Snow Globe

~*~*~*~* Snow Globe *~*~*~*~
**~** Chapter Two: Stuck Behind Glass Walls**~**

“Potter, get the bloody hell off me… NOW!” Came the muffled gasp from the person buried beneath Harry.

“Sorry, Fe-eh… Malfoy.” Harry murmured stumbling over his own words, almost calling Malfoy by his alloted nick name. Harry hastily tumbled off and bent down to grab Malfoy by the upper arm and tug him to his feet. Draco immediately snatched his arm out of Potters vice-grip and angrily dusted the snow off his cashmere cloak.

“How dare you lay even one of your filth, dirty, grimy fingers on me, Potter! When my Father hears you were manhandling me like this he's going..” Draco spat with a sneer marring his his flawless face, "to...to...what the fuck?"

“What? Got your fancy little knickers in a twist?” Harry seethed through his teeth, barely containing the urge to knock the git's puny brain out of his bloody head.

“Potter, why am I covered in snow?! Last time I checked it didn’t snow in the Great Hall! Oh wait, WE AREN’T IN THE BLOODY GREAT HALL! WHAT DID YOU DO, POTTER?!”

Harry was taken aback by the Blondes screeching, what in the seven levels of hell was he going on about now? Quickly collecting himself, he investigated his surroundings. They were standing in a good five inches of snow, which covered the surrounding area like a beautiful silk sheet. Harry was startled to find that they were in a forest of some kinds, surrounds by trees. Had Ron really been angry and stupid enough to try to abandon Malfoy in the middle of no where to be rid of him? No, Ron wasn't that stupid.... He had said he had sent him something that would trap him in it.

Harry quickly surveyed the area, for something that Malfoy could've been trapped in. There! Nestled gently between the thick mass of trees was a quaint little Cabin, but if Malfoy had been meant to be trapped in there... then why the out here? Confused Harry stood on his tip-toes and peered out as far as his eyes could see for anything that could help them go back home. All he saw was the cabin, the trees surrounding it, and... brown. That couldn't be right... unless?

Draco choked out, his voice quivering slightly, “Potter, this better not be what I think it is.”

Harry chose a direction and began walking, he had not take even a dozen steps before he ran in to some invisible force and fell back, flat on his bum. He stood up slowly and reached his hands forward, they collided with the same unseen barrier.

“Malfoy.... The Package you got today, what was in it?” He inquired slowly turning to face the seething dragon, who was now kicking snow around and cursing.

“A bloody snow globe, Scar-head! Now see here, I know you had something to do with this! What did you do?!”

“I didn’t do anything, Malfoy, at least not this time. It was someone you had pissed off for the last bloody time, maybe this will teach you to be nicer to people you prat! I over heard them talking about getting revenge on you and something about a box. I was coming to stop you from opening it.”

Draco huffed and continued his assault on the poor, innocent snow. Harry would rather feed his right arm to fluffy admit it but, Malfoy looked pretty cute we he got all frustrated and his face got all pink.

“Well, isn’t the noble of you, Potter?!” Draco spat out at him. “Unfortunately, you were too late, and now were both stuck in here! Idiot Gryffindors! Well Mr. Chosen One? What do we do now?”

“I dunno, I'm sure Dumbledore will be trying to get us out. I don’t know what spell was used so I can’t really do much. I guess we could try breaking the glass.” With that he stood up and pulled out his wand. Harry muttered out a charm, and nothing happened. He tried again, again, and again. Still nothing. Somehow he just knew this wasn’t going to sit well with a certain golden dragon.

As he turned to inform him however, it was obvious Draco had already discovered their lack of magic. Draco angrily tossed his wand into the snow and ran at the glass wall swinging his fists at it in blind fury. His knuckles slit open turning the angelic pure snow beneath him a gut churning crimson, and still not even denting the thick glass.

“Malfoy! Have you gone barking?! You’re going to hurt yourself!” Harry roared extracting the frenzied boy away from the glass wall and examining his wounds. “You know what? You’re a nut! A complete nut!”

“I don’t want to be stuck in a fucking snow globe, with no magic, and least of all with you! I mean really, you’re Harry freakin’ Potter! You’re supposed to be the hero and get me out of here!” Draco was now screaming in his face and getting close to being hysterical.

“Well too bad, because much to my disappointment you're stuck with me and there is nothing either of us can do about it!" Bristled Harry, only to feel guilty went Malfoy flinched at his tone. He sighed, "Alright Malfoy, we need to do something about your hands"

Draco nodded and turned to look at the cabin so intensely that Harry was afraid it might suddenly set flames. "Do you suppose it's real or just here to taunt us? Wouldn't put it past the bleedin' Gryffindorks."

