Draco managed to pry Draven and Hermione apart (with no assistance from the others, damn them). They all pondered the door. "It should have let me out!" Drake wailed, eyes watering. "We're going to die in this miserable room!"
"Well we have a food supply." Hermione noted, looking at Drake's pillow case. He hugged them possessively and glared at her.
"Mine."
"Lorn…you're the most powerful student Hogwarts has seen since…well since your dad came to school. Can't you overpower whatever's been done to the door?" Draven asked.
Lorn walked over to the door. He dropped a twix wrapper against it and watched it sizzle in midair with a sound like a bug zapper. "It's not just the room powering this. Whoever asked the room to put this in place is a very powerful witch."
"Hey, why don't you say wizard? It could be a male. If it's negative, you people always say it's a witch-" Hermione ranted.
"Like there's a chance it's a guy keeping us here!" Drake screamed. He was starting to crack up. He started pacing in front of Draco, who was getting more and more uncomfortable. "I say we slash his pretty face. Then they won't want him anymore and we can open the door."
"No! Stay away from me!" Draco yelled, backing against the wall and shielding his pretty face with his hands. Drake let out a nekko-jin war cry and leapt. He was stopped by Squeaky, however, who leapt simultaneously and threw his balance off so that they landed with a thud on the floor.
Squeaky let out her hamster war cry, and then realized that in essence the hamster had just distracted the cat from the ferret. Letting out a hamster cry of terror, she sprang to her feet and ran behind Draven.
"Don't let him eat me!" Squeaky screamed.
Drake sat on his haunches on the ground, a very cat-like glare fixed on his face. His tail flicked behind him.
"Don't." Draven ordered, aiming his wand at Drake. Drake hissed, then turned back to stalking the ferret.
"I agree with Drake, it's a good plan. Make him ugly and they won't want to be shut up in here with him anymore." Lorn said, a glazed look coming to his eyes. An unnatural smile was fixed on his face. Drake and Lorn had completely lost it.
"No! It won't help, leave me alone! I just started looking pretty, let me stay this way! I don't want to look like a ferret ever again!" Draco wailed. He got down on his knees before them and began pleading. "Please…please…I'll tell the fan girls to back off, this will never happen again!"
"Right!" Lorn shouted, laughing humourlessly. "As long as fan fiction is allowed to flourish, fictional characters will be lusted after and original characters like us will be made to suffer! Well I'm having none of it! I'm going out and finding every attractive canon character and disfiguring them!"
"No man, that's crazy talk! All that will do is increase the number of fluffy hurt/comfort fics!" Draven yelled.
"Good God, he's right man! There's no winning! WE CAN'T WIN!!!" Drake screamed, pounding the ground with his fist at the injustice of it all.
Draco looked from Drake to Lorn warily, wondering if Draven had just saved him with that burst of logic (though he didn't really understand it, so many alien terms). Once satisfied that he'd been saved, he heaved a sigh of relief.
Unfortunately the sight of Draco with his hair now mussed from avoiding attack and with a relieved smile on his face earned some nasty thoughts from Hermione and Squeaky, which made Lorn scream. He aimed his hand at Draco and bluish-purplish sith lightning flew from his fingers.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" Draco screamed. He fell to the ground and began writhing from the attack.
"That's not helping! One of them's a dominatrix, lookit the chains and whips!" Draven yelled. "STOPPIT!!!"
Lorn stopped the lightning, but he also swivelled to look at Draven, and Draven swore he saw some lightning in Lorn's eyes. He swallowed with a comical cartoonish 'gulp' sound.
While Draven was distracted, Drake lifted Draco by the collar, then unsheathed his claws a few centimetres from Draco's now wide and terrified eyes.
"Lorn, don't-don't do anything you're going to regret. We're friends." Draven said cautiously, slowly backing away from Lorn.
"But you're on the enemy side. The lusting-after-ferrets side." Lorn growled.
"Well…he's kinda cute, c'mon. But I am not interested in spending eternity in this room either. This is not productive. Zapping me will not get us out of the room you know." Draven noted.
"True, but it does make me feel so much better." Lorn noted with a psychotic smile.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!! OW!!!! I HATE YOU FAN GIRLS!!!!" Draco screamed. Lorn and Draven snapped their heads around and saw Draco clutching at his face.
Drake was flexing his claws, bits of Draco's skin still attached to them.
"Christ man, what did you do?!" Draven yelled, running over to crouch down next to Draco.
"He's not very pretty anymore." Drake said, giggling just as psychotically as Lorn was smiling.
"NoooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooOOOOOOOO!!!" Squeaky and Hermione wailed.
Draven was attempting to coax Draco to lower his hands. "No! I won't let you see me!" Draco yelled, clutching his face harder, and then flinching because he was clutching an open wound.
"Don't be an idiot! Draco, my dad's a healer and I'm his protégé, I can fix it!" Draven hissed, hoping Lorn and Drake wouldn't hear that.
