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The hallways were cold and dark. I could barely see as professor Harry held onto my shoulder tightly.

Leading me through the familiar hallways, he didn't speak, and neither did I.

The complete silence allowed me plenty of time to think.

What if Louise has already told on us?

I could just ask Harry to let me go but I doubt he would. And even if so, he'd wonder why I had to leave in such a rush.

As we continued down the hall, I noticed that the path we were taking was different than the one I usually took to my dorm.

- "Harry? Where are you taking me?"

He didn't answer, he simply continued to drag me through the long corridor.

A turn here, and another there, which eventually led to the very familiar bedroom.

His bedroom.. Again.

- "Why? I thought you were going to bring me to my dorm?" I asked again, curious as to why he'd lie.

Shaking his head, he unlocked the door and shoved me into the bedroom. The shove was light, but aggressive enough to warn me he probably wasn't in the best of moods.

I stood still for a few seconds, staring around the room.

It was slightly more tidy than the last time, but decently sized messes still scattered the floor and the oak stained desk in the corner of the room.

Still, dried dark blood stained the creamy wall where he had smashed his fist on my last visit.

- "You haven't gotten around to cleaning up, I see."

For some odd reason, I had this cocky attitude around him that was completely inevitable.

He scoffed at me, pointing his long lanky fingers towards his bed.

Without hesitation, my legs casually brought me to the large mattress.

Chucking my right leg up, I used my upper body strength to drag me on to the silky softness of his queen bed.

Turning around, I sat on my bum facing him. He simply stood at the door watching me.

I stared back with narrow eyes a few moments, but his still facial expression never faltered.

- "Get to sleep." He said ever so impromptu.

- My brows instantly went up about a foot. "Excuse me."

- "What do you mean excuse me," He teased. "Go ahead, sleep."

I shook my head in confusion, still on the very edge of his bed in this accustomed place, watching him.

- "I'm not sleeping here," I said, looking down at my feet.

I wiggled my toes nervously, watching them dance for a few seconds until the loud smacking of his shiny black boots caught my attention.

- "Yes," he said sternly. "You are."

Rapidly, I shook my head in disagreement. There was no way I was sleeping here.

I'd not only get myself into heaps of trouble, but him as well.

He came slightly closer and I gulped down my fear, lacing my hands onto my knees to keep my gown closed.