Magnetic Attraction
So, yes, here was Harry, glued to Malfoy by some strange force. Of course you can very well predict the first thought in Harry's head: WHAT THE F THAT PRAT WAS THINKING TO MAKE ME BE IN THIS POSITION I'M KILLING HIM SLOWLY PAINFULLY AND EVERYTHING I SWEAR!!!
-ehem- You get the idea.
And while this might be the first impression Harry was way smarter than that. Even Malfoy could not be that much of an idiot to provoke his own demiss when finding a way to provoque Harry's. No, Malfoy hadn't probably planned this out. This was a freaking accident, it was.
Still that didn't humor Harry.
No, seriously, who should be humored by that!
Harry brought his wand to point at Malfoy and told harshly, "Don't think you would be that much of a fool to really have me this close to you, knowing what I can do to you, are you, Malfoy?"
Malfoy was looking quite distressed himself. "I cannot even start telling just how wrong you are Potter, especially because you did this to us."
"I did this to us," Harry said infuriated. "Think I'm that much of a masochist? Who would ever be close to you, in every sense of the statement."
Malfoy was smirking a furious smirk as he stood up, his wand clutched and his teeth seemed to be sending sparks. "That didn't look like it this morning, did it, Potter? And what's more, I'm not over with you about that business - Incarcero -"
But Harry finished saying his curse quicker, the Blasting Charm, and sent Malfoy backwards with a explosion before Malfoy finished casting his.
Little detail of Harry being magnetized to Malfoy made its trick and, yes, Harry went flying forwards in a similar notion, at high speed, towards Malfoy as if pulled by an elastic band.
And, yes...
Harry landed on top of Malfoy with an audible thud, to Malfoy's dismay who felt the full weight of Harry landing with the force of a spell on him. Oh, yes, Malfoy really enjoyed it, probably as much as Harry whose spell backfired horribly. Harry was off Malfoy's lap in no time - mainly because of Malfoy's kicking - and when Harry looked up again Malfoy seemed to be trying to size Harry's front robes to start a muggle duel but for some reason his hand never reached Harry. Harry took this as an opportunity, he closed his fist, directed it at Malfoy -
(Now this is when the bizarre thing started.)
Harry's hand evaded Malfoy's face. Just like that and while both parties attempted to hit each other pitifully the -traitor- fists wouldn't meet their target. It was like Malfoy had a shield force all around his body which wouldn't let Harry get close to, what? Two inches? And Harry, was it just him or he had one as well?
Frustrated, Harry's final full-force fist went flying like that, avoiding Malfoy to finally be prey of the gravity force pulling Harry's body forwards, falling, and his fist meeting the floor.
Ouch.
That was it: Harry had been cursed. But he didn't react to it when a second fist went his direction - Harry didn't get a chance to move... and the fist missed. And it had to be the two most stubborn boys on earth because they keep attempting and they kept missing not getting the drift of it: to each the other was missing because it sucked at fighting while themselves were under a curse most certainly. But Harry was no unintelligent kid, was he?
"Arght - BUGGER!"
With the last attempt at hitting Malfoy, Harry gritted his teeth and groaned frustrated as he tried sizing Malfoy's wrists to stop him from hitting Harry as he thought about the situation. No use! His owns hands would betray him, and whatever else, Malfoy's wrist would keep avoiding him!
And so Harry screamed his frustration to be heard for half the school body which, of course, wouldn't be that pleased to know they were out of bed this late and doing what they were doing.... And that could have bothered Harry. If only he wasn't too busy trying to get his hand on Malfoy. Literally.
It was frustrating. Trying to beat him, yet the fists were avoiding Malfoy's face like they had a will of their own. Harry tried again. He tried strangling Malfoy. He tried harder to reach his skin... He put so much of his effort in it, his head seemed about to explode... His muscles were tense with putting all of his strength on it... He thought he was making progress --
--SCENE FADES TO...--
"You found them both like this?"
It was a professor's voice. McGonagall's voice, yes.
"- Don't know how... looking for troubles..."
Was that Flinch? Harry suppressed a groan. He was lying on a bed, he could tell as much.
"Should treat them - please let me -"
Madame Popfrey surely. The Hospital Wing. It made sense, after the duel with Malfoy... It kicked him, he had passed out. Why? And where was Malfoy now? Harry kept his eyes lids glued together concentrating hard on what they were saying, the professors.
"So you say this is indefinitely?" Ah, Dumbledore! Well, maybe he now gets to get away with it. Mmh... it still didn't make sense, what they were talking about.
