I jump to my feet in surprise and slight of shock when I feel someone else's presence among my own in the lonely corridor I had come to escape to.
"What are you doing here?" I rush the words out as I wipe at the tears that had previously been streaming down my face.
"I could ask you the same question," the snobby blonde haired boy throws back.
"Just leave, Draco, I think you've done enough damage for one day."
Rolling his eyes, "are you always this dramatic, y/n?"
"Don't even start with me, Malfoy. You can't take a simple prank and your means of getting back at someone is almost killing them," I start slowly through gritted teeth, anger rising as the events of earlier play through my mind again. The panic and fear of falling to my death flooding me as this prick stood in the stands watching it happen. No. While he tried to make it happen.
He begins to take a step forward in my direction but decides against it when he sees me shift back leaning against the stone wall behind. His eyebrows shoot up in shock but then quickly return to normal as if nothing happened.
He rolls his stormy silver eyes and huffs, "Pipe down. It's something we do to newcomers every year."
"Whatever," I mutter, not having any energy to argue with this boy. Suddenly, I remember that I've got to get back to the dorms in time to shower before dinner. "okay fine the place is yours," I go to reach for my bag but his hands already there picking my bag up from the ground.
"What are you doing?" I exclaim, nearly tackling him to grab my bag from him.
"What the hell does it look like? I was going to grab your bag for you," he scoffs in annoyance.
My shoulders ease a little as I realize he was just trying to help, shock creeping to my expression but I'm too tired to hide it. Still though, I don't like people touching my personal belongings, especially not him. "Oh, uh okay," I say softly shifting uncomfortably in my place. This so weird, I don't know him well but this has got to be out of character.
I'm still holding my bag at the right of my side, two hands on it when I decide to take a closer look at him. My eyes rake him up and down, starting from his eyes and working my way down. He looks the same, same white blonde hair, icy silver eyes lacking any sort of affection, a defined jawline, muscular arms and pale hands that match the complexion of his face. His hands littered as usual with rings but it's something in his hand that stops my eyes from moving away. An uneasy feeling grows in the pit of my stomach as I recognize the familiar glisten of a charm pendant.
"Is that?" I start to say slowly in disbelief. His eyes follows where mine are glued and his eyes go wide in a sense of panic as he puts his hand behind his back.
He begins to stutter trying to form a coherent sentence. "I- uh - I-um-well," he starts. I rush to him as he backs against the stone wall behind him with both his hands behind his back. Not realizing it, I've now invaded his personal space, mere inches separating our bodies. The top of my head barely reaches the tip of his chin as I look up at him and he looks down at me. I look him in the eye, waiting for a proper answer but he just looks back at me with a menacing gaze, his mouth closed.
Knowing he won't show me what he has in his hands willingly, I quickly whip out my wand and mutter a spell getting him to drop what he had been holding. As he yelps in pain and rubs at the burn the jewelry left in his hand from my spell, I reach down quickly to grab the silver that had fallen to the floor before he can.
"My necklace," I gasp, a sense of relief washing over me for a brief instant before I put two and two together. I look up with red anger in my eyes.
"You." I start, "you foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach! You took it from my bag when I was playing Quidditch didn't you?" I accuse, pulling out my wand and holding it at his throat, like before, pressing him against the stone wall behind him once again.
For a second, for a slight second there was a hint of remorse in his eyes before they turned stone cold along with the rest of his expression. He smirks as he replies, "who else would it have been, y/l/n."
I'd give him another piece of my mind but I'm so tired. I've done this at least 2 times in the past 24 hours and I've run out of energy to do it for the 3rd time. I'm exhausted and just want to shower and eat.
I don't retaliate or say anything else. I simply grab my bag in one hand, my necklace and wand in the other, and begin to make my way back to the Slytherin Dungeon. Shock is clear on his face as I walk away without a word. He clearly expected another outburst and not for me to walk away without having had the last word.
I was close. So close to having walked away without giving him a reaction, I quickly transfer my necklace and wand to my bag and flip him off with my now free hand without turning back to look at his grim face.
Although I'm at least 20 feet away from him at this point, I can still hear the little chuckle my lovely little gesture got out of him. Not having had a chance to really hear him chuckle or laugh before, I'm caught a little off guard by how pure his laughter is. It's almost sweet in a way, so childlike, genuine and amused. Catching the corners of my mouth turning up into a smile at the thought, I quickly roll my eyes as I continue to walk in the direction of the Slytherin Dungeon.
