Silent Screams

Quidditch

Josie's Pov:

It was freezing.

I forgot my bloody robe in the potion classroom and now I'm sitting here with Draco Malfoy himself in a dark storeroom. The universe really must hate me.

I stood up and looked in some boxes. Maybe there would be some old clothes too, but I had no luck. I sighed and sat back down, right where I was before. I glanced at Malfoy. His head leaned back against the cabin, his eyes glued to the ceiling.

I hugged my legs, hoping to get a bit warmer, and closed my eyes.

Suddenly I felt something get thrown on my feet. I flinched, as I opened my eyes again. He had thrown his Slytherin robe and just gave me a stern nod before he sat back down.

I hesitantly grabbed it and put it on. It was slightly too big for me, but that just made it cozier.

"Thank you," I said softly as he scoffed.

"Don't get the wrong idea, Potter. I still don't like you," he answered and I just rolled my eyes. He can't even be nice for once.

We sat there for a while, no one really knew what to do.

"Merlin, it's so bloody dusty in here!" The blonde said and wrinkled his nose. "Yeah, Snape should've let us clean this room instead," I replied with a slight grin.

"Yes, if he wanted to give us detention till we would leave Hogwarts," he smirked.

I chuckled at the thought. Snape would probably even want to do that sometimes. I stood up again, to explore the room. I mean we are stuck in here anyway, so why not? I softly stroked over some old books, that lay on a dusty bookshelf, that looked like it could collapse any moment. Draco watched my every move curiously.

When I reached the end of the room, I reached out for a box, that was hidden behind some old brooms. I took the box in my hand, blew some dust off it, and slowly opened it. Malfoy, who was now standing next to me with curious eyes, watched closely, to see what was in the box.

"No way!" I said in disbelief. Draco next to me began to laugh hardly. Shortly after I couldn't hold it in myself and began to laugh just as hard.

In the box were old pictures of professor Snape as a toddler. And the first one we saw was him, just in his diaper (That was clearly not clean), as he held a Barbie in his hand. Oh, and he was crying...

Probably because the head of the Barbie was laying on the ground next to him.

Why would he keep these here?

Malfoy and I were both holding our bellies. I'm definitely gonna keep this picture!

"I can't believe he hides them here!" Draco said as we calmed down a little still chuckling. "Why would he even want to keep them anyway?" I asked seriously curious, as I began to laugh again. I stuffed the picture in a pocket, put the box back, and let myself fall on the ground again.

Draco did the same. "Do you think they'll find us?" I asked softly after some time.

He looked at me for a moment, seriously thinking about what he should answer. "Yes, I think they will. They have to." He said and I saw him shivering slightly.

"Do you want your robe back?" I asked him, already standing up. He shook his head. " No, keep it. I'll be fine," I furrowed my brows. "But you are obviously cold," I stated. I actually began to feel bad for having his robe. I mean it was my fault after all.

"I'll survive. Just keep it," he said now sternly. I began to smirk. "Oh, so someone cares about my well-being?" I teased and I saw his face fall. "Of course not! I just don't want to hear your complaining," he hissed. I laughed. "Riight."