A/N: Yay! Reviews! Thank u all very very much for reviewing, it makes me feel very happy. I'm sorry if Draco's a lil' creepy but the poor boy does have some problems, but luckily he's dead sexy so that makes up for his creepy-factor, .
"That's a wall, Draco, what're you doing?" I growled angrily. My hands were shoved as far in my pockets as they would go, and I kept glancing around. I felt like somebody was watching me, but there was nobody in the lavish library but me and Draco.
Now that wasn't exactly comforting because Draco was possibly bipolar and I was beginning to think Draco had really lost it because he was yanking out random books and examining the empty spaces they left in the bookshelf.
"But I remember it being this one."
"Maybe your other personality remembers it being that book shelf." I sniggered.
"Do you take pleasure in being contrary?" The blonde hissed.
I laughed in response. Draco stormed off to the other side of the room, muttering to himself. I was really worried about him now, but I trotted carefully after him. He approached the farthest book shelf on the other side of the room and searched a moment before yanking a red leather bound book.
Suddenly the entire room began to shake, it felt as if the walls were rearranging themselves. I jumped a foot in the air and grabbed onto the nearest, non-shaking thing, which happened to be Draco.
He looked over at me and his blue eyes were once again alive with laughter and a subtle taunt. "I knew you missed me." I glared at him, but I didn't let go of his arm. I held onto him until the room stopped shaking, and even then I was still wary of the room, so I kept my grip on him tight.
A last of cold air slammed into us like a wall and I nearly squealed. Draco started to actually laugh. It was a nice sound, a warm sound. The bookshelf we stood in front of started to move to the side and all the bookshelves seemed to rotate in a circle around us, a tiny gap opened between the two bookshelves and Draco started to walk towards it. I kept my feet firmly planted on the wine red carpet, pulling Draco away from it.
"We're not going in there." I argued.
"Do I have to carry you?" Draco snickered.
"No, there is no way I'm going in some random tunnel! How do you there's not some psycho with a chainsaw hiding in there!" I babbled.
"Because…there's no logical way anybody but us could know which book to pull in order to open this passage." The older man explained in a bored voice. "Are you coming or not."
I looked wearily at the dark passage and again shook my head. "It's cold down there."
Draco slipped out of the fur coat and tossed it to me. A part of me was actually disappointed that he didn't want to share it with me. "Put it on."
I shrugged into the coat, but I still didn't want to willingly put myself in the dark. "I can't see anything."
"The lights are automatic, they'll turn on in a second." Draco sounded almost comforting. "And if you're scared you can hold my hand."
I jerked away from him and glowered at him. "I'm not scared!"
"So we can go now?"
I nodded. Draco smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. He started to walk into the tunnel and I glanced at the library one last time to make sure nobody was following us before slipping in after him. The second I stepped in I heard the bookshelves closing behind us, I stumbled forward and desperately groped for something to grab onto.
My hands wrapped around a metal railing of some sort and held onto it with all my strength. "D-D-Draco?" I stammered.
"I'm right here." Draco called back. His voice echoed slightly and I had actually no idea where he was.
Okay, so I'm a little afraid of the dark. I slowly lowered myself into a crouching position, hands still firmly on the railing. Blindly, I probed the air in front of me with one of my feet. I felt only air for a second before my foot planted itself on something a little farther down from this top platform. I think we were in a stair case.
I sat down on the platform I was on and slid my ass onto the next stair. The moment my butt touched the next cold stair I tensed up, waiting for something to leap out and kill me. When nothing did I opened one eye and glanced around in the darkness. I still couldn't see anything.
I continued this routine for a few more steps, sliding onto the next one and then waiting nervously for something to attack me. Finally I called to Draco, "Where're the lights?"
"They must be broken." Draco sounded as cool as ever. "Harry where are you?"
Now I panicked I was lost in the dark. "I don't know."
"Harry it's a stair case you can't get lost on it." Draco sighed. "Don't move."
I was more then happy to oblige. I scrunched my eyes closed and clung onto the hand rail for dear life. Suddenly I felt something grab me and I screamed.
"Harry it's me!" Draco hissed.
"Oh."
His arms wrapped around the small of my back and in an instant I was slung over his shoulder. All I could see was blackness, and panic rose in my throat, choking me. I couldn't see what was in front of me, I was unprotected. My head was spinning and tears trickled down my cheeks. "Draco!" I gasped.
I started to wriggled and struggle against him. I hardly even remember he was Draco, all I knew was that I was un protected, I was lost. There was no light, nothing to hold onto.
"Harry stop it!" Draco shouted. His voice was nearly dripping in panic and fear, and the fear in him only heightened my own paranoia and fear. I was shifted again and now I was pressed against something warm, I think it was Draco's chest. His one of his arms was now under my knees and the other was curled around my back.
"D-D-Draco?" I murmured.
"I'm right here, Harry. Relax, it's okay." Draco soothed. I buried my face into his chest and grabbed onto his suit jacket. I shut my eyes and pretended we were in the daylight and I was just closing my eyes.
"It's cold." I sniffled.
"I know, don't worry. It'll be warmer soon. We're underground now." Draco explained tenderly. "This is the secret way into the factory."
"Wasn't that the factory?" I asked.
"No, that was just a building we own, sometimes we use it for business meetings and such."
"Oh."
"I guess you were scared of the dark." Draco teased slightly.
I was thankful for the dark now because he couldn't see my blush. "Just a little bit."
He walked on and I made no protest. It was nice and warm in his arms, and I actually felt safe. Draco didn't seem at all afraid, he acted like he knew exactly what he was doing. Even if he had no idea what he was doing, I was still comforted by the fact that he wasn't panicked or nervous. "I'm going to take you right to your room, I don't think you're feeling all that well."
"No, I feel fine!" I protested.
"Always contrary." I heard a hint of a smile in his voice. "Hold onto my neck." I obeyed him and buried my face in his neck now. His arm left my back and pushed onto something. For a moment I tensed up, again I felt unprotected against the frigid darkness.
Suddenly a soft golden light flooded over us and I looked away from Draco's neck. I was a little blinded by the light for a moment. Draco gently set me on the ground and held onto me until I was stable. "What's this?" I asked.
My vision cleared and I saw we were in a large hall way. The ceiling was high and rounded, the walls all curved in as well. I looked behind us and saw a huge golden door, ornamentally decorated with all sorts of carvings. A red velvet carpet led the way from the large door all the way down that hall.
I walked over towards the carpet in wonderment, I couldn't take my eyes of the ceiling, it seemed to glow with a soft golden light. The room was so perfectly pristine. I looked back at the door we'd come through and saw there was nothing there, just a sleek white wall. "Where'd the door go!" I gasped.
"It's a secret passage, Harry." Draco shrugged. "Now, to your room?"
I could only nod and follow him. We walked down the red carpet and passed through a doorway, the doors themselves were as large as the room and made of pure glass that shimmered like jewels in the odd light of the room. Now the hallway branched off in three directions, but Draco kept walking straight.
I paused for a moment to peek into one of the branching halls. I couldn't see all the way down this new hall. In fact I could only see a few meters ahead of me before the hall started to get dark. "Draco? What's down here?"
"That is somewhere you shouldn't go." Draco growled. He grabbed my arm and practically yanked me away from the hall.
"Let go!" I protested loudly, swatting his hand off my arm.
"Don't go down there, Harry." The taller man hissed.
"Just tell me what's down there."
"Someday," Draco sighed mysteriously. I don't think he meant to be mysterious, he just had that aura of mystery about him. Even if Draco said, 'Excuse me can you please pass the salt.' It'd still sound mysterious. He turned on his heel and continued his walk.
I looked back at the hall and sighed before finding myself following him again. All this following on my part was starting to annoy me, but it was better then wondering around this freaky factory on my own. "Where are we going?" I asked, breaking the silence between us.
"Your room."
"Is there a tv?"
"I don't know."
I fell back a step, a little irked by his lack of response. I didn't like the silence in this place. I didn't like the way everything seemed to glow. And I hated the way Draco seemed to blend in with it all. "How do you feel about baby seals?"
Draco didn't stop walking to admonish me, or even call me stupid. "I don't care." He said. His voice was completely dead. It was almost like talking to a block of wood…a very, very sexy block of wood.
"You're a stalker." I offered. I was as always a few steps behind his long strides.
"Are you trying to irk me?" The blonde growled. He didn't even bother to stop walking, spin and freak the hell out of me. He just kept on going….like the energizer bunny.
I bit my lip and tried to keep my anger inside, it didn't work. "I'm talking to you and you don't even have the decency to stop and have a conversation with me!"
"Stop talking right now, Harry."
"What the hell is wrong with you!" I yelled. "You can't order me around!"
Suddenly I was slammed against the white walls I bit my lip again to hold in a yelp. Draco's larger body pinned me there, "What are you thinking!" Draco hissed. His hand was suddenly coming in a blur towards my face. I clenched my eyes shut, waiting for his fist to contact my face. It never did. I heard a loud bang resonate through the room and I opened one eye to see Draco's fist pressing dangerously against the wall.
I waited for him to say something, it took a moment for me to realize he wasn't going to. I noticed a thin trickle of red oozing down the wall from Draco's hand. "You hurt yourself."
"So observant aren't you." Draco snarled. However he didn't move, instead he pressed himself closer to me. His body shuddered for a moment and he rested his chin on the top of my head.
"Was it 'cause I yelled?" I asked sheepishly.
"You don't raise your voice near that hall, you don't go near that hall." Draco murmured.
I looked up at him with imploring emerald eyes. He turned his head away from me and started to push off the wall. I grabbed the wrist of his bleeding hand and his eyes jerked back to me in shock. In that moment I felt like it was only his eyes and mine. So many things flashed through his that I couldn't even read half of them. I saw that same fascination as outside, I saw fear, anger, laughter, and a hopelessness, a desperation that I just hadn't thought was in Draco.
He jerked away from me, without his warm body to hold me up I slid down the wall and limply crumpled to the floor. "You're not to come here again." Draco hissed coldly.
I looked up at him, now there was a space between us, a gap I couldn't cross. Once again he'd left the world of the mortals and became the god of ice. "I don't get you." I finally whispered.
"And pray to god that you never do." He turned away from me
"And why's that?"
"Because the day you understand me is the day you break." The taller man concluded. His dazzling blue eyes were dolls eyes, they looked dead. Now that I think about it, he does look as dead as those eyes, almost corpse like. His eyes looked like something had ripped out the emotion from his soul and his beautiful body untainted.
"People aren't made of glass, you fuck-face!" I hissed. Every time he started to become cryptic and act all high and mighty it drove me crazy. He made me so mad. His nostalgic look, and his darkly humorous words. I pushed myself off the floor and walked right up to him. He looked down at me, shocked again, and I shoved my face in his. "People don't break, bone's break, but people don't."
And then he laughed. "You are so innocent."
He walked away before I could slap him. He turned his eyes back to look at me, and those pretty blue eyes were dead again. He was like a doll, a beautiful doll, but ultimately, just a marionette waiting for its master to pull his strings again.
A/N: Okay so we didn't get to the factory this time…but we will next time, promise. .
