Trapped
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Draco had a sudden revelation - he was a wizard! Yes, he had known that all his life, but for the past few hours of being trapped, he had been sitting uncomfortably on the floor, thinking about all the things that he would have liked at that very moment. But for crying out loud, he was a wizard! He could just magic his way to comfort until the time came when he was rescued (because a Malfoy was ALWAYS rescued).
Having thought this, he whipped his wand out of his pocket and charmed a large, dark green leather couch out of thin air and plonked himself down on it, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. There - he was already more comfortable, and he was now obviously better off than the Gryffindors. Perhaps he should conjure up a couch for his favourite teacher as well - he was acting very crabby, maybe if he had something comfy to sit on he would be back to his usual nice-to-Draco self. He waved his wand lazily in the air, about to perform the spell a second time.
"Professor, would you like a -"
Draco didn't finish his sentence. A shot of green light flew out of the professor's wand and Draco was suddenly - painfully - lying on he ground once more.
"Don't be a fool, Malfoy. Perhaps we are running out of air and you're becoming a bit light headed, but in case you hadn't noticed, you're trapped under tonnes and tonnes of stone in a caved in dungeon. Now is hardly the time for such stupid extravagance. 5 points from Slytherin for always thinking of yourself."
Draco's bottom lip quivered. Not only did he has a very sore behind and nothing comfortable to sit on, his very favourite teacher had turned on him, and. . . (Draco found it very hard to comprehend), and. . . he had taken away house points! From his own house!!
"But, Professor, surely we could be comfortable while we wait for my father. . ."
Snape glared at him.
"Maybe just a cushion?"
Snape's eyes narrowed dangerously, and Draco decided not to push his luck any further. Folding his arms crossly, he turned away from the professor and the Gryffindors and sat in silence, back to thinking about the things he wished he could have.
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Gingerly, Ron poked at the lump on his head. He winced as it throbbed under his fingers. There was a small scratch on his head too, and a small trickle of blood. Glancing around to make sure no one was paying attention to him, he smeared the tiny amount of blood across his forehead. Faking a small coughing fit, he shifted noisily on the spot and angled his bloody forehead in Hermione's direction. Just as he had hoped, she looked over towards him.
"Oh dear, Ron. You're bleeding," she stated. "Harry, will you see to him? I don't think I should leave Neville yet."
Harry, shocked rudely from his thoughts, gave Ron a disgruntled look. Ron didn't notice this of course, as he was too busy feeling sorry for himself that his plan had once again failed.
"He's not bleeding anymore, Hermione. The blood's dry. He can clean it off himself, surely."
Hermione narrowed her eyes at Ron's forehead.
"Yes, you are right, Harry. Sorry if I scared you, Ron. The bleeding's stopped."
She turned back to Neville, and Ron pouted sulkily.
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Hermione watched as Neville's eyelids twitched slightly. She felt sorry for him - as usual he was completely innocent in the situation, but seemed to be the worse off. She had been considering reviving him with a charm for a while, but thought perhaps he was better off unconscious. Being stuck inside a small, enclosed space with Snape wasn't fun for anyone, but it would probably be even worse for poor Neville, whom the professor was especially malicious to.
Hermione stretched her arms above her head - she was feeling cramped and sore from sitting on the ground for so long. She would never, EVER admit it, but she thought that Draco had the right idea conjuring up certain comforts. She couldn't understand why Snape wouldn't let him - especially as Draco was most obviously his favourite pupil. Well, he used to be. It seemed as if Snape had taken a certain dislike to Draco. It was very uncharacteristic of the professor to be anything less than doting towards the blonde ferret-boy, but Hermione supposed that they were in a very testing situation.
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Harry's eye's glazed over once again as his mind wandered off and got terribly lost in worrying thoughts. He glanced over towards the Potions Master, hoping that the rules of cannibalism stated that you couldn't eat anyone with glasses, messy hair and a lightening shaped scar.
Why had it never occurred to Harry to learn the rules of cannibalism? Because of this obvious lack in his education, Snape now had a huge advantage over him. For all Harry knew, the laws could state that you had to eat the oldest person first - which would obviously be Snape. Naturally Snape wouldn't allow that and would pretend that you had to eat the runtiest person, or the person Snape hated the most, or the person who's name started with "Harry Potter".
Harry shuddered and wrapped his arms tightly around his body to try and stop his trembling.
Unless they were rescued soon, Harry knew there would be no chance he would be escaping this situation alive.
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A/N Wow - it's been ages since I've updated - sorry!! It was my birthday last Tuesday, so I've been kinda busy doing... stuff. I'm not really doing anything at the moment though, so hopefully updates will come quicker now. In the mean time, go check out some of my other fics, and my favourites. And please leave a review! I usually go and check out my reviewers stories (I'm always on the lookout for more good ones to read), so it's not a total waste of time for you! And I love reviews.. Come on, make my day!!!
