Secrets and Dirty Deeds
By the Barefoot Pianist
A/N: Just a note to everyone that this'll be the only one for this weekend, because I'm going 'travelling' with my dad – you all know what that means… I just hope to god that I don't end up stranded on the side of a road near Bega with dad fiddling under the bonnet. Wish me luck!
Chapter 16
Day Six… it's pay back time…
The clock in the Slytherin common room ticked to a quarter past six. In fifteen minutes time, Carmen would be awake to start the day with a spot of Malfoy waking. But today, in Malfoy's mind, was pay back.
He exited his own dormitory and crossed the room to the stairs leading to the girls' dormitory. He started to climb the stairs, but before he could take more than half a dozen steps, the stairs automatically disappeared into a slide, leaving Malfoy to fall painfully on his backside and skid the rest of the way down, face first. He got up, cradling his rear and looked at the stairs as if it was Harry Potter. "Stupid stairs," he brooded. But an idea came to his mind and he quickly made a u-turn to his dormitory again.
Exactly three minutes and twenty three seconds later, he was at the foot of the stairs again, only this time, he wore a bath towel as a skirt, a head of a mop as a wig and some high-heels he found lying around in the common room – he was dressed up as a girl. He blushed even through there wasn't anyone around, as he examined his exterior. If, he though, if any of his friends, no, anyone at all, saw what he saw now, there would be no living it down.
Looking up at the dozen or so steps to the girls' dormitory, he walked determinedly, through fairly wobbly seeing that he was walking in heals, up the steps. But at about half way, the stairs seemed to decide that the intruder was in fact male, and eliminated him. So once again, Draco Malfoy was at the bottom of the stairs, in a pile with a towel, a mop head and a pair of now-broken high heals. "Stupid, pro-feminist, bloody stairs," he brooded to himself again. He supposed that there wasn't a chance of him walking up, as he was not ready to change his natural anatomy so to climb a set of stairs. But then he stopped. He couldn't climb them, no. But he could fly up.
As quick as anything, he ran back to his dormitory, made himself look fairly acceptable and grabbed his Nimbus Two Thousand and One from his trunk. In the common room, he mounted it, and said good-bye to the obstacle that was below him and flew to the door of the girls' dormitory. The time was twenty five past six.
Five minutes until Carmen was due to wake up, and Malfoy had made it into her dormitory, without waking anyone else up. He crept up to one of the nearest bed to find Pansy sleeping with her mouth wide open. He leapt back a little, but then moved on the next bed. He found Millicent, or so he thought, sleeping head down into her pillow; he wondered how she could breath. The next bed was occupied by Daphne. Daphne was usually the 'pretty' one, but in her slumbering was a different matter. He moved on.
He found the next bed to be empty. He quickly checked the last bed, which in it was Jade, and then looked again at the bed in front of him; no Carmen. He looked under the bed to check if she was hiding; no Carmen. He looked on the floor of the room; no Carmen. He went and checked under every single bed; no Carmen. But when he had nearly given up hope, he heard a snore… from above. He glanced up, and was alarmed to find Carmen, sleeping, snoring, and floating at about six feet in the air.
"What the…" he said to himself, looking up half-marvel and half-befuddled. But that was broken when the clock ticked to half past and rung one eerie bong. Carmen gave a sudden snore, sat up in mid air, and fell, landing on her rear with a squawk.
"Ah, fuck," she started to say to herself, but then realised
that Malfoy was in the room. "Oh fuck,"
she said a little too loud, but he quickly clamped his hand on her mouth to
silence her. She threw his hand off and said in a very tense and loud whisper,
"What in the fucking world are you fucking doing here?"
Then in a quiet, but sing-song sort of voice, Malfoy said, "Wakie-wakie Carmen!
The sun's out and it's beautiful day!"
"Oh, fuck you."
A/N: R&R! Like what you read, R&R! Don't like what
you read, R&R! Don't give a flying fuck about it, R&R anyway!
Sorry if this was a little short – but I thought it was crucial… so I wrote it…
then it sort of grew… and I thought it would be good enough to put up as its
own chapter. I'll see about slotting in a bit of Daphne/Pucey here and there,
but that's about all I can do. :)
By the way, Daphne Greengrass is actually
a character in Slytherin – she isn't in the book, but her name was listed down
on J.K Rowling's notebook. Carmen Davies basically came from Tracy Davis (also
on the list), but that name somehow didn't really fit…
Thanks for everyone who enjoyed my last chapter (bows) … yes, the conversation
was very colourful, but I thought it
was hilarious. And don't worry, there should be more of that coming soon (but
maybe not as full-on as the last one).
Get well soon, Lila Bloom-Felton!!! By the way, how did you hurt your knee???