Unfortunately, even if Lorn couldn't hear it, he could pick up on Draven's thoughts.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Lorn screamed, diving for Draven, who pulled Draco up and bolted. Lorn hit the spot they had been at two seconds previous, and snarled.
"Wait!" Hermione tugged at Lorn's trench coat in an attempt to stop him, rather ineffectually as it only served to drag her along a few feet. "Lorn, what did you come here for again!?"
"I came here to…to…" Lorn whispered dazedly, not quite remembering.
"To get high?" Hermione supplied.
"Hey yeah. I did, didn't I?" And Lorn once again laughed in a 'I've completely lost it' manner.
Hermione patted his back soothingly, then handed him one of the bongs that had appeared upon his entrance to the room. Because a high Lorn is very different from a not-high Lorn.
As soon as Lorn was half-sleeping in a corner, murmuring stupid things, Draven attempted to coax Draco into lowering his hands. This did not sit well with Drake, who had had a body bind curse placed upon him by Hermione.
"Well if you want to stay ugly go and be difficult!" Draven yelled. "But I'll certainly never fuck you like that!"
And the hands dropped.
Draco's face was covered with scratches, some of which had swelled a bit. His skin had turned an interesting shade of pink and his eyes had puffed up comically. He certainly wasn't very pretty anymore. "Eesh." Draven said, before he could stop himself.
The hands snapped back up.
"Oh jeezus Draco!"
Draco warily lowered his hands. "Just fix it already!"
Thanks to Draven's odd heritage, he was a natural healer, so even though he didn't know a whole lot about it, he figured he could reverse the damage with a general healing exercise his dad had taught him. He placed his hands over Draco's face and focused. A soft purple light accompanied with a warm tingling sensation for Draco spread around Draven's hands and an instant later, Draco's face was back to the way it had looked before.
A muffled cry of rage was heard from the immobile nekko-jin.
Author's Notes: I'm feeling a need to wrap this story up, I think there's only so much I can do with this room (If I keep going it'll get tired, if it's not already) I hope you understand. So the next chapter will be the last.
I also feel the need to explain the relationship between Draco and my original character Draven. It's sexual tension, pretty much. Draco has been straight so far and is questioning his sexuality in the manner everyone does, and he wants to test it with Draven as he is "safe" (feminine looking and a friend of Draco's). At the same time, Draven is extremely attracted to Draco, but doesn't want to do anything to mess up the friendship and doesn't think the ferret's gay. So that's where that stands. Just some nice, funny, sexual tension and insincere flirting. ^_^
"Well we have a food supply." Hermione noted, looking at Drake's pillow case. He hugged them possessively and glared at her.
"Mine."
"Lorn…you're the most powerful student Hogwarts has seen since…well since your dad came to school. Can't you overpower whatever's been done to the door?" Draven asked.
Lorn walked over to the door. He dropped a twix wrapper against it and watched it sizzle in midair with a sound like a bug zapper. "It's not just the room powering this. Whoever asked the room to put this in place is a very powerful witch."
"Hey, why don't you say wizard? It could be a male. If it's negative, you people always say it's a witch-" Hermione ranted.
"Like there's a chance it's a guy keeping us here!" Drake screamed. He was starting to crack up. He started pacing in front of Draco, who was getting more and more uncomfortable. "I say we slash his pretty face. Then they won't want him anymore and we can open the door."
"No! Stay away from me!" Draco yelled, backing against the wall and shielding his pretty face with his hands. Drake let out a nekko-jin war cry and leapt. He was stopped by Squeaky, however, who leapt simultaneously and threw his balance off so that they landed with a thud on the floor.
Squeaky let out her hamster war cry, and then realized that in essence the hamster had just distracted the cat from the ferret. Letting out a hamster cry of terror, she sprang to her feet and ran behind Draven.
"Don't let him eat me!" Squeaky screamed.
Drake sat on his haunches on the ground, a very cat-like glare fixed on his face. His tail flicked behind him.
"Don't." Draven ordered, aiming his wand at Drake. Drake hissed, then turned back to stalking the ferret.
"I agree with Drake, it's a good plan. Make him ugly and they won't want to be shut up in here with him anymore." Lorn said, a glazed look coming to his eyes. An unnatural smile was fixed on his face. Drake and Lorn had completely lost it.
"No! It won't help, leave me alone! I just started looking pretty, let me stay this way! I don't want to look like a ferret ever again!" Draco wailed. He got down on his knees before them and began pleading. "Please…please…I'll tell the fan girls to back off, this will never happen again!"
"Right!" Lorn shouted, laughing humourlessly. "As long as fan fiction is allowed to flourish, fictional characters will be lusted after and original characters like us will be made to suffer! Well I'm having none of it! I'm going out and finding every attractive canon character and disfiguring them!"
"No man, that's crazy talk! All that will do is increase the number of fluffy hurt/comfort fics!" Draven yelled.
