Trapped
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Ron should have been in a bad mood - or at least a rather subdued one - seeing as he was now stuck in a rather bad situation. It wasn't his fault that the castle had caved in on the dungeons - well, not really. He wasn't too worried about being expelled, considering Harry had done much worse things during his course as a student, and was still, miraculously, here. Although that ugly scar on his forehead probably had something to do with it, Ron was sure, but they could hardly kick out their hero's favourite sidekick, could they? Of course not.
Not that any of these thoughts really made it to Ron's conscious mind. The only thing blaring across his brain at that current moment in time were rather obvious, and to-the-point messages that Ron had already noticed, but was having a hard time comprehending. Messages such as "HERMIONE GRANGER'S ROBE IS TOUCHING YOURS", and "HERMIONE GRANGER IS SO CLOSE TO YOU THAT YOU CAN SMELL HER. AND SHE CAN PROBABLY SMELL YOU.".
Ron's hands were understandably sweaty, and his heart was beating considerably faster than usual - both natural reactions from anyone who was being subjected to such racy thoughts from ones mind. Ron was sure his face and ears were bright red, too, but wasn't sure if this was a side effect from making Longbottom's cauldron explode.
Ron's thought's turned onto a slightly more shocking, and heart racing path, and he began to wonder if Hermione was feeling the same way about him. . .
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Hermione glanced sideways at the boy sitting huddled up next to her. Was he looking at her more often than usual? In fact (she looked closer) was he STARING at her?
Hermione rolled her eyes - teenage boys. It was disgusting how they acted around girls. Anyone who couldn't control their hormones enough to keep their tongue inside their mouth when in the 1 mile vicinity of a member of the opposite sex should really seek urgent medical attention.
And now she was stuck with one of those same, hormone-raging adolescents. It was just her luck. Why couldn't she have been one of those lucky students who had made a run for the exit? Or even better - one of the students who had probably been crushed under millions upon millions of old stone castle? Anything was surely better than being stuck sitting huddled up next to a boy who so obviously couldn't hide his feelings towards her.
Well, she supposed she should be flattered that she could have such a drastic effect on a member of the opposite sex, really - she was only 16, after all, and not all that good looking. But - ew! She considered him to be just a friend! And now here he was, sitting next to her in a cramped, enclosed space. . . with no way out. What was she supposed to do?
"Piss off, Harry. Stop staring at me."
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Severus Snape had been sitting in exactly the same position - head in hands, eyes staring at same spot on the dusty floor, vein in upper temple twitching - for over and hour. Draco knew, because Draco had been timing.
Well, he justified, it's not like there was anything else to do while he was sitting there in the filth and muck waiting to be rescued - because he *was* going to be rescued. He was a Malfoy, and Malfoys' were always rescued.
Speaking of being a Malfoy, Daddy would certainly have something to say about the way he had been treated during the last two hours - first being used as a live shield by the person who was supposed to be keeping a close enough watch on the class to prevent this sort of thing happening. And then, just to add insult to injury, he was blamed for being partially responsible for this whole mess! As if!
Draco scowled. What was the world coming to when a Malfoy could be treated with such disrespect? It was disgusting, an outrage.
And to top it all off, he now had to endure that Mudblood Granger girl staring at him. He knew he was good looking - he *was* a Malfoy, after all - but puh-lease! He thought he had made his feelings toward her and all her little goody-good friends perfectly clear - he was out-of-bounds. Off- limits. Out-of-her-league.
Not that he could blame her for wanting him - who didn't?
Draco smile a little self-satisfied smile to himself. At least he was among admirers - poor though they were, they would do until he was out in the real world again, with people who deserved his company.
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". . . and if one green vial should accidentally fall. . . there'll be 568,937 green vials sitting on the wall. . ." Harry hummed to himself, under his breath.
Whether or not Harry was the only sane person in the odd little group trapped in the caved in dungeon is highly debatable, however he *was* the only one doing something constructive with his time. Counting backwards from one million using a fun and catchy song is always a great way to pass the time.
Halfway through the next verse, Harry happened to glance up and over at the potions master. Harry stopped humming. Was Snape staring at him?
Harry blinked.
No. . . it must have been his imagination.
Frowning, Harry tried to start up his song again, but had lost his place. He shrugged.
"There were one million green vials sitting on a wall. . ."
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A/N well, fancy that - I've updated again! Fantastic noodles huh? I'm going through a big updatey sorta stage, so check back again in a few days, as I just may have added a few more chapters :D Also check out my other fics, which are being updated as quickly as possible as well. :D
Chocolate Frogs, BBEF Beans and Acid pops to all you wonderfully fanfictastic reviewers!!! Loves to you all, and I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Stay tuned for more insanity, as people start to become paranoid. . . who likes who? who wants to eat who? And more importantly. . . will they ever get saved?
