Hi there... I know it's been like three months but I'm back! So my father stepped on my laptop and I was freaking out! then about two months later I realized that I can just plug it into the T.V. Smart right? okay so i am seriously sorry that I haven't been updating but hopefully I can change that. So here you go anther chapter for your reading pleasure... Oh and please review!
I searched the dusty old shop, but the git was nowhere to be found.
"Can I help you with something dear?" an ancient man asked from behind the counter of the shop.
"Yes I'm looking for my friend. He's about ye tall, skinny as a string bean, annoying face."
"Oh yes master Malfoy headed straight for the cellar. Didn't even bother to ask permission." the old wizard pointed to a flight of stairs then lead to a dark and mysterious abyss.
"Do you mind if I go in there after him?" I asked politely.
"Not at all. Just try and be careful. There's a lot of wizard history down there so don't go flinging spells all willy nilly." he warned.
"I'll be careful, I promise."
The air was thick and moist. It smelled of rotting wood and soggy paper and somewhere in the dark and endless room a snowball throwing bastard was hiding.
"Lumos." I whispered the basic spell, banishing away the darkness and any chance I had of sneaking up on Draco. Once the light filled a small portion of the room I could hear a small tapping coming from only a few feet in front of me. I took a few steps forward only to see a grand chest. It was so big I bet me Hermione and Ron could fit in with enough room left over for a house elf.
It slowly rocked back and forth tapping against the bookshelf it sat in front of.
"Got you." I giggled to myself before reciting one of the many spells that Hermione had me practicing over and over "Alohomora!"
The lid to the chest flew open and out flew dozens of tiny blue creatures. They tugged at my hair and chocked me with my scarf, all while laughing in evil little high pitched voices.
"Get off me!" I started yelling. Hermione certainly hadn't prepared me for this. Frantically I threw my limbs through the air. Kicking, punching, and fighting as hard as I could. I punched four of them in the gut before the flock finally broke the cellar window and went on to terrorize some other poor wizards.
"What's going on down there?" I heard the ancient man yell from above.
"Nothing just knocked over a few tomes, No damage." I lied. "What were those things?" I asked myself, Picking up my belongings from the floor. Somehow they managed to get my hat, scarf, and coat off my body (one of the little buggers even gave me a wedgie)
"Cornish Pixies." a deep voice called from the corner. I turned around to see Draco obviously trying to hold in a fit of laughter.
"You saw me get attacked and didn't do anything?" I quickly picked up the heaviest book and chucked it at him.
"Oh like you wouldn't have sat in the corner and had a laugh. If that was me being attacked you would have been on the floor laughing without a second thought."
"I would have helped…. Eventually." a small smile spread across my lips. "So why exactly did you throw a snowball at my backside then run in here?" I asked, smile still wide on my face.
"I was hoping I could talk to you…. In private." he stepped closer to me.
"Do we ever talk in public?" I joked.
"If insults count then yea, we talk in public all the time." we both laughed. A few moments of silence passed by.
"So what was it you wanted to talk about exactly?"
"Oh right. Well I wanted to know if perhaps you would like to stay down here with me for a little while. We can wait till everyone else is gone then go have a butter beer at the three broomsticks." his excitement melted my heart. He actually though this up on his own and took the time to show me that he wanted me there.
"That sounds wonderful. But I can't" his smile faded, as did mine. "I have to meet everyone back at the shrieking shack in fifteen minutes."
"And by everyone you mean Potter." He sneered. If I didn't know any better I'd say he was jealous.
"Yes Harry will be there, but Ron and Hermione will too. Draco don't be mad I made these plans before you even asked me out." of course me telling him not to be mad just made it worse.
"I didn't ask you out! I saw you with Weasly and felt sorry for you. I was just trying to be nice and get you away from that pathetic excuse for a wizard." Harsh.
"Don't do that!"
"Do what?"
"Get all pissed off at me and say things you don't mean!" the sweet conversation had turned into a yelling match.
"Well then stop ditching me to hang out with Potter and Weasly!"
"They're my friends!"
"Oh and I suppose Finnigan is your 'friend' too." He put air quoted around friend.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I don't know why I bothered asking. I knew what it meant. I guess I just was hoping for a different answer.
"Don't play dumb. I see him making kissy faces at you in the great hall. And I see how you laugh at all the stupid things that come out of his mouth."
" He flirts with me so what and I laugh at him because he's funny Draco. He's a moron yes but he's a funny moron." We'd gotten closer in each others faces over the coarse of the argument. "Draco please stop trying to poke holes in this. I would love to go to the three broomsticks with you tonight, but I already made plans."
"I just don't think I can play second fiddle to Potter anymore." and with that he left me. Alone and confused and wanting to slap Seamus across the face for every time Draco saw him blow me a kiss.
Wow I feel like every conversation they have ends in a fight... oh well. Good news! Christmas at the Weasly house is creeping closer and Olivia gets to meet Fred and George! REVIEW!