Title: Petty Fears and Favors
Prompt: 074 - Dark
Word Count: 189
Rating: G
"Hurry up, Granger," Draco said irritably. It was late, and Prefect duties had only just ended for the night. Yet the Gryffindor was walking slowly in front of him, only a few paces ahead, and each time he stopped, so did she, as if waiting for him, or stalking him (but in reverse). Just as odd was the fact that, instead of migrating toward the Gryffindor Tower straightaway, she was progressing deeper into the Slytherin dungeons.
"Don't be stupid, Mudblood," he sighed. "I don't know what's wrong with you, but—"
"It's dark," she whispered, and she crossed her arms protectively over her chest in a highly un-Grangerish manner.
"You're afraid of the dark?" he demanded in disbelief. The corners of his mouth twitched dangerously.
Graner didn't respond, merely sniffed.
Pathetic, he thought gleefully, whilst shaking his head. But as amusing as it was, he needed to shake her off lest she follow him into his common room.
Draco reached out and grasped her shoulder roughly. "If you tell anyone," he threatened, "it's your precious Potter who'll pay."
Granger nodded mutely as he steered her up the next stairway.