"Good God, he's right man! There's no winning! WE CAN'T WIN!!!" Drake screamed, pounding the ground with his fist at the injustice of it all.
Draco looked from Drake to Lorn warily, wondering if Draven had just saved him with that burst of logic (though he didn't really understand it, so many alien terms). Once satisfied that he'd been saved, he heaved a sigh of relief.
Unfortunately the sight of Draco with his hair now mussed from avoiding attack and with a relieved smile on his face earned some nasty thoughts from Hermione and Squeaky, which made Lorn scream. He aimed his hand at Draco and bluish-purplish sith lightning flew from his fingers.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" Draco screamed. He fell to the ground and began writhing from the attack.
"That's not helping! One of them's a dominatrix, lookit the chains and whips!" Draven yelled. "STOPPIT!!!"
Lorn stopped the lightning, but he also swivelled to look at Draven, and Draven swore he saw some lightning in Lorn's eyes. He swallowed with a comical cartoonish 'gulp' sound.
While Draven was distracted, Drake lifted Draco by the collar, then unsheathed his claws a few centimetres from Draco's now wide and terrified eyes.
"Lorn, don't-don't do anything you're going to regret. We're friends." Draven said cautiously, slowly backing away from Lorn.
"But you're on the enemy side. The lusting-after-ferrets side." Lorn growled.
"Well…he's kinda cute, c'mon. But I am not interested in spending eternity in this room either. This is not productive. Zapping me will not get us out of the room you know." Draven noted.
"True, but it does make me feel so much better." Lorn noted with a psychotic smile.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!! OW!!!! I HATE YOU FAN GIRLS!!!!" Draco screamed. Lorn and Draven snapped their heads around and saw Draco clutching at his face.
Drake was flexing his claws, bits of Draco's skin still attached to them.
"Christ man, what did you do?!" Draven yelled, running over to crouch down next to Draco.
"He's not very pretty anymore." Drake said, giggling just as psychotically as Lorn was smiling.
"NoooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooOOOOOOOO!!!" Squeaky and Hermione wailed.
Draven was attempting to coax Draco to lower his hands. "No! I won't let you see me!" Draco yelled, clutching his face harder, and then flinching because he was clutching an open wound.
"Don't be an idiot! Draco, my dad's a healer and I'm his protégé, I can fix it!" Draven hissed, hoping Lorn and Drake wouldn't hear that.
Unfortunately, even if Lorn couldn't hear it, he could pick up on Draven's thoughts.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Lorn screamed, diving for Draven, who pulled Draco up and bolted. Lorn hit the spot they had been at two seconds previous, and snarled.
"Wait!" Hermione tugged at Lorn's trench coat in an attempt to stop him, rather ineffectually as it only served to drag her along a few feet. "Lorn, what did you come here for again!?"
"I came here to…to…" Lorn whispered dazedly, not quite remembering.
"To get high?" Hermione supplied.
"Hey yeah. I did, didn't I?" And Lorn once again laughed in a 'I've completely lost it' manner.
Hermione patted his back soothingly, then handed him one of the bongs that had appeared upon his entrance to the room. Because a high Lorn is very different from a not-high Lorn.
As soon as Lorn was half-sleeping in a corner, murmuring stupid things, Draven attempted to coax Draco into lowering his hands. This did not sit well with Drake, who had had a body bind curse placed upon him by Hermione.
"Well if you want to stay ugly go and be difficult!" Draven yelled. "But I'll certainly never fuck you like that!"
And the hands dropped.
Draco's face was covered with scratches, some of which had swelled a bit. His skin had turned an interesting shade of pink and his eyes had puffed up comically. He certainly wasn't very pretty anymore. "Eesh." Draven said, before he could stop himself.
The hands snapped back up.
"Oh jeezus Draco!"
Draco warily lowered his hands. "Just fix it already!"
Thanks to Draven's odd heritage, he was a natural healer, so even though he didn't know a whole lot about it, he figured he could reverse the damage with a general healing exercise his dad had taught him. He placed his hands over Draco's face and focused. A soft purple light accompanied with a warm tingling sensation for Draco spread around Draven's hands and an instant later, Draco's face was back to the way it had looked before.
A muffled cry of rage was heard from the immobile nekko-jin.
Author's Notes: I'm feeling a need to wrap this story up, I think there's only so much I can do with this room (If I keep going it'll get tired, if it's not already) I hope you understand. So the next chapter will be the last.
I also feel the need to explain the relationship between Draco and my original character Draven. It's sexual tension, pretty much. Draco has been straight so far and is questioning his sexuality in the manner everyone does, and he wants to test it with Draven as he is "safe" (feminine looking and a friend of Draco's). At the same time, Draven is extremely attracted to Draco, but doesn't want to do anything to mess up the friendship and doesn't think the ferret's gay. So that's where that stands. Just some nice, funny, sexual tension and insincere flirting. ^_^