Getting Even (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Getting Even
(Draco Malfoy x Reader)

The dungeon was dark and dank as usual.  You could hear the whispering of ghosts who were sharing idle gossip about the students.  The Bloody Baron flew past, giving you an ugly scowl.  You hugged your books close to your chest and pressed on at a more rapid pace.  You could still feel him glaring daggers at you.  It caused your skin to crawl.  ‘No one thinks I should be in Slytherin,’ you thought.  ‘Not even the ghosts…’
            “Psssst!”  You stopped and glanced around.  No one else was around, so the person had to be calling you.  You arched an eyebrow suspiciously as the door to the supply closet creaked open.  You approached it cautiously.
      It was dark inside.  You could barely see the outline of shelves and brooms stuffed into the corners.  You placed your hands on either side of the doorframe and stuck your head inside.  Squinting your eyes, you couldn’t make out anything other than inanimate objects.  You were about to turn when some invisible force pushed your inside and slammed the door.  
         “Let me out!”  You yelled loudly.  You had fallen against one of the shelves and hit your head.  It was pounding.  You heard a muffled laugh and immediately recognized it as being Peeves, the resident poltergeist.  You let out an irritable sigh and kicked the door.  This, in turn, caused your big toe to make a sick cracking sound.  Hopping up and down on one foot, you muttered a few choice words and slumped down onto the floor.

              Two hours later you heard someone outside of the closet.  You pounded on the locked door several times until finally the person came to investigate.  When the door swung open you were immediately face-to-face with the most well-known Slytherin boy of your age; Draco Malfoy.  His cold blue eyes gleamed with cruel amusement as he saw your annoyed expression.
“Peeves locked me in,” you explained quickly.  You avoided eye-contact.  Your cheeks were burning scarlet.  Draco laughed and leaned against the doorframe.  He smirked smugly.
“What kind of idiot would-”
Before he could finish his sentence he came stumbling forwards into the closet, knocking you back in the process.  He turned quickly but the door slammed shut in his face.  You remained silent.  You could feel the embarrassment and the anger radiating off of Draco like a heat-wave.  You knew that it wouldn’t be a good idea to tease him.
“Say. Nothing,” he warned.  Even though it was dark you could have sworn you saw a hint of rose coloring on his pale cheeks.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you assured him with a slight grin.  You hear a loud, indignant huff followed by the sound of a spell hissing to life.
“Lumos.”
Your eyes narrowed at the golden light that shot out of Draco’s wand.  You had been in the dark so long that your eyes had to adjust to the sudden change.  You pressed your hands against the thick oak door and sighed.
“Guess we’re trapped.”
“Guess again,” Draco sneered.  He flicked his wrist and a blue spark shot out of the tip.  “Flipendo!”
You grabbed Draco’s shoulder and shoved him back into the wall.  The spell ricocheted off of the door and crashed into the shelves, causing them to collapse.  You gave Draco a humorless glance.
“Already tried.”
The young wizard rolled his eyes and tipped his head back.  You withdrew your wand and activated another ‘Lumos’ spell.  Light flooded the closet once more, revealing the scorched wall where both Draco’s and your Flipendo spell had hit.  You shook your head.
“Snape isn’t going to be happy,” you commented.
Draco ignored you.  He ran his fingers through his blond hair and winced.
“See what you made me do?  I hit my head against the wall,” he snapped.
You frowned slightly.  “I’m sorry.  Want for me to take a look?”
Draco opened his mouth, then closed it.  He took a step forwards and leaned forwards slightly, causing you to flinch involuntarily.  He arched an eyebrow.
“Well?”  He watched you expectantly.
You nodded seriously.  “Oh!  Right!”
You dimmed your Lumos slightly and held the tip in front of the young wizard’s face.  You had to stifle a giggle as he went nearly cross-eyed in order to look at it.
“Follow the light with your eyes, please,” you told him seriously.  You moved your wand back and forth, up and down, upper right then lower right, upper left, then lower left.  Your eyes were locked on Draco’s face, searching for any sign of a concussion.
“Good,” you sighed.  You smiled slightly and lowered your wand.  Draco blinked a few times and rubbed his eyes.  You held up two of your fingers.  “How many fingers am I holding up?”
“Four,” he said with a slight smirk.  You rolled your eyes and fought back a grin.
“What’s your name?”
“Draco Malfoy.”
“Your age?”
“Sixteen.  Say, when am I going to get to ask the questions?”
You snorted loudly and put your hand on the back of his head.  He winced and hissed.
“Ouch!  That hurts!”
“Is there any ringing in your ears?  Do you feel nauseous?”  You could feel a bump forming on the back of his head.
“No, and no.”  Draco took your hand in his and removed it from his head.  
“No concussion,” you concluded.  “But you are going to have a nasty headache.  Put some ice on that as soon as possible, okay?”
Draco looked around the closet then arched an eyebrow.  “Sure.  I’ll do that.”
You laughed and punched him in the shoulder playfully.  “Shut up.  You know what I mean.”
There was an awkward pause.  Your Lumos spell had almost worn off; the light was growing very dim.  It was probably a good thing considering your face was about as red as a tomato.  Draco still had hold of your hand and was running his thumb up and down the side of it, causing you to stiffen nervously.
“So where did you learn all of that?”  Draco asked uninterestedly.
You shrugged.  “My mum.”
Draco nodded.  “Ah.  I see.”
He took a step forwards, causing the gap between the two of you to lessen considerably.  You swallowed nervously and lowered your wand so that the light was barely visible.  Draco chuckled impishly and lifted it back up with his free hand.
“I can barely see you as it is,” he said.  “Don’t lower your wand.”
You nodded.  Maybe it was his superior demeanor or maybe you just didn’t feel like arguing, but you complied.  Draco leaned forwards slightly when suddenly there was a loud creaking sound.  He pushed you backwards, causing you to hit your head against the wall.
“Ouch…” You muttered.
Draco’s eyes flickered from you to the doorway.  Snape stood there with a strange expression on his face.  He arched an eyebrow questioningly at his favorite student.
“Stupid ghosts.  You should really get rid of them,” Draco said crossly.  “That stupid Peeves locked me and _____ in here.”
Snape nodded once and stepped aside, his black robes flowing out behind him.
“Get to your dormitories,” he commanded.
Draco nodded and jerked you up by your elbow.  He pulled you out of the closet and took off down the hall rather hastily.  Snape watched with the same odd expression on his face.  You glanced at Draco and saw that his cheeks were tinted pink.
“This never happened,” he whispered.
You nodded, your heart sinking a bit.  “Understood.”
Once you were out of sight, Draco slowed down to a leisurely stroll.  He took your hand in his and smirked at you.  You eyed him questioningly.
“What?  I can’t hold your hand?”
“Are you going to shove me into a wall again?”  You asked coolly.
Draco arched an eyebrow.  “Are you going to shove me into one?”
“Touche…”
“Then I’d say we’re even.”
You remained silent.  ‘I think this is the beginning of a strange relationship…’

Fin~