Harry huffed and set pace toward the front door, "Only one way to find out... and what makes you think it was a 'Griffindork' that trapped us in here? Ever think that maybe all the slimy Snakes don't worship you quite as much as you would like them to?"

Malfoy rolled his eyes and sneered, "As much as I'm sure that would please you Potty. If you over-heard someone talking about their petty attempts at revenge this morning at breakfast, then it had to be a stupid Gryffindor. Use over-stuffed head Potter, I'm not an ignorant fool. The likely-hood of you over-hearing it from another table, is close to nil."

Snorting Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco as he turned the Door knob opened, "Not an ignorant fool you say? Huh, how about that! And to think you had us all fooled from day one."

The Ice Prince glared and pushed past Harry into the cabin with mumbled, "Git...."

Looking around upon entering they realized they were in a living room, "Hello?" Harry called out.

This time is was Dracos turn to snort, "Who do you think is going to answer, Scar-head? Santa Clause? We're in a bloody snow-globe!"

"Shut-up, Malfoy, I was just checking."

On the right side of the room was a exquisite stone fire place, lit with roaring flames. In front of the fire place was an Indian style woven rug with a craved wooden table siting on top, two extravagant arm chairs sat on the corners of the rug angle toward each other. On the left hand side of the living room was a massive bookcase
filled with hundreds of novels, and text books. The far wall from the door was missing, leading into a sizable kitchen.

Standing proudly next to the bookshelf was a large cherry wood door. Slipping his shoes off by the door an softly
padding over the hardwood floors, Draco turned the crystal knob and walked through the door with Harry towing in close behind.

On the otherside of the door was a lavish bedroom. Pushed up against the far wall was a king sized bed with Silk and Faux Fur bedding. Across from the foot of the bed there was another stone fireplace. Along the wall next to the door was a desk with parchment and quills already set out upon it, and a cabinet full of varies types of potions and potion ingredients.

Next to the fireplace, stood another door, which lead to a glorious full bathroom. In the right corner was a stand-up shower; large enough to hold at least 10 people with glass sliding doors, next to that was another door with led to a little toilet room. In the left corner was a monstrous, which Harry at first mistook for an overly large Jacuzzi. Beside it was another door, which opened up into an empty walk-in-closet.

"Hmph, Gits were probably planned it, most likely assumed since I only had this set of robes I would forgo clothing all together. Bet they're getting there jollies thinking about me nude right now." Huffed an irate Draco, causing Harry to turn a little green at the unwanted mental image of Ronald Weasley getting his jollies off to a nude Malfoy heir.

Separating the bath tube and the shower was a long counter with two sinks at either end and a vanity in the middle of them. Above the bathroom counter was a large oval mirror, with carvings along the edges.

“Go on, Draco. You need to wash those cuts out with soap and water before we bandage them. I'll look in the Potions Cabinet for some Curatio Cream or Adpax Balm."

The only response Harry received was a grunt as Draco made his way to the sink. Pursing his lips Harry return to the bedroom and began rummaging through the Potions Cabinet. Hopefully they all had labels, other wise they were royally screwed!

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“In a what?! Oh Merlin! Ronald Weasley! How so you expect them to stay alive in there! With the water and… and other chemicals in there! They’ll drown!” Hermione was screaming with tears rolling down her face, she was totally beside her self with worry, how could her boyfriend be so stupid?!

“Chill out Hermione! It's all covered, I've place a number of spells on it to insure their protection. They're going to be just fine. We just have to wait for the spell to complete itself and they'll be set free.” Ron said soothingly, trying to calm his anxious girlfriend.

“Mr. Weasley, I think it would be best if you could please tell us everything? We need to know even the tiniest little detail to form a plan to keep them safe until they are set free.” Dumbledore insisted in a low, quite voice.

“Of course, Headmaster, we have to get Harry back! Poor bloke, all by him self, stuck in there with that Ferret....”

“RONALD!”

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Hello and welcome back! Just got finished re-editing and posting this chapter. Two more to go and then I'll post the new chapter I've been writing. I should have all five posted by Monday morning, or late evening. :) Remember to review. It's the only salary us writers get. :)
XoXo Princess

Ps. Cruatio is Latin for Healing and Adpax is Latin for soothing, if my sources are not failing me! :)