"Well, I couldn't tell," Madame Popfrey said. "It is a very weird case. Only heard of it... Incredible, anyway... They surely casted it by accident. I am ...pretty clueless I am afraid. Still it seems to fade a little when the are asleep, so I guess it's got something to do with their mood."
"We can work with that." It was McGonagall. Ah, it was impossible to hear correctly if Madame Popfrey was looking the other way!
"How far can they get?" Dumbledore asked.
Huh?
"Well, it seems... Not getting away more than 20 foots between each other, yet not touching."
"A magnet."
This last line was a graver, somber voice. It was Snape, Harry was sure. Something seemed to shift within Harry, and with the nurse last line... could it be that there was a problem with him? With them?
Harry pressed his lips together and tried peeking though half-open eyes.
"Ah, Harry, good to know you are with us again."
Damn. Dumbledore's wit, his luck.
Harry fakes a yawn, trying to look clueless and looked at his side too. There, Draco Malfoy was awake but still. He was by the side of Harry, being pretty silent and not looking at him. Harry noticed he had a swelling in the right eye and looked quite drained, which he noticed with contempt too. It seems McGongall noticed because she started fuming.
"Well, I hope you are only too proud of yourselves."
Malfoy was still not moving, as if catatonic. Harry started to worry. Has he done some permanent mental damage to Malfoy?? Was he doing to be expulsed for that??
"Err," he said ever so wisely. Somehow, by the look of it, the permanent-mental-damage-to-Malfoy's-brain made sense. A part of him said 'yay' at the prospect. Another... a very tiny part of himself... might have... worried. Snape's disgusted sneer seemed to point that way, but no one made more comments.
OK, now Harry was winded. His mind seemed to have problems registering the information. What did happen during his duel with Malfoy again? He felt like he was forgetting something... something important... But, other than some strange dream with him dragging Malfoy to a door, which made no sense, he still couldn't place what has happening...
He looked at the professors once more, frowning. Something about the way they were looking at him got him gaping. "What happened!" he asked honestly confused.
... Mmh, where to start? Maybe with the fact that he has now magically tied to the body of no other but Draco Malfoy? Yeah, pretty much that.
. .. . More To come! . .. .
(Thanks! Thanks for all the lovely reviews!!)
So, yes, here was Harry, glued to Malfoy by some strange force. Of course you can very well predict the first thought in Harry's head: WHAT THE F THAT PRAT WAS THINKING TO MAKE ME BE IN THIS POSITION I'M KILLING HIM SLOWLY PAINFULLY AND EVERYTHING I SWEAR!!!
-ehem- You get the idea.
And while this might be the first impression Harry was way smarter than that. Even Malfoy could not be that much of an idiot to provoke his own demiss when finding a way to provoque Harry's. No, Malfoy hadn't probably planned this out. This was a freaking accident, it was.
Still that didn't humor Harry.
No, seriously, who should be humored by that!
Harry brought his wand to point at Malfoy and told harshly, "Don't think you would be that much of a fool to really have me this close to you, knowing what I can do to you, are you, Malfoy?"
Malfoy was looking quite distressed himself. "I cannot even start telling just how wrong you are Potter, especially because you did this to us."
"I did this to us," Harry said infuriated. "Think I'm that much of a masochist? Who would ever be close to you, in every sense of the statement."
Malfoy was smirking a furious smirk as he stood up, his wand clutched and his teeth seemed to be sending sparks. "That didn't look like it this morning, did it, Potter? And what's more, I'm not over with you about that business - Incarcero -"
But Harry finished saying his curse quicker, the Blasting Charm, and sent Malfoy backwards with a explosion before Malfoy finished casting his.
Little detail of Harry being magnetized to Malfoy made its trick and, yes, Harry went flying forwards in a similar notion, at high speed, towards Malfoy as if pulled by an elastic band.
And, yes...
Harry landed on top of Malfoy with an audible thud, to Malfoy's dismay who felt the full weight of Harry landing with the force of a spell on him. Oh, yes, Malfoy really enjoyed it, probably as much as Harry whose spell backfired horribly. Harry was off Malfoy's lap in no time - mainly because of Malfoy's kicking - and when Harry looked up again Malfoy seemed to be trying to size Harry's front robes to start a muggle duel but for some reason his hand never reached Harry. Harry took this as an opportunity, he closed his fist, directed it at Malfoy -
(Now this is when the bizarre thing started.)
Harry's hand evaded Malfoy's face. Just like that and while both parties attempted to hit each other pitifully the -traitor- fists wouldn't meet their target. It was like Malfoy had a shield force all around his body which wouldn't let Harry get close to, what? Two inches? And Harry, was it just him or he had one as well?
Frustrated, Harry's final full-force fist went flying like that, avoiding Malfoy to finally be prey of the gravity force pulling Harry's body forwards, falling, and his fist meeting the floor.
Ouch.
That was it: Harry had been cursed. But he didn't react to it when a second fist went his direction - Harry didn't get a chance to move... and the fist missed. And it had to be the two most stubborn boys on earth because they keep attempting and they kept missing not getting the drift of it: to each the other was missing because it sucked at fighting while themselves were under a curse most certainly. But Harry was no unintelligent kid, was he?
"Arght - BUGGER!"
With the last attempt at hitting Malfoy, Harry gritted his teeth and groaned frustrated as he tried sizing Malfoy's wrists to stop him from hitting Harry as he thought about the situation. No use! His owns hands would betray him, and whatever else, Malfoy's wrist would keep avoiding him!
And so Harry screamed his frustration to be heard for half the school body which, of course, wouldn't be that pleased to know they were out of bed this late and doing what they were doing.... And that could have bothered Harry. If only he wasn't too busy trying to get his hand on Malfoy. Literally.
It was frustrating. Trying to beat him, yet the fists were avoiding Malfoy's face like they had a will of their own. Harry tried again. He tried strangling Malfoy. He tried harder to reach his skin... He put so much of his effort in it, his head seemed about to explode... His muscles were tense with putting all of his strength on it... He thought he was making progress --
--SCENE FADES TO...--
"You found them both like this?"
It was a professor's voice. McGonagall's voice, yes.
"- Don't know how... looking for troubles..."
Was that Flinch? Harry suppressed a groan. He was lying on a bed, he could tell as much.
"Should treat them - please let me -"
Madame Popfrey surely. The Hospital Wing. It made sense, after the duel with Malfoy... It kicked him, he had passed out. Why? And where was Malfoy now? Harry kept his eyes lids glued together concentrating hard on what they were saying, the professors.
"So you say this is indefinitely?" Ah, Dumbledore! Well, maybe he now gets to get away with it. Mmh... it still didn't make sense, what they were talking about.
"Well, I couldn't tell," Madame Popfrey said. "It is a very weird case. Only heard of it... Incredible, anyway... They surely casted it by accident. I am ...pretty clueless I am afraid. Still it seems to fade a little when the are asleep, so I guess it's got something to do with their mood."
"We can work with that." It was McGonagall. Ah, it was impossible to hear correctly if Madame Popfrey was looking the other way!
"How far can they get?" Dumbledore asked.
Huh?
"Well, it seems... Not getting away more than 20 foots between each other, yet not touching."
"A magnet."
This last line was a graver, somber voice. It was Snape, Harry was sure. Something seemed to shift within Harry, and with the nurse last line... could it be that there was a problem with him? With them?
Harry pressed his lips together and tried peeking though half-open eyes.
"Ah, Harry, good to know you are with us again."
Damn. Dumbledore's wit, his luck.
Harry fakes a yawn, trying to look clueless and looked at his side too. There, Draco Malfoy was awake but still. He was by the side of Harry, being pretty silent and not looking at him. Harry noticed he had a swelling in the right eye and looked quite drained, which he noticed with contempt too. It seems McGongall noticed because she started fuming.
"Well, I hope you are only too proud of yourselves."
Malfoy was still not moving, as if catatonic. Harry started to worry. Has he done some permanent mental damage to Malfoy?? Was he doing to be expulsed for that??
"Err," he said ever so wisely. Somehow, by the look of it, the permanent-mental-damage-to-Malfoy's-brain made sense. A part of him said 'yay' at the prospect. Another... a very tiny part of himself... might have... worried. Snape's disgusted sneer seemed to point that way, but no one made more comments.
OK, now Harry was winded. His mind seemed to have problems registering the information. What did happen during his duel with Malfoy again? He felt like he was forgetting something... something important... But, other than some strange dream with him dragging Malfoy to a door, which made no sense, he still couldn't place what has happening...
He looked at the professors once more, frowning. Something about the way they were looking at him got him gaping. "What happened!" he asked honestly confused.
... Mmh, where to start? Maybe with the fact that he has now magically tied to the body of no other but Draco Malfoy? Yeah, pretty much that.
. .. . More To come! . .. .
(Thanks! Thanks for all the lovely reviews!!)