Title: Boggart in the Corridor
Prompt: 041 - Shapes
Word Count: 276
Rating: PG
The corridors were dark, for it had become after-hours long ago. Draco was quiet as he traversed the castle, though there was not truly a need for him to do so; he was a Prefect, after all, and was supposed to be on patrol.
As he rounded a corner, he suddenly heard what sounded like someone crying softly. Smirking to himself at the prospect of giving detention to a blubbering first-year, he headed toward the origin of the noise.
Much to his surprise, it was not a first-year at all, but another Prefect: Granger. Strangely, he did not know whether to taunt her or to slip away before she could see him.
He was not given the opportunity to decide, for at that moment she looked up. He said nothing, merely watched her as she watched him; both were wary of each other. Then her eyes slid away to where they had been before
Draco furrowed his brow and stepped closer, peering into the shadows upon which her eyes were so fixed. He almost gasped at what he saw. Potter was sprawled out, unmoving, with a frightened look within his otherwise vacant eyes.
"Potter's… dead?"
She shook her head. "R-riddikulus," she choked weakly. Instead of vanishing, Potter became Weasley. Then he understood; it was a boggart.
He strode forward and stepped before it. Instantly, its shape was changed, and he stifled his sudden intake of breath.
"Riddikulus," he commanded, and then the boggart was gone. Before Granger could see what shape it took.
"There are many things to fear for now," he muttered, half to her, half to himself, as he walked away, leaving her behind.
