1/13/2002

 

 

Further Down the Dungeons

 

You can tell that this hallway was built underground, as it seems quite a bit colder than the corridor before it.  The hall seems to reach a dead end, except for a door to the side which is labeled by a gold plaque that reads 'Potions - Professor S. Snape'.  This area would be quite spooky, were it completely dark, but torches attached to the wall provide enough light to dispell that thought.  A short flight of stairs leads you back up to the corridor before.

 

 

He sees it coming, but avoiding it is another story, completely. The blonde Slytherin manages to pull back, but he can't escape the line of fire. Harry's fist catches him across the face as it had intended to, but at least he managed to save the nose from punishment by turning his cheek to it. Draco stumbles backwards, his hands steadying himself against the wall. "Ah, yes, Potter. Defender of the weak." He stays there a moment and then pushes himself up to stand properly, the ice blue eyes alive with anger. "I haven't even tired to make Cho miserable." He snarls, "But I'll tell you when I do!" Which won't be anytime soon. He knows how things are... probably more than Potter ever will, at the moment. And with that, the pale boy lunges forwards, shoving himself away from the wall. You hit him, first, he's now going to defend himself by repaying the favor to your stomach. >.<

 

Harry is satisfied that his fist connected. So what if he didn't break your nose a second time? "Cho's been miserable enough! You better back off and not make things worse for her!" Hrmph. So what if he's a defender of what you call the weak? He can't stand to see people picked on now that he's learning to stand up for his own self. And before he can add anything else to his commentary, he expels a breath in an audible woosh as Malfoy's fist connects with his stomach. Pardon him for a moment while he regains his breath.. then you'll pay for that. >.<

 

You know, originally Cho was just coming down to the Potions classroom to get some extra remedy components for Madam Pomfrey, but that mission is completely forgotten as she hