuffed my clothes in my bag for tomorrow's use.
~*~*~
The next day was normal as usual, nothing new except that Malfoy was being nice to me. Ewww.... Malfoy was being nice to me... Ick... Sick thoughts... We scheduled another day to talk things out and when he first said this, I felt like a bloody shrink. Was that a good thing?
We're to meet at the end of the week on the Hogsmeade visit. I... er... kinda... er... said I'd go with him... I told this to Kaz and she whacked me upside the head. She told me that this unfortunate desguise was not to be used to get at a rival with, but I told her I wasn't doing that and she still whomped me in the head. She grinned evilly after all her yellings, though. She told me to tell her everything that we talked about, did, and etc when I came back. She cheered and said that it was wonderful I was going out of a date. When she said this, I freaked. A date?! No way! Nothing's involved here and she's calling it a date! Why the bloody hell would she've thought it was a date?! AAAAAAAHHHH!!! I blanched and nearly collapsed if she hadn't hugged my to death (it was more of a strangle hold then a hug).
When I met with Malfoy, he was just outside Three Broomsticks. He had two cups of the butterbeer on the go. I took my own cup from him, not bothering to thank him, and we made our way to Honeydukes just to look around and critisize things and laugh. Amazingly, we had several things in common and laughed at almost the same things. We bought a few things from the place and planned on tricking a few people with the them. For the first time in my life, I wanted to tease someone, trick someone, laugh and think they feel humiliated or embarrassed or something. I actually liked and wanted to torture someone, and for once, it wasn't a mean teacher (hint hint: Snape) or Malfoy, or anyoneelse I hated. Weird... Was it because Malfoy was wiht me and brought out the evil side? Or was it just that I enjoyed some of the things he did but never really noticed it? Either way, what was the cause of this? Do I know? Heck not, but I don't care. I actually enjoyed being with Malfoy that day at Hogsmeade.
When we stopped again at Three Broomsticks, we ran into Hermione and Ron. Luckily, they tried their best to ignore us, and Malfoy didn't even seem to know they were there. After we passed them, I noticed they stared after us, keeping and eye out on Malfoy's movements. When we took a booth not far away from them, I sat on the side facing them while Malfoy just took the seat that had his back to them, which I considered, was a good thing.
When the butterbeer came to us, all I could do was wrap my hands around my mug, sipping quietly every once-in-a-while. I kept my eye on Hermione and Ron in case they tried something. I mean, c'mon, I'm having fun, and I don't want trouble now. ...Whoa. Did I just say I was having fun? Wow... Never thought I'd say that when Malfoy was involved. I contemplated on what would happen if Hermione, Ron, and Malfoy sudden broke out into a huge fight, and the picture in my head wasn't pretty. I shook my head, trying to get the thought out of my mind and glanced at the two before turning back to Malfoy who was silently reading the newspaper and sipping at his butterbeer.
I blinked, one of my eyes squinting. "Umm... Malfoy? You read the newspaper?"
He looked up, calm and unphased. "So? Is something wrong with reading it? It doesn't have germs or something much worse then that, now does it, Patrossi?"
I rolled my eye. I should've expected an answer like that from him. Sighing, I flapped my hand, waving away the comment. "Whatever, Malfoy... Nevermind..." I turned away, resting my chin in palm of my hand.
"Well if you have something to say, Patrossi, say it. Otherwise, shut up."
I turned back to him, a brow arched. "Well, ex-cuse me! Isn't SOMEone cranky at the moment. What happened, the effects of waking up on the wrong side of the bed finally kicking in?"
Malfoy narrowed his eyes, his stare cold (I matched it with my own stare), until his expression softened and he laughed. I blinked, suddenly confused, may face showing confusion.
"Patrossi, I've never heard such retorts since Potter was here. Even HE could do better!" he said finally, his fingers rapping on the mug as he looked at me, an amused expression on his face.
He sipped his butterbeer while I shook me head, rolled me eyes, then sighed. "Is that supposed to be a compliment for Potter, then?" I said, noticing Ron and Hermione both stared this way, listening intently on our conversation probably.
He shrugged, flipping a page of the newspaper. "I suppose. But don't let Weasley or that mudblood hear it or it'll just be another thing for them to crow at to Potter when he gets back."
"Why do you hate them? Is it just because they hang out with him?"
He shrugged yet again. "Partially. Also, Granger is a mudblood. My father dislikes mudbloods terribly."
"And that's another thing you get from him?"
He shrugged. I rolled my eyes. "I don't get you. You're a Slytherin, I'm a Gryffindor, and yet you're nice to me. You don't treat me like everyone else, and you definitely aren't trying to ruin my time here. Why?"
He shrugged. (Damnit! Why does he keep shrugging?!) "I guess it's because you remind me of someone."
"Who?" I pressed on, leaning forward.
He shook his head. (Ooh, an improvement, no shrug...) "Not say 'who' exactly, but... a friend. That's all."
I leaned back, disappointed. "A friend?" But then a teasing thought came to me. "Oh, so you had 'friends' once? You didn't buy their trust or anything?"
He shook his head, laughing quietly. "No. But I do admit, that's the first someone's ever said to me at the mention of friends."
"What about Crabb and Goyle? Are they friends?"
He rapped his fingers on the mostly drained mug. "Sorry, but they aren't exactly friends. Some around the school call them my lackeys, my goons, or something like that, but they are the closest to any 'friend' I've ever had."
"Deep... Never kenw you had this side to you, Malfoy."
He crackled at that comment. "Well, don't get any ideas on spreading it throughout school, Patrossi. You know I'll hurt you, if not kill you, if you do."
I smirked. "Oh, you've told me already. You've probably had enough experience in tryign to kill someone before, Potter included?"
"Potter included. Yeah, I've tried, but failed every time. The time I had a chance to, I didn't because in that year, I was convinced Potter would die from going after the basilik that year. Too bad he didn't."
"Why do you hate him?" (Where did all these questions come from? They jstu pop out of my head!)
He shrugged. "He gets on my nerves. And hey, didn't you ask this question already? He hates me, I hate him. Simple as that..."
I sighed. I hoped to get another answer from him, a different one, but it was just the same. I looked off to the side just to catch Hermione and Ron turn away and fake looking busy. I wondered, were WE--all three of us--like that when finding something intersting around us? Evesdrop and then hide after getting the info that we need? I remember hiding under the table and behind a tree in the third year when Sirius Black, my godfather, was claimed evil and on the loose and after me. Or was this development when I wasn't there as Harry Potter, doing it with them or having Hermione trouble over me? Either way, it was a wonder, blocking myself form the world as I sank deeper into the thought.
When I heard snapping fingers, I quickly came out of my thoughts to see Malfoy looking annoyed, yet amused, his fingers in my face, in the position to snap together. "Patrossi! C'mon! We're going now. You coming or shall I drag you?"
Numbly, I got up, staring at him as he was already up, leaning over the table at me. "N- No. I'm fine. We can go if you want." He straightened up and led the way out, ignoring the glares and stares he got from a few students at Hogwarts and especially Ron and Hermione as we passed them.
Once we were outside, he turned to me as we walked. "Now again, no word at all on how nice I'm being to you, got it?"
I smirked, amused by his persistance on keeping his reputation up. I put a flat hand up to the side of my forehead and stood really straight for him, my other arm right at my side. "Yes sir, Cap'n sir!" I said in a false soldier voice, looking straight at him.
My posture relaxed when he howled with laughter, shaking his head and continuing to walk. "Patrossi, you defenitely are on crack."
I smirked, catching up with him. "Well, if it's crack, then it's happy crack!"
Again, he laughed out loud, gathering a bit of attention. I laughed, much quieter, behind my hand as we kept walking. We kept each other company and even had a good time talking in front of the Shrieking Shack, the place where Remus Lupin, the werewolf as I mentioned before, went to in his times at school every full moon, a potion to ease most of his pain as he transformed every time.
Malfoy leaned on the gate just outside it, not daring to go inside. "Ever been inside?"
"Yup."
He turned to me, an eyebrow raised. "Really, now. Is it as scary as they claim it to be?"
I shook my head. "Not really. It's just a house that's old and torn down on the inside, furniture busted up like hell and stuff. Nothing out of the ordinary."
"But they say it's haunted by the spirits that live there."
"Oh, that's just a rumor. A tale. It's not really true," I said casually, flapping my hand.
"Really? How do you know?" His eyes narrowed as he homed in on me, taking a rather large step toward me.
I took a small step back, uncomfortable with this. "Because I was told by the person who started that old wives' tale."
He took another step toward me, this time a smaller one (thank you!), but a step closer nonetheless. I stepped back, uneasy, the uncomfortable situation tnesing the air around me. Uh oh...
"Malfoy, if you take one more step near me, I'll scream, I swear..." I told him, afraid he just might step forward again.
Oh shit, ohshit, oshit, OSHIT!! DOn't step forward, dont' step forward, DON'T STEP FORWARD! He stepped forward, oblivious to my warning. I inhaled, opening my mouth, just about to scream when-- !!!