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Buried
“BURIED?!” Harry screamed. “We’ve been BURIED?!”
“There is no need to yell, Potter. In case you didn’t notice, we’re in quite close quarters here.” Draco drawled.
“You filthy bastard! Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I’d rather thought you’d have figured it out by now.”
Harry’s voice dropped to barely a whisper. “We’re… we’re going to die here.”
“What happened to all that Gryffindor brass, Potter?”
“It suffocated from a lack of oxygen.” Harry said distantly. “Just like we will.” He added thoughtfully.
“What nonsense! That won’t be our death.”
“Do you know anything about muggle science, Malfoy?”
“Muggles didn’t invent science, Potter. It’s just science.”
“Okay, then in that case, you must know all about oxygen and respiration. Thus, you will understand that in the not too distant future, this small supply of oxygen we have in this box will be depleted, and we will die.”
“You’ve been around those muggles far too long, Potter.”
“I thought you said it wasn’t muggle science.”
“It’s not. But muggles see science as the limits of possibility, and wizards,” he smirked, “see it as a mere obstacle. They see rules to be broken.”
“Stop being vague, Malfoy.”
“I know this spell. This braniac girl I know taught it to me. She’s full of all sorts of useless knowledge.”
“Are you talking about Pansy? I never imagined her as the braniac type.”
Draco coughed. “Yeah, Pansy… well… Anyway, the spell is Transfiguration, a reversal though. Do you understand?”
“I think so…” Harry chewed his lip. Draco put out the light of his wand.
“Respiratia.” Draco said firmly. Instantly the air inside the coffin became cooler and easier to breathe.
“That’s quite a lot better.” Harry said.
“Yes well, I am quite amazing.”
“You’re such a pompous prat.”
“Perhaps.”
“You know,” Harry said, “Voldy really must be getting soft.”
“How do you mean?” Draco asked.
“I mean, look at this punishment. We’re stuck in a box. With our wands. We’re not going to die anytime soon.” He paused. “I’m not in any pain. You’re not in any pain. We’re fine. Sure, you’re an annoying git, but I get the same annoyances at Hogwarts! So really, it’s not all that bad. Voldemort isn’t very good at this whole torture thing anymore.”
“The Dark Lord wanted to-” Draco voice cracked ever so slightly, “try muggle torture. He mentioned something about giving muggle-lovers a bit of enjoyment. Something sadistic, you know.”
“Hah! And he picked being buried alive. Pathetic. There are so many much, much worse than this. Of course, the wand is an added bonus.”
Draco’s voice was shaky. “Well, he said something about a blinklight or something. I don’t know.”
“A flashlight?”
“Yeah. That was it.”
“A flashlight doesn’t give you thirty or more days to live.”
“I think that was the idea, actually.”
“You okay Malfoy? You sound a bit like you’re going to be sick. Oh god! That would be awful.”
“Er… yeah, I’m fine. I won’t be sick.”
“You better not be.” Harry paused. “Are you Drooling on me?!” He asked, bewildered.
Draco made a strangled noise. “Sorry, I’m a bit thirsty. It’s getting stuffy.”
“Gross! It just landed in my mouth!” Harry moved to wipe the liquid from his face. “This… doesn’t taste like saliva, Malfoy.”
Draco didn’t speak.
“Malfoy… Are you Crying?!”
***
A/N: And the plot beings to thicken… very, very slowly. That’s the best way, I think. So, aren’t you dying to know why Draco Malfoy is silently crying (in front of a Gryffindor, no less!) all over Harry? And he’s trying to hide it…
What more could be hidden in this story? You’ll have to leave a review, my pretties, to get more. I don’t like the idea of continuing without readers. Because I’ve already read the story to myself in my head.
“There is no need to yell, Potter. In case you didn’t notice, we’re in quite close quarters here.” Draco drawled.
“You filthy bastard! Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I’d rather thought you’d have figured it out by now.”
Harry’s voice dropped to barely a whisper. “We’re… we’re going to die here.”
“What happened to all that Gryffindor brass, Potter?”
“It suffocated from a lack of oxygen.” Harry said distantly. “Just like we will.” He added thoughtfully.
“What nonsense! That won’t be our death.”
“Do you know anything about muggle science, Malfoy?”
“Muggles didn’t invent science, Potter. It’s just science.”
“Okay, then in that case, you must know all about oxygen and respiration. Thus, you will understand that in the not too distant future, this small supply of oxygen we have in this box will be depleted, and we will die.”
“You’ve been around those muggles far too long, Potter.”
“I thought you said it wasn’t muggle science.”
“It’s not. But muggles see science as the limits of possibility, and wizards,” he smirked, “see it as a mere obstacle. They see rules to be broken.”
“Stop being vague, Malfoy.”
“I know this spell. This braniac girl I know taught it to me. She’s full of all sorts of useless knowledge.”
“Are you talking about Pansy? I never imagined her as the braniac type.”
Draco coughed. “Yeah, Pansy… well… Anyway, the spell is Transfiguration, a reversal though. Do you understand?”
“I think so…” Harry chewed his lip. Draco put out the light of his wand.
“Respiratia.” Draco said firmly. Instantly the air inside the coffin became cooler and easier to breathe.
“That’s quite a lot better.” Harry said.
“Yes well, I am quite amazing.”
“You’re such a pompous prat.”
“Perhaps.”
“You know,” Harry said, “Voldy really must be getting soft.”
“How do you mean?” Draco asked.
“I mean, look at this punishment. We’re stuck in a box. With our wands. We’re not going to die anytime soon.” He paused. “I’m not in any pain. You’re not in any pain. We’re fine. Sure, you’re an annoying git, but I get the same annoyances at Hogwarts! So really, it’s not all that bad. Voldemort isn’t very good at this whole torture thing anymore.”
“The Dark Lord wanted to-” Draco voice cracked ever so slightly, “try muggle torture. He mentioned something about giving muggle-lovers a bit of enjoyment. Something sadistic, you know.”
“Hah! And he picked being buried alive. Pathetic. There are so many much, much worse than this. Of course, the wand is an added bonus.”
Draco’s voice was shaky. “Well, he said something about a blinklight or something. I don’t know.”
“A flashlight?”
“Yeah. That was it.”
“A flashlight doesn’t give you thirty or more days to live.”
“I think that was the idea, actually.”
“You okay Malfoy? You sound a bit like you’re going to be sick. Oh god! That would be awful.”
“Er… yeah, I’m fine. I won’t be sick.”
“You better not be.” Harry paused. “Are you Drooling on me?!” He asked, bewildered.
Draco made a strangled noise. “Sorry, I’m a bit thirsty. It’s getting stuffy.”
“Gross! It just landed in my mouth!” Harry moved to wipe the liquid from his face. “This… doesn’t taste like saliva, Malfoy.”
Draco didn’t speak.
“Malfoy… Are you Crying?!”
***
A/N: And the plot beings to thicken… very, very slowly. That’s the best way, I think. So, aren’t you dying to know why Draco Malfoy is silently crying (in front of a Gryffindor, no less!) all over Harry? And he’s trying to hide it…
What more could be hidden in this story? You’ll have to leave a review, my pretties, to get more. I don’t like the idea of continuing without readers. Because I’ve already read the story to myself in my head.