Title: Deadly Encounter
Author name: Muffaa
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The macho man is very ill. His meeting with the bookworm turns fatal.
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Special note: Sorry for the small spelling mistakes and the short chapters! Having a writers block here sadly ( But I'm hoping to get back into the story seeing as all important deadlines and exams are over! ) You can either jump in pleasure or scream in pain, as long as you review ;)

Chapter Three: The Map

Suddenly someone enters the room. Draco could only se the silhouette of a person his age walking into the room, closing the door behind him. Quickly Draco swept into a corner before the other person could se him. "Lumos", a boy's voice whispered. A blue light filled the room.

What the hell was he doing here?

Draco thought, making sure he didn't say it out loud. The boy didn't move.

The boy was looking at a piece of paper in his hand. Draco couldn't see his eyes in the dark but he knew their colour.

How many times hadn't he looked into those eyes?

The boy's hair though, was clear as ever. That's what told Draco who it was. Never had he seen that black mop of hair tidy, ever.

"Harry?" Draco said very quietly. Harry looked shocked around the room. Draco stepped out from the shadows.

"Draco? What the hell are you doing here?" Harry said in a shaken voice. His eyes gleamed of fear and he took a few steps back.

"I came here to think, but I hid when you came in." Draco explained. "But what are you doing here? And what is that paper?"

Harry looked down into his hands, obviously thinking of what to say. His eyes finally came to rest upon Draco again. Oh, those eyes Draco thought. What a colour, what a… Draco was interrupted with mumbling from Harry's mouth.

"I, well, um," he began. After taking a few deep breaths he continued, "It's a map."

"A map?" Draco asked confused. What map could he be holding, and did it lead him here?

"Yes, um, the Marauders map." Harry whispered carefully. His throat had gone dry.

Could it really be the Marauders Map! No, it couldn't, no. Draco's thoughts raced from one question to the other. How did Harry get a hold of the Marauders Map? How could he make it work! Draco couldn't talk.

"How? Why? When? What?" Draco said, asking all the questions at once. Harry, realising Draco's shock, slowed down the pace.

"Relax Draco, breathe," He said in a half serious, half mocking voice. "Let's take this one question at a time."

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