*hugs to all*
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Draco had a sudden revelation - he was a wizard! Yes, he had known that all his life, but for the past few hours of being trapped, he had been sitting uncomfortably on the floor, thinking about all the things that he would have liked at that very moment. But for crying out loud, he was a wizard! He could just magic his way to comfort until the time came when he was rescued (because a Malfoy was ALWAYS rescued).
Having thought this, he whipped his wand out of his pocket and charmed a large, dark green leather couch out of thin air and plonked himself down on it, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. There - he was already more comfortable, and he was now obviously better off than the Gryffindors. Perhaps he should conjure up a couch for his favourite teacher as well - he was acting very crabby, maybe if he had something comfy to sit on he would be back to his usual nice-to-Draco self. He waved his wand lazily in the air, about to perform the spell a second time.
"Professor, would you like a -"
Draco didn't finish his sentence. A shot of green light flew out of the professor's wand and Draco was suddenly - painfully - lying on he ground once more.
"Don't be a fool, Malfoy. Perhaps we are running out of air and you're becoming a bit light headed, but in case you hadn't noticed, you're trapped under tonnes and tonnes of stone in a caved in dungeon. Now is hardly the time for such stupid extravagance. 5 points from Slytherin for always thinking of yourself."
Draco's bottom lip quivered. Not only did he has a very sore behind and nothing comfortable to sit on, his very favourite teacher had turned on him, and. . . (Draco found it very hard to comprehend), and. . . he had taken away house points! From his own house!!
"But, Professor, surely we could be comfortable while we wait for my father. . ."
Snape glared at him.
"Maybe just a cushion?"
Snape's eyes narrowed dangerously, and Draco decided not to push his luck any further. Folding his arms crossly, he turned away from the professor and the Gryffindors and sat in silence, back to thinking about the things he wished he could have.
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Gingerly, Ron poked at the lump on his head. He winced as it throbbed under his fingers. There was a small scratch on his head too, and a small trickle of blood. Glancing around to make sure no one was paying attention to him, he smeared the tiny amount of blood across his forehead. Faking a small coughing fit, he shifted noisily on the spot and angled his bloody forehead in Hermione's direction. Just as he had hoped, she looked over towards him.
"Oh dear, Ron. You're bleeding," she stated. "Harry, will you see to him? I don't think I should leave Neville yet."
Harry, shocked rudely from his thoughts, gave Ron a disgruntled look. Ron didn't notice this of course, as he was too busy feeling sorry for himself that his plan had once again failed.
"He's not bleeding anymore, Hermione. The blood's dry. He can clean it off himself, surely."
Hermione narrowed her eyes at Ron's forehead.
"Yes, you are right, Harry. Sorry if I scared you, Ron. The bleeding's stopped."
She turned back to Neville, and Ron pouted sulkily.
~#~
Hermione watched as Neville's eyelids twitched slightly. She felt sorry for him - as usual he was completely innocent in the situation, but seemed to be the worse off. She had been considering reviving him with a charm for a while, but thought perhaps he was better off unconscious. Being stuck inside a small, enclosed space with Snape wasn't fun for anyone, but it would probably be even worse for poor Neville, whom the professor was especially malicious to.
Hermione stretched her arms above her head - she was feeling cramped and sore from sitting on the ground for so long. She would never, EVER admit it, but she thought that Draco had the right idea conjuring up certain comforts. She couldn't understand why Snape wouldn't let him - especially as Draco was most obviously his favourite pupil. Well, he used to be. It seemed as if Snape had taken a certain dislike to Draco. It was very uncharacteristic of the professor to be anything less than doting towards the blonde ferret-boy, but Hermione supposed that they were in a very testing situation.
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Harry's eye's glazed over once again as his mind wandered off and got terribly lost in worrying thoughts. He glanced over towards the Potions Master, hoping that the rules of cannibalism stated that you couldn't eat anyone with glasses, messy hair and a lightening shaped scar.
Why had it never occurred to Harry to learn the rules of cannibalism? Because of this obvious lack in his education, Snape now had a huge advantage over him. For all Harry knew, the laws could state that you had to eat the oldest person first - which would obviously be Snape. Naturally Snape wouldn't allow that and would pretend that you had to eat the runtiest person, or the person Snape hated the most, or the person who's name started with "Harry Potter".
Harry shuddered and wrapped his arms tightly around his body to try and stop his trembling.
Unless they were rescued soon, Harry knew there would be no chance he would be escaping this situation alive.
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A/N Wow - it's been ages since I've updated - sorry!! It was my birthday last Tuesday, so I've been kinda busy doing... stuff. I'm not really doing anything at the moment though, so hopefully updates will come quicker now. In the mean time, go check out some of my other fics, and my favourites. And please leave a review! I usually go and check out my reviewers stories (I'm always on the lookout for more good ones to read), so it's not a total waste of time for you! And I love reviews.. Come on, make my day!!!
*hugs to all*