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Ron should have been in a bad mood - or at least a rather subdued one - seeing as he was now stuck in a rather bad situation. It wasn't his fault that the castle had caved in on the dungeons - well, not really. He wasn't too worried about being expelled, considering Harry had done much worse things during his course as a student, and was still, miraculously, here. Although that ugly scar on his forehead probably had something to do with it, Ron was sure, but they could hardly kick out their hero's favourite sidekick, could they? Of course not.
Not that any of these thoughts really made it to Ron's conscious mind. The only thing blaring across his brain at that current moment in time were rather obvious, and to-the-point messages that Ron had already noticed, but was having a hard time comprehending. Messages such as "HERMIONE GRANGER'S ROBE IS TOUCHING YOURS", and "HERMIONE GRANGER IS SO CLOSE TO YOU THAT YOU CAN SMELL HER. AND SHE CAN PROBABLY SMELL YOU.".
Ron's hands were understandably sweaty, and his heart was beating considerably faster than usual - both natural reactions from anyone who was being subjected to such racy thoughts from ones mind. Ron was sure his face and ears were bright red, too, but wasn't sure if this was a side effect from making Longbottom's cauldron explode.
Ron's thought's turned onto a slightly more shocking, and heart racing path, and he began to wonder if Hermione was feeling the same way about him. . .
~#~
Hermione glanced sideways at the boy sitting huddled up next to her. Was he looking at her more often than usual? In fact (she looked closer) was he STARING at her?
Hermione rolled her eyes - teenage boys. It was disgusting how they acted around girls. Anyone who couldn't control their hormones enough to keep their tongue inside their mouth when in the 1 mile vicinity of a member of the opposite sex should really seek urgent medical attention.
And now she was stuck with one of those same, hormone-raging adolescents. It was just her luck. Why couldn't she have been one of those lucky students who had made a run for the exit? Or even better - one of the students who had probably been crushed under millions upon millions of old stone castle? Anything was surely better than being stuck sitting huddled up next to a boy who so obviously couldn't hide his feelings towards her.
Well, she supposed she should be flattered that she could have such a drastic effect on a member of the opposite sex, really - she was only 16, after all, and not all that good looking. But - ew! She considered him to be just a friend! And now here he was, sitting next to her in a cramped, enclosed space. . . with no way out. What was she supposed to do?
"Piss off, Harry. Stop staring at me."
~#~
Severus Snape had been sitting in exactly the same position - head in hands, eyes staring at same spot on the dusty floor, vein in upper temple twitching - for over and hour. Draco knew, because Draco had been timing.
Well, he justified, it's not like there was anything else to do while he was sitting there in the filth and muck waiting to be rescued - because he *was* going to be rescued. He was a Malfoy, and Malfoys' were always rescued.
Speaking of being a Malfoy, Daddy would certainly have something to say about the way he had been treated during the last two hours - first being used as a live shield by the person who was supposed to be keeping a close enough watch on the class to prevent this sort of thing happening. And then, just to add insult to injury, he was blamed for being partially responsible for this whole mess! As if!
Draco scowled. What was the world coming to when a Malfoy could be treated with such disrespect? It was disgusting, an outrage.
And to top it all off, he now had to endure that Mudblood Granger girl staring at him. He knew he was good looking - he *was* a Malfoy, after all - but puh-lease! He thought he had made his feelings toward her and all her little goody-good friends perfectly clear - he was out-of-bounds. Off- limits. Out-of-her-league.
Not that he could blame her for wanting him - who didn't?
Draco smile a little self-satisfied smile to himself. At least he was among admirers - poor though they were, they would do until he was out in the real world again, with people who deserved his company.
~#~
". . . and if one green vial should accidentally fall. . . there'll be 568,937 green vials sitting on the wall. . ." Harry hummed to himself, under his breath.
Whether or not Harry was the only sane person in the odd little group trapped in the caved in dungeon is highly debatable, however he *was* the only one doing something constructive with his time. Counting backwards from one million using a fun and catchy song is always a great way to pass the time.
Halfway through the next verse, Harry happened to glance up and over at the potions master. Harry stopped humming. Was Snape staring at him?
Harry blinked.
No. . . it must have been his imagination.
Frowning, Harry tried to start up his song again, but had lost his place. He shrugged.
"There were one million green vials sitting on a wall. . ."
~#~
A/N well, fancy that - I've updated again! Fantastic noodles huh? I'm going through a big updatey sorta stage, so check back again in a few days, as I just may have added a few more chapters :D Also check out my other fics, which are being updated as quickly as possible as well. :D
Chocolate Frogs, BBEF Beans and Acid pops to all you wonderfully fanfictastic reviewers!!! Loves to you all, and I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Stay tuned for more insanity, as people start to become paranoid. . . who likes who? who wants to eat who? And more importantly. . . will they ever get saved?