Into The Truth Chapter 2

Wandering The Halls

Beaten daily,

Defeated by you.

Just when I thought I'd reached the bottom

I'm dying again.

Evanescence – Going Under

Part 1 – Late For Class

He sat straight up in bed, knowing something was wrong. He hurriedly tried to clear his blurry vision so he could look at his alarm clock. And he let out an acid curse.

8 o'clock! He thought voicing a few other choice words and phrases. I can't believe it! Late for the first day of class! And it was Transfigurations, too.
He let out an angry exhale as he flew out of bed dressing as quickly as he possibly could and ran for the door silently cursing himself. That's at least ten points he would have to make up for later.

And it wouldn't be during Quidditch. He couldn't beat Potter if said named wizard had his hands tied behind his back and was blindfolded. Somehow, he thought angrily, running down the empty halls, he always wins. Always. Turning the corner sharply, he ran into someone quite hard and not bothering to apologize or look back continued on until an enraged feminine voice called after him.

"Oi! Malfoy! What is the nine hells do you think you're doing running people over in the hallways! Shouldn't you be in class!" the voice trailed after him.

He turned around slowly, bristling just at the sound of her. "Oh! My mistake Weasel! I didn't know you were there." He smirked at the flash of anger that crossed her perfect features.

"It's Weasley! And you most certainly did Malfoy!" she countered. "And just for that I'm taking ten points from Slytherin." She picked herself up and marked it in her book, the points being deducted from the clear holder in the Great Hall as she did.
"Oh come on Weasel! I really didn't mean to," he pleaded. What am I doing?! He chided himself. Pleading… Have I really been reduced to such as this? "Please don't take the points from Slytherin. I honestly didn't see you there, and I'm already losing the class enough points this morning as it is for being late for Transfigurations." He walked up to her and grabbed her hand and got down on his knees. "Please give the points back." He made a sad pouty face that he thought was sure to work.

"I said," she repeated patiently, "its Weasley. Another ten points for being an annoying prat," she said, scowling at him and marking it in her book.
He glared at her, gained his feet and turned to walk away, mumbling something horrid under his breath.

"Ten points for threatening to curse a prefect," she said aloofly, beginning to enjoy this.

At this, he turned around and gave her a Death Glare. "Sod off, Weasel," he hissed.

"It's Weasley," she replied, glaring back.

He narrowed his eyes and thought about actually hexing her. Right here and right now. It would get her out of his hair for a couple of days. But it would also lose even more points for Slytherin and that he just could not tolerate.  He turned and walked away down the hallway cursing Virginia Weasley under his breath, and stopped outside of the Transfigurations classroom doorway. Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the doors to the brightly lit classroom just as the school bell rang for class to let out. Behind him he heard two words whispered and then was blinded by a bright flash of light that caused him to cover his eyes.

Great, he thought through the feeling of falling. First, I completely miss Transfigurations and then I'm cursed right outside of the classroom. Just great.

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