Harder To Breathe
By Samantha Turner
Chapter Six
I got into Snapes car. I fell heavily into the back seat, snapping on my seat belt. I let out a loud sigh. I can't believe I have to go home with them. Snape got in the seat in front of me, adjusting the rear view mirror, and pulling the steering wheel closer to his lap. Just great, I get to stare at his greasy head the whole way.
The only thought that comforted me, was the fact that I had scared the living hell out of Malfoy when I had howled. He got in the passenger side, giving me a breif, un nerved look.
"Your not very brave, are you?" I asked him. He turned slightly in his seat to glare at me.
"Now when it comes to werewolvish, pshyco females that try to kill me." He said. He glared at me, more serious then I had ever seen him.
I laughed
I glared at Hermione even more How could she laugh? She was supposed to be insulted.
"Your raving." I told her, shaking my head a little, and turning back in my seat to snap on my seatbelt. She only laughed harder.
"Your hilarious." She finally managed to gasp out, I rolled my eyes over to Snape, who looked slightly amused, yet troubled.
After that, the car fell blissfully silent for a total of ten minuets.
"Miss Granger," I hear Snape growl from the front. "Will you please stop kicking my seat?"
I saw Malfoy cast a glance at me, and I grinned, kicking the seat one last time.
Snape growled, but didn't say anything. I ceased my kicking, and decided to turn on the radio. I reached towards the knob but Malfoy caught my hand.
"Don't ever touch my radio." He said. I glared at him, and he turned on some pop station, that right now was playing something by Christina Auguilera.
"Ugh." I said. He ignored me.
The car once again fell silent, except for Christina whining about being called a whore when she slept around. I twitched slightly, half wishing I could zap her through the stereo.
Finally, I a fresh wave of Gryffindor courage rushed through me, causing me to to ask what I had been dying to know.
"Is he going to come after me again?" I asked, as fast as I could. I perched myself on the end of my seat, waiting breathlessly for the answer. I heard Snape draw in a breath.
He finally told me what was going on.