Magnettic Attraction
Harry thought it would be too early to arrive before 11, yet it was too obvious and risky to go at exactly midnight. But Malfoy did not give an exact time for meeting. And so Harry settled to meet Malfoy around 11 pm at the North Tower. Pity he and especially Ron had grown too tall and they won't fit together under the Invisibility Cloak. They tried making Hermione teach them how to disillusion themselves but she would lend no ears to their request. Finally Harry had resolved into going alone; he would deal with whatever was Malfoy planing with aid of the Invisibility Cloak just finely, for the first time earning disapproval from Ron about the issue.
Tapping into the spare parchment that was really the Maraunders Map and chanting the magic words, the spot in question was indeed going his direction. Malfoy seemed to be having second thoughts, though. He was standing only a few meters from the entrance to the tower where Harry was waiting, moving really slowly and stopping every now and then. Finally Malfoy arrived, which was more more less the same time Harry did, seconds of difference... though Harry thought it was longer.
Malfoy was alone, and that was what surprised Harry the most. Harry had already thought about stunning Crabbe and Goyle if one or both of them happened to be there with Malfoy. Malfoy on his part looked really pissed and Harry could only think how nice was to see him in such a circumstance; Malfoy was probably fearing Harry wouldn't show up. Ha! A taste of your own wand, Malfoy?
Harry shudder... even if he was becoming used to the Wizarding world way and expression that one just didn't come out right...
He saw Malfoy wrap his hand on himself, visibly shivering at the cold. Sadistic on Harry's part or not, he felt a somewhat pleasure as he watched. The Maraunder's Map showing no signs of the two goons, Harry finally decided that he would show himself, and he did, taking the Invisibility Cloak off him first and then stepping into the room. Malfoy immediatly took his wand out of his pocket and aimed it at Harry -
"Well, well," Malfoy said scathingly. "Famous Harry Potter gracing me with his presence finally! And about time - What took you so long might I ask -"
"Did you came here to talk or to duel, Malfoy?" Harry said.
"- Not the whole world can adapt for your facility, Potter," he added as if he hadn't heard what Harry had said, which make Malfoy look utterly pathetic, Harry thought.
"Well?" Harry said again. "To our business, shall we?"
Harry windrow his wand in one swift motion - Harry was sure to see Malfoy visibly jump at this raising his own wand at Harry. Harry smiled but ever so tauntingly. He was feeling no real humor on the situation, on the contrary he was quiet pissed.
"No Weasley or Granger?" Malfoy sudden question was unexpected.
Harry arched an eyebrow. "No Crabbe and Goyle?"
Malfoy smirked. "That's right, like a good dog - Impedimenta!"
Harry got to cast a shield charm on him, being that the spell required of more time to work. The spell bounced and was redirected at Malfoy's direction, but not quite, it blasted at Malfoy feet, but distracting him most surely - "Rictusempra!" Harry shouted and while he did he wondered if Malfoy had been practicing his defensive-offensive spells. Malfoy got to shield himself - Harry was quite a better dueler than Malfoy was, and Harry was aware of the fact. He almost -almost- felt sorry for Malfoy when he attempted to Locomotor Mortis Harry - Harry ducked feeling quite angry all of the sudden, like the spell had brought a horrible idea or thought on Harry's head - Malfoy was still too slow for the next curse Harry sent -
Only it was not Harry's intention to cast Reducio but Reducto. So instead of making Malfoy get one hell of a fright by shattering the mirror behind him the spell bounced and hit Malfoy's clothes making them several sizes too short for him... and going smaller.
Malfoy fell in his knees and grabbed onto something - that something being a particular part of his body that was only too sensible and ached ever so much because of the friction the each-time smaller clothes were creating. Harry stared wide-opened at the scene, hearing Malfoy's shout of pain in the background, thinking Wow! Why didn't I thought of doing that before?
And it was then that Malfoy raised his wand to curse him but Harry realized just in time and send another spell to him and -
"Locomotor -"
"- Totalus -"
"- Protego!"
BANG!
That was the last thing Harry remembered before awakening on the floor of the North Tower entry. One look around made him think he had imagined the explosion as everything seemed intact. But then, Malfoy was at his side, asleep it seems. Or maybe...
Harry pocked Malfoy's head with a finger to see if there was any reaction. None and Harry was suddenly - kind of - worried. He kicked Malfoy on the sheen this time - Ah, there it is groaning. Yes, Malfoy is alive.
Let's party.
Harry dull thoughts were interrupted when Malfoy seemed to be awaking. Harry did a double take: Did he actually wanted Malfoy finding him there so they can continue fighting and trying to take each other freaking heads off? Did he want Malfoy to know he had managed to make Harry unconscious - stunned each other actually but still - and give Malfoy a reason to gloat about? With that thought on mind Harry stood and started walking away as if nothing had happened. And he felt of cheating and acting as if he had won the duel, the idea was tempting enough. And so he turned when reaching the door so say something witty... But something didn't feel right. It was like something of the environment energy around him felt misplaced. Harry put that thought aside and thought about the perfect thing to tell Malfoy. Just as Malfoy stirred...
"Good luck next time," Harry said and he smirked.
Wow! He thought. When did I switch brains with Malfoy? I'm being a sadistic, cheating lying scum and I'm liking it! And he smirked against too.
With that he walked outside: one, two, three steps and -
Tug!
Something, an invisible force, had pulled from the back of his very being and sent him backwards to fall on his butt. And it hurt.
"MALFOY! Don't you know when to loose, you!" Harry shouted at him, turning to him. But Malfoy wasn't moving, not looking particularly malicious either. On the contrary he looked ruffled and limp, hysterical really. And Harry was looking at something else to care: Ah, yes, Malfoy's wand was on the floor five feet from reach. Had Malfoy cursed Harry without intending to? Wandless magic?
Harry frowned and stood again to cross the door, all the while glaring at Malfoy's direction. But this time he didn't reach to touch the door handle - he felt the same pull, alike a portkey pulling, pushing him backwards again. As if taken by the navel and with so much force it could only be magic. This time making Harry felt a little winded as he felt short if air all of the sudden. He landed feet away from Malfoy's feet.
"You prat!" Harry shouted in all fours. "You little cheating piece of scum, can't you just -" he crawled his way towards Malfoy -" be fair and -" Harry turned Malfoy who was face down to face him rather violently -"and admit I won!"
But just as Harry finished saying the thing, Malfoy flung his fist to hit Harry who was now on top of Malfoy - Harry's head dodged and Malfoy missed. It was Harry's chance and swelling with fury Harry got his fist at ready over his head and down to Malfoy's face -
Only it didn't. Without Malfoy doing a thing, Harry's fist dodged and missed Malfoy's face as if pulled by an invisible force.
Of course, Harry was too preoccupied about the fight to regard it as nothing else but a miss. His glasses must be faulty or something. Harry stood and got away from Malfoy. Somewhat something felt completely wrong with this picture, he knew as much, but finally he, well, dismissed it.
Harry looked back at him, again, Malfoy didn't look like having moved still. He did look somewhat pinker though, and bewildered. Harry decided he was still not feeling bothered by this, whatever Malfoy was doing, he wouldn't let him win!
Harry - pull and everything - started to the door again, and walked tough the incessant pull at his back, and walked thought the door -
And he was pulling Malfoy's body with him.
Harry tried again and it confirmed his thoughts: he was literally dragging Malfoy along with him. Somewhat, an invisible force seemed to tie the two together -
That didn't come out right.
And if his logic was logical enough (duh!) he was trapped in his worst nightmare:
He was glued to Malfoy.
.. Did you see that coming? ..
Harry thought it would be too early to arrive before 11, yet it was too obvious and risky to go at exactly midnight. But Malfoy did not give an exact time for meeting. And so Harry settled to meet Malfoy around 11 pm at the North Tower. Pity he and especially Ron had grown too tall and they won't fit together under the Invisibility Cloak. They tried making Hermione teach them how to disillusion themselves but she would lend no ears to their request. Finally Harry had resolved into going alone; he would deal with whatever was Malfoy planing with aid of the Invisibility Cloak just finely, for the first time earning disapproval from Ron about the issue.
Tapping into the spare parchment that was really the Maraunders Map and chanting the magic words, the spot in question was indeed going his direction. Malfoy seemed to be having second thoughts, though. He was standing only a few meters from the entrance to the tower where Harry was waiting, moving really slowly and stopping every now and then. Finally Malfoy arrived, which was more more less the same time Harry did, seconds of difference... though Harry thought it was longer.
Malfoy was alone, and that was what surprised Harry the most. Harry had already thought about stunning Crabbe and Goyle if one or both of them happened to be there with Malfoy. Malfoy on his part looked really pissed and Harry could only think how nice was to see him in such a circumstance; Malfoy was probably fearing Harry wouldn't show up. Ha! A taste of your own wand, Malfoy?
Harry shudder... even if he was becoming used to the Wizarding world way and expression that one just didn't come out right...
He saw Malfoy wrap his hand on himself, visibly shivering at the cold. Sadistic on Harry's part or not, he felt a somewhat pleasure as he watched. The Maraunder's Map showing no signs of the two goons, Harry finally decided that he would show himself, and he did, taking the Invisibility Cloak off him first and then stepping into the room. Malfoy immediatly took his wand out of his pocket and aimed it at Harry -
"Well, well," Malfoy said scathingly. "Famous Harry Potter gracing me with his presence finally! And about time - What took you so long might I ask -"
"Did you came here to talk or to duel, Malfoy?" Harry said.
"- Not the whole world can adapt for your facility, Potter," he added as if he hadn't heard what Harry had said, which make Malfoy look utterly pathetic, Harry thought.
"Well?" Harry said again. "To our business, shall we?"
Harry windrow his wand in one swift motion - Harry was sure to see Malfoy visibly jump at this raising his own wand at Harry. Harry smiled but ever so tauntingly. He was feeling no real humor on the situation, on the contrary he was quiet pissed.
"No Weasley or Granger?" Malfoy sudden question was unexpected.
Harry arched an eyebrow. "No Crabbe and Goyle?"
