Rain
By: Who Else? Me
Chapter Eleven
"The Game"
Dorothy stared up at the ceiling of the girls' dormitory, her feeling of unease about "the game" with each minute that passed. She hadn't gotten a wink of sleep and it was already 6:12 AM, only three hours and eighteen minutes until she would be standing in the Quidditch pitch with Draco Malfoy, discussing the rules of his so called game. The sun was beginning to rise and she felt so tired but her mind just wouldn't allow her to sleep.
Deciding that she wasn't going to get any sleep soon, she sat up on her bed, retrieved some clothes from her trunk, dressed and left the common room, to stroll around the school before her play date with the Slytherin boy. As she stepped out of the portrait hole, she saw someone waiting for her. Someone with bright blonde hair and grey eyes. Draco Malfoy.
"Were you going to wait until I woke up at about 8:30?" Dorothy asked, walking by him.
"Yes. I would've waited until ten."
"Don't talk to me that. It's not like I'm your girlfriend." Dorothy felt a pang of annoyance but continued to walk down the stairs.
"That statement might be different after today," replied Draco, catching up with her and giving her a sly smirk.
"What have you planned, Draco? I'd like to get this over with. I'm really very tired today. I couldn't sleep last night because of all of the horrible things I thought you might do to me during this little 'game' of yours."
"Horrible things? Now, why would I do that to you?" His voice sounded of false hurt. "And you'll have to wait until 9:30 to find out."
Dorothy sat at the Gryffindor table for breakfast and Draco sat at Slytherin, as usual, but both of the students became surrounded by people.
"Oh, Dorothy, you could always skip out of it. You don't want to get in trouble. I just know that Draco's planning something awful," whispered Hermione, sitting down next to her.
"I'm not so sure, he seems a slightly decent person."
"Decent? Don't make me laugh," said Ron sitting on the other side of Hermione and adjusting his prefect badge. "The Malfoy's haven't got a single decent bone their bodies. Besides, someone who goes around calling muggle borns, like Hermione, mudbloods, can't be good in the slightest."
"Really? He hasn't called me a single name except for Dorothy and he knows that I'm half muggle," replied the dark-haired girl after swallowing a bit of scrambled eggs.
"Honestly?" Everyone around the table seemed to be in shock.
"He must like you, Dorothy!" squealed Lavender Brown.
"I can't see that happening," replied Hermione. "He's a Slytherin and she's a Gryffindor. They're practically enemies because of that. Also, Draco's a pure blood, what would he want with Dorothy if she's only half, no offense."
"None taken. It is rather curious, though. He acts totally different when he's around me. At least different from what you tell me."
The Gryffindor girls squealed and dispersed as Draco slowly approached. He was followed by Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle who all looked a little displeased about something.
"Are they coming too?" Dorothy asked, referring to the three Slytherins behind Draco.
"No, they're just seeing us off," he replied. When Dorothy looked up at Pansy, the pug-faced girl ran a finger across her own throat as a warning and Dorothy's eyes flashed.
"Let's go, Dorothy," said Draco and gesturing for the three people behind him to leave.
Dorothy followed closely behind Draco, feeling more nervous than the night before. Her body was tense and her head ached and pictures of torture kept running across her mind. She stared at the back of his head as they entered the pitch and Draco picked up his broom. He handed it her and said in a slightly demanding voice, "Get on."
"But, why...?"
"I said, get on." His voice was a little bit irritable so Dorothy did as she was told and got on. "Okay, the name of the game is 'Blindfolded Flying.'"
"B-blindfolded!? Are you crazy?! That could kill me.!!"
"I won't let you die. You shouldn't worry so much. I'll help you. Now the point of the game is to go through each of the six hoops...upside down," Draco's sly grin was getting bigger as he explained. "I'll say hot or cold if you're getting closer or farther from the hoops. Don't worry, if you fall off, I'll catch you."
"I really don't like this game, Draco, it's scary! Hey, are you listening?" Draco had begun to tie the blindfold onto her face and she was really tense now.
"Yes, I'm listening but that's too bad. You lost and the deal was if you lost you had to play a game with me; my choice, my rules. You shouldn't have lost. Now, do you think you're ready?"
"I think I'm as ready as I'll get for a dangerous game I've never played, so let's start this so we can get it over with."
"Okay, no kick off from the ground and we'll get started."
Dorothy took a deep breath and kicked off from the ground, hard. When she thought she was at a good height she stopped the broom. Following the instructions, she forced herself upside down and clung to the broom for dear life and proceeded slowly in the direction of where she thought the hoop was.
"Colder! Move to the left a little bit. That's right. Good. Now go forward a little more, and up a little." Dorothy felt something cold rub up against her arm and smiled. A hoop. "Good job. That's one, only five more to go. No! You're going the wrong way! Turn around! You're arcti—warmer... a little bit further. Stop! Turn left, directly left." She felt another hoop graze her arm then heard Draco's voice getting a little louder as he found a broom and glided up to her on it.
"This is scary, Draco. I don't want to play anymore. My head hurts and I'm starting to feel dizzy..."
"Just hang on; you only have four hoops left. That's it a little bit to the left, a little more. Got it! See, only three more now. You can turn right side up until we get to the other side of the pitch."
Dorothy gladly accepted that offer and let Draco guide her toward the other hoops. She rolled over so that she was upside down again and began to move forward. The next hoop was pretty easy; it didn't take as long as the rest because she trusted Draco a little more. The fifth hoop presented the most problems because her head was throbbing and it felt like it was about to explode. She felt dizzy and nauseous and her sleepiness was grabbing a hold of her once more.
"D-Draco...I can't...I can't—"but before she finished her sentence, she'd lost grip on the broom and was plummeting toward the ground.
She was too tired and weak to say anything or to even scream and just as she thought she was going to hit the ground, someone grabbed her, saved her. She clung onto that person, her body shaking violently and her head pounding. The person holding her lowered his broom to the ground and sat there for a moment, holding her close to him.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she heard Draco say, in a panicky voice. It was him holding her and for a moment she wanted to throw him off of her but she had neither the strength nor the will-power to do it at the moment.
She felt his cold hand pull the blindfold from her face and the tears began to roll down her face freely. She felt so afraid at the moment when she thought she was going to die, so helpless, and she didn't like the way that felt. She gripped his shirt and shuddered harder, choking out sobs as the boy holding her rocked slightly. His hand started stroking her hair lightly and she began to calm down, feeling the blood rush back to her body. When she had regained a little strength back, she looked up at him.
"You win, okay? You're better than I am. Are you happy now?" she asked in a hoarse voice. Draco looked like a mess of worry and misery at the same time.
"I didn't want to prove I was better than you. I was just having a little bit of fun. Don't be mad," he sounded really sorry and she couldn't stay mad.
A/N: OHHH the romance!!! I like it! I sooo totally like it!! I don't have much to say right now because I do have a headache and a back ache and I'm tired. I spend way too much time on the computer and I think it's affecting my judgment and my brain. I'm sooo sleepy. R&R! Please don't comment on the Mary-Sue-ness! I warned you! Ciao.
WEM