HIDDEN (D.M)

R A I N

"To talk." He steps away from the broom making it fall to the grass. With each step closer to me I take a step back not wanting to be near him. A dangerous smirk appears on his face with each step closer to me.

I've always been scared of what Malfoy is capable of but it was always in the castle where someone could walk by at any second.

But out here it's just me and him, one small mistake and it could be the end of me. I know he doesn't like me and his excuse might be stupid but his actions will still contain hatred. I have no idea what he could possibly mean by talking. I don't want to talk to him, coming up with a good lie won't be easy.

"Talk about what?" I timidly ask, taking another step backwards as he takes a step forward.

He doesn't respond, he just cautiously takes another step forward. My stomach jumps to my throat as I feel the air closing in on me. I've seen these situations in movies and the girl usually dies in the end or fall in love.

I think the first option is more fitting.

Without a second thought I turn around and let my fear take control and start running. I move quickly trying to do anything but make him be close to me. The sky rumbles as it goes to dusk, wizards being the ancient people they are, it will get dark very soon.

I look over my shoulder to see him just walking towards me not bothering to run after me, making this situation the more wild. He just keeps a straight face as he walks towards me, his fingers still playing with his rings.

It's like a hunter hunting its prey.

I look away and see in the near distance tall oak trees, I turn to my right and head for the trees. Maybe I can lose him and try to find my way back to my broom, or maybe I can try to climb a tree to see where I am or hide. Either way I want to take my chances.

I run into the the high oak trees, I stop to take a quick breath seeing as I forgot to breathe in those few moments. I hear a crunch sound from nearby making me run to my feet once again, I really wish I had my wand.

I take off my quidditch robes feeling very hot all of the sudden as my cheeks turn red.

I frantically look around to see where I could climb or hide. I hear muffled steps get closer as I'm thinking of where to go. Fuck it, with no time to fully think I hide behind a tree holding my breath thinking he could hear me if I made any type of noise.

The sky thunders and droplets of water start pouring down like crazy, each rumble making the rain fall faster. The tree I'm under gives me a bit of shade from the water but it still makes my clothes get very wet. I slightly turn my head to where the sounds were coming from, my adrenaline courses through my veins in suspense of where he could be.

A semi distant shadow appears just a few trees in front of me. I turn my body so he wouldn't see any part of me, the wide oak tree covering me from him. I hear footsteps get closer with each breath I take. I put my hand over my mouth muffling my breathing, I turn my head again to see where he could be now but nobody was there. Just the sound of the pouring rain and the look of the grand trees.

"Come out come out." He cooes. His voice seemed so far yet so close, the only sound progressing in my brain is my breathing and the rain. The sound of the dense rain drops making a splash as it hits the ground. Each drop making me soaking wet and the earth's ground muddy.

I slightly step towards the right as he comes in my vision to my far left. Making my shoe dig a bit to the mud as I put pressure on my foot. My clothes stick to my body from the wetness, my tight jeans feeling uncomfortable. But that's the least of my problems.