Malfoy smirked. "That's right, like a good dog - Impedimenta!"
Harry got to cast a shield charm on him, being that the spell required of more time to work. The spell bounced and was redirected at Malfoy's direction, but not quite, it blasted at Malfoy feet, but distracting him most surely - "Rictusempra!" Harry shouted and while he did he wondered if Malfoy had been practicing his defensive-offensive spells. Malfoy got to shield himself - Harry was quite a better dueler than Malfoy was, and Harry was aware of the fact. He almost -almost- felt sorry for Malfoy when he attempted to Locomotor Mortis Harry - Harry ducked feeling quite angry all of the sudden, like the spell had brought a horrible idea or thought on Harry's head - Malfoy was still too slow for the next curse Harry sent -
Only it was not Harry's intention to cast Reducio but Reducto. So instead of making Malfoy get one hell of a fright by shattering the mirror behind him the spell bounced and hit Malfoy's clothes making them several sizes too short for him... and going smaller.
Malfoy fell in his knees and grabbed onto something - that something being a particular part of his body that was only too sensible and ached ever so much because of the friction the each-time smaller clothes were creating. Harry stared wide-opened at the scene, hearing Malfoy's shout of pain in the background, thinking Wow! Why didn't I thought of doing that before?
And it was then that Malfoy raised his wand to curse him but Harry realized just in time and send another spell to him and -
"Locomotor -"
"- Totalus -"
"- Protego!"
BANG!
That was the last thing Harry remembered before awakening on the floor of the North Tower entry. One look around made him think he had imagined the explosion as everything seemed intact. But then, Malfoy was at his side, asleep it seems. Or maybe...
Harry pocked Malfoy's head with a finger to see if there was any reaction. None and Harry was suddenly - kind of - worried. He kicked Malfoy on the sheen this time - Ah, there it is groaning. Yes, Malfoy is alive.
Let's party.
Harry dull thoughts were interrupted when Malfoy seemed to be awaking. Harry did a double take: Did he actually wanted Malfoy finding him there so they can continue fighting and trying to take each other freaking heads off? Did he want Malfoy to know he had managed to make Harry unconscious - stunned each other actually but still - and give Malfoy a reason to gloat about? With that thought on mind Harry stood and started walking away as if nothing had happened. And he felt of cheating and acting as if he had won the duel, the idea was tempting enough. And so he turned when reaching the door so say something witty... But something didn't feel right. It was like something of the environment energy around him felt misplaced. Harry put that thought aside and thought about the perfect thing to tell Malfoy. Just as Malfoy stirred...
"Good luck next time," Harry said and he smirked.
Wow! He thought. When did I switch brains with Malfoy? I'm being a sadistic, cheating lying scum and I'm liking it! And he smirked against too.
With that he walked outside: one, two, three steps and -
Tug!
Something, an invisible force, had pulled from the back of his very being and sent him backwards to fall on his butt. And it hurt.
"MALFOY! Don't you know when to loose, you!" Harry shouted at him, turning to him. But Malfoy wasn't moving, not looking particularly malicious either. On the contrary he looked ruffled and limp, hysterical really. And Harry was looking at something else to care: Ah, yes, Malfoy's wand was on the floor five feet from reach. Had Malfoy cursed Harry without intending to? Wandless magic?
Harry frowned and stood again to cross the door, all the while glaring at Malfoy's direction. But this time he didn't reach to touch the door handle - he felt the same pull, alike a portkey pulling, pushing him backwards again. As if taken by the navel and with so much force it could only be magic. This time making Harry felt a little winded as he felt short if air all of the sudden. He landed feet away from Malfoy's feet.
"You prat!" Harry shouted in all fours. "You little cheating piece of scum, can't you just -" he crawled his way towards Malfoy -" be fair and -" Harry turned Malfoy who was face down to face him rather violently -"and admit I won!"
But just as Harry finished saying the thing, Malfoy flung his fist to hit Harry who was now on top of Malfoy - Harry's head dodged and Malfoy missed. It was Harry's chance and swelling with fury Harry got his fist at ready over his head and down to Malfoy's face -
Only it didn't. Without Malfoy doing a thing, Harry's fist dodged and missed Malfoy's face as if pulled by an invisible force.
Of course, Harry was too preoccupied about the fight to regard it as nothing else but a miss. His glasses must be faulty or something. Harry stood and got away from Malfoy. Somewhat something felt completely wrong with this picture, he knew as much, but finally he, well, dismissed it.
Harry looked back at him, again, Malfoy didn't look like having moved still. He did look somewhat pinker though, and bewildered. Harry decided he was still not feeling bothered by this, whatever Malfoy was doing, he wouldn't let him win!
Harry - pull and everything - started to the door again, and walked tough the incessant pull at his back, and walked thought the door -
And he was pulling Malfoy's body with him.
Harry tried again and it confirmed his thoughts: he was literally dragging Malfoy along with him. Somewhat, an invisible force seemed to tie the two together -
That didn't come out right.
And if his logic was logical enough (duh!) he was trapped in his worst nightmare:
He was glued to Malfoy.
.. Did you see that coming? ..