My first instinct was that it was Snape, coming to check up on my work. And shit, I still had that potion in my hands. Should I hide the potion? Do I run? I stood there in blind panic, knowing I shouldn't be in this room. I looked around helplessly with my heart thumping and palms sweating. But when I looked up, I realized that it was... Malfoy? My hands lost control and the potion dropped.
The beautiful crystal shattered with such grace; its glass flew in all directions and the iridescent liquid spilled from within, spreading itself across the cold stone floor.
If I wasn't in this position I would have squatted down and admired the prettiness of the shattered remains.
Malfoy's Point of View
I sat in the Slytherin common room, frustrated at the 2 foot long essay that the professor had kindly assigned to be due the next day. Furthermore, I didn't even know what the essay was supposed to be on. Was it on the healing potion we were making? I was pretty sure it wasn't. The only people around me were Crabbe and Goyle, whom where competing on who could spit the furthest. I highly doubt they knew, either. Putting my things in my bag, I decided to pay Snape a visit.
The corridors were empty as I walked briskly on to the Potions room. When I entered, Snape wasn't at his desk. Looking to my right, I noticed there had been a split in the wall, as if leading to a secret passageway.
When I entered the "secret passageway", however, I wasn't too pleased with what I saw. As soon as I set foot in the room, Granger just had to drop a vial of some potion.
End Malfoy's Point of View
I stood there in complete shock as Malfoy stared back at me with his lip curled.
"Well good evening to you too, Granger," he said.
I stared at him, appalled. "You made me drop the potion!" I shrieked at him disbelievingly.
"How did I make you drop the potion? If I remember correctly, I stood right here while you let go of it," he replied calmly.
"Well... you scared me!"
Malfoy rolled his eyes and looked bored. "So why are you in here anyways? You know, I don't think there even exists a potion that can tame your bushy hair."
"I'm not here to tame my ... Oh God. I need to clean this up," I blabbered angrily, bending down to pick up my wand. "Reparo," I muttered. Nothing happened.
"Why isn't it working?" I shrieked at him with panic, as if he was stopping the glass pieces from jumping back together.
He closed his eyes in annoyance. Say, he looked better with his eyes closed. I mean, when I couldn't see those grey eyes ... Not as if I stare at his eyes, but they were real nice. No, I will not think about his eyes. I'm not making any sense. Damn, I'm going fucking nuts.
When I finally started seeing clearly again, I saw that Malfoy was bent down, picking up the glass pieces and gathering them in a bag to throw away. Oh boy, I was being helped by Malfoy. I felt light as I bent down across from him and began to do the same thing.
My head was awfully close to his.
"Ow, dammit," he growled as he lifted up his hand, examining his index finger. A tiny spot of blood was oozing out. He lifted up his head and whammed into my forehead in the process, causing me also to cut myself with the glass I was holding.
"Augh! Why'd you do that?!" I groaned, rubbing my head with one hand and shaking the other bleeding hand.
"Well," he said annoyed, "If you really want to know, your frizzy hair made my nose itch, I cut myself with the glass, forgot your head was so close to mine, and I lifted up my head. It's not as if I enjoy bonking heads with you, Mudblood."
"Oh, do shut up, Ferret," I spat crossly, squeezing at my bleeding finger.
"Make me," he snarled, getting in my face.
"Okay," I breathed. The next thing you know, he was hunched down, twitching and whimpering with pain. If some idiot is bothering you, all you have to do is give him a swift kick you-know-where, and all is well.
"F... f...damn you, Granger!" he wheezed.
He deserved it. I picked up the last few remaining pieces of glass and wandered around looking for a trash bin.
Malfoy was sitting sullenly against the wall, arms wrapped around his knees and a deathly look in his eyes.
Neither of us saw it, but the potion still spread across the floor was secretly mixing itself, secretly bonding the blood that was so carelessly dropped in it.
When I turned around to do something about the spilt potion, I squeaked as I realized that ... it wasn't there anymore. I looked at Malfoy, who had stood up and was looking at the potions on the shelves.
"Malfoy..." I said hoarsely, "The potion... where is the potion?"
His eyes darted from the floor to where it was spilled and then to me. He shrugged and started walking out the door of the room.
"Don't you care?" I said loudly, "What if something happened?"
"Things happen everyday," he called back to me over his shoulder.
That dipshit, I thought as I stooped down and walked out of the "secret room". It sealed itself as I exited.
"Granger! I can't get out of here!" he yelled angrily.
I snickered at the sight of him walking in place by the door.
"Snape put a spell on this room, can't get out until 2 and a half hours is over," I called back to him.
He cursed loudly and started to pace back and forth in front of the door. Moments passed. "And when's that?" he asked.
The next hour passed with both of us silently sitting against the walls.
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My apologies for the boring/bad writing... it was an experiment to write, though, so yes.
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