A/N: omfg, I can't believe I got over 15 reviews for one chapter:faints: THANK YOU ALL!
RoganLuvr: erm… well, since Harry blushed and stared, Draco jumped to conclusions, aka, thought Harry was thinking that Draco was beautiful… Good thing he was right :)
Dedications: Tiger of the Fire! Hon, u gave me the most wonderful review! Thanx for the advice too! It was just that so many ppl were getting impatient for Harry to find out. Dun worry, I'll slow it down now. Now that the chasing begins :evil grin:
Oh, and to me beta Lain-Iris too of course. U should go see her stories. They're hawt… :drools:
:wakes up from daydreaming because of me cousin (who's ten and can read English) poking me: AAAAAH! Don't look, don't look:tries to cover the screen where it's saying that Harry thought Draco was beautiful:
ahem… :pant pant…: now that the coast is clear :glares at cousin through the closed door: I can begin typing! Yay!
Chapter 6:
Knives made a snorting noise and Draco was snapped out of his thoughts. Oh yeah, he couldn't let himself be seen with his normal appearance. He quickly changed back to what he hoped was the fake appearance he quickly had thought up.
That was when he felt the trickly feeling and the wet sheets under him. His eyes widened and he quickly stood up from the bed, only to feel dizziness wash over him. Oh yeah, the concussion… He sunk down on the floor and waited until he could think clearly again.
He didn't know where he was and thus didn't know where the bathroom was either. Maybe Harry hadn't noticed the blood, since he hadn't mentioned anything about it to Draco.
This was so embarrassing.
He stood up again and walked right forward until he hit the wall with his outstretched hands. Then he started walking along the wall, feeling his way to a door. When he reached one, he searched for the handle and pulled it down. He just hoped this would lead him to a bathroom. He stepped out of the room and softly closed the door behind him.
Then he walked forward. And bumped into another wall. It came suddenly and it wasn't that good for his head to bump into so many things, right after the concussion.
The dizziness came over him again and he sunk down on the floor.
When he could stand again, he realised he didn't know which direction he came from. And then he realised he had forgotten Knives in his panic.
The word 'Fuck' couldn't even describe how he felt.
A sudden urge of banging his head against the nearest wall nearly took over him, but he resisted it. It wouldn't do any good to faint, only to have someone like Weasel find him.
He could now feel the blood trickle down his legs and he was definitely starting to get frustrated. Why couldn't Harry just return?
After waiting for about five minutes, he decided to take the matter into his own hands, and just find a bathroom, blind or not.
So, he spread his arms out wide and searched for the nearest door.
When he found one, he pushed down the handle and opened it. Almost tripping over the doorstep, he stumbled in, this time not closing the door. He felt around for a while, only to realise to his utter disappointment, that he had landed in a broom closet.
He was about to go out, when he heard a faint 'click' behind him.
…
This was not happening he decided. And so, he felt his way to the door opening, which he didn't find. The only thing he found was a closed door and when he tried to open it, he realised it was now a locked door too.
(outside, in the hall)
Crookshanks had wandered in the corridors for a while, trying to find an opened door, to stroke his back against. He was almost giving up when he spotted one. Happily purring he made his way to the door, pushed himself against it, only to almost fall backwards, when he unintentionally pushed the door shut.
Angry, he walked back to the living room and hopped on a studying Hermione.
(back to our victim)
He couldn't believe his luck. This was not something that happened in real life! This was something that stupid wannabe authors came up with in their soap opera world!
He banged his foot against the door and cussed as it started hurting. Then he tried to get a grip of himself. He would just have to wait for someone to walk in this corridor, he would hear the footsteps, and then he would call for help.
Satisfied with his 'plan' he tried to make himself comfortable.
Resulting in accidentally tripping over one of the brooms, the other foot landing in a bucket, more head banging and a very uncomfortable position.
XXxxx
Harry watched as Hedwig flew away, mind clear. He already felt exhausted, even though it was only four in the afternoon. Finding out that Malfoy was disowned and actually could behave civilly wasn't something he had been expecting.
And then the fact that he was gay.
Harry and Ron suspected it since fifth year, but Harry was still surprised.
Harry knew that he himself was at least bisexual. The long crush on Cho Chang had faded away and Harry began noticing other people. Mostly guys.
He had been frightened in the beginning and didn't know what to do. But as time progressed, he had learned to accept it that he also was attracted to men.
And the fact that Draco was gorgeous, didn't help exactly to keep him from blushing each time he saw him.
XXxxx
He didn't know how long he had been there. It could have been minutes, though it felt like hours.
And he was getting more and more frustrated.
Why couldn't someone, just anybody, walk down the hall and rescue him?
What Draco didn't know was that Sirius, in the summer before fifth year, had been so irritated by all the noise in the house, that he had put a silencing spell on all the doors. He hadn't bothered to look where the doors led to.
So, basically, Draco was stuck in a sound-proof closet with no wand. And no eye-sight.
So, basically , he was as good as screwed.
XXxxx
Harry, on the other hand, was getting nervous. He had come back to the room he left Draco in, with good news from Dumbledore, saying he was welcome to the castle, just to find that the room was empty.
That, and that he now had quite a nasty bruise on his forehead from when the angry dragon had collided with him.
Said dragon was now flying around helping Harry to search for Draco.
Harry had had a good idea where Draco might have gone – probably to the loo, since he was all bloody. But when he had looked in all the loo's in the house and the rooms that weren't locked, he didn't know anymore where to look. Draco didn't have a wand, so he couldn't have locked any of these doors.
And why would someone want to lock 'Michael' up? They were all good friends with him. 'Nah', he concluded. 'No one here would do that.' So Harry didn't bother looking behind the locked doors. Which was a very stupid thing to do.
A/N: er… this was just sort of a filler. Me beta is going to Rome on Tuesday, so I wanted to have this up before that. She will be staying a week, so don't be angry at me if u dun see a chapter up soon! I'll see if she's online today, and send it to her. So, ciao!