The Game Of Love
Disclaimer: It's not mine. I wish it was, I need the money.
Chapter 10
'Damn it!' he thought as he checked his reflection in the mirror. A red hand mark that was on his face the night before had gotten, if possible, even worse.
It was sore when he touched it and the red hand mark wasn't that helpful either.
"Trouble in paradise?" said the voice from the mirror.
He gritted his teeth,
"None of your business. I don't think I would ever say this but I wish Hogwarts had Muggle mirrors, at least they don't talk back!"
He sighed. 'Oh, well,' he thought, 'At least it couldn't get any worse.'
"What happened to your face?" said a loud voice behind him.
He turned around to see the intruder when he realised his mistake.
"Whoa!" Blaise walked over to him and studied the red mark on his face.
He tried to touch it but Draco slapped his hand away.
At that, Blaise started to laugh.
"Shut up!? It's not that funny!" he said.
Blaise was clutching his sides and got up to look at him, "She did it? Didn't she? Man, does it look bad."
Draco didn't want to answer him so he turned away instead and studied his face in the mirror once more. He winced.
This made Blaise burst out with laughter again.
"She did do it! Ha! You are such a loser. You let the same girl slap you twice!!"
"Shut up Blaise!! The first was a fluke but the second time-" he stopped and considered what to say, "The second time was a fluke too!"
"What? How could it be a fluke twice?" his friend asked.
"...... it's not for you to decide if it was a fluke or not, I am. And for the record it was a fluke... Twice. I consider myself lucky though, she was going to kill me," he said.
"And why did she want to kill you? Though I've got plenty of reasons to do so," his friend said.
"It was because...." He started to say but didn't want to continue.
"Hopefully it wasn't because you kissed her. You didn't, did you?" He was answered by silence.
"You did do it! You idiot! Do you want to get yourself killed?" Blaise exclaimed.
"No! It's just that I didn't expect that, I mean what kind of girls don't want to be snogging me?" he asked.
Blaise snorted, "I know a few who definitely don't."
Draco grabbed a pillow off his bed and threw at Blaise's face, but he easily dodged it. "Don't you ever shut up and keep your comments to yourself?"
"No. I don't like to keep things bottled up inside, especially when they're funny."
"Whatever. You wouldn't know a Concealment Charm would you?" asked Draco.
"No, heard of it though, I don't think it's too hard."
"Okay then, ah... do you know where I'll find that spell?" he asked.
Blaise shrugged. Draco groaned. "You're a dumb ass!" he checked his watch, "I'm going to the library, I know there will be a book on it there."
He grabbed his wand and his cloak and walked quickly to the library, making sure there wasn't anybody who saw him. he hid behind a bookshelf and peeked around the corner.
He ran to the Charms book shelf and looked around to make himself double sure no one would see him. He reached up to grab a book. He read the title, Concealment Charms for All Skin Problems.
This would do.
Just as he was about to walk out from the rows of bookshelves, he heard two people whispering.
"Did you hear about Filch?"
"No, what happened?"
"They say he was trapped in a room full of Pixies, tied to a chair by his own whips, gagged and half his clothes were ripped to shreds, and that horrible Mrs. Norris stuck on the chandelier, Pixies terrorising her."
There was a chorus of laughs as the two people walked away. Draco smirked evilly.
"What are you doing?" asked a voice. He didn't need to turn around to know who it was, and he didn't want to either but somehow, he looked at her anyway.
She started laughing a fit of giggles when she saw his face. Clutching her sides, she said in little gasps, "I ... did... that!!!"
Draco gritted his teeth and growled. She tried to contain her laughter and walked over to him.
She took the book out of his hands and read the front, "Concealment Charms for All Skin Problems." She handed the book back to him which he snatched back.
"If you want a Concealment Charm, why didn't you ask me?" she asked.
"Because I don't like you," he muttered, but she didn't quite catch that.
"Here let me help you," she said and moved towards him. He took a step back warily.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"I don't trust you," he said, "Why would you do such a thing for me?"
She shrugged, "I don't know, I feel guilty about yesterday."
"Right," he said sarcastically.
"No, really, I want to help you."
He looked at her to see any signs of deceit. He scanned her face. She had a sort of puppy dog eye thing going on and a tiny little pout too. God! She looked innocent. He wanted to say no but something made him mumble, "All right."
She smiled and wiped out her wand. She waved and muttered something and drew her wand back. She whipped out something from her pocket and withdrew a small mirror which she tapped twice.
"Wow Granger, I never you knew you owned a mirror, well not to look at yourself anyway," he said, trying to be witty.
"Ha ha, very funny Malfoy," she said back. She gave the mirror to him so he could check his face. He took it and looked. What he saw made him feel much better. The red hand mark had disappeared and what was left in its place was his normal pale skin. He touched the spot where it had been.
"Ouch!" he exclaimed loudly. He shot a look at her clearly saying, 'What did you do??"
"Well of course it still hurts, the mark only disappeared, not the actual pain too," she said, rolling her eyes.
"Oh," he said stupidly. He checked his watch. He'd better go to the Great Hall to get some food. He placed the book in his bag, just in case the spell had any side affects.
"I've got to go, see you later," he said and rushed out of the library. He didn't notice her evil little smirk as he ran off.
He arrived at the Great Hall in no time. When he walked in, he got a few stares, some even looked very shocked. Some even pointed.
As he made his way over to the Slytherin table, even more people started to stare. 'Okay, I know I'm good looking but this is ridiculous!' he thought.
He sat down next to Blaise. Even he was staring too.
"Is- is that you Draco?" he sputtered.
"Of course it's me you twit!" he snapped at Blaise.
Blaise swallowed and continued on, "Have you seen your reflection recently? And I mean very recently?"
"Yes, you idiot! This morning in my room!"
"Errr...well, look now," Blaise said. He pulled out a pocket mirror and showed Draco what everybody else saw. His face went extra pale.
'Granger is going to pay for this!' he thought viciously.
A/N: hey!! Im sorry this took so long! As soon as I got back to school I had so much homework and stuff! Damn teachers and School!! Well anyways review if you want the next chapter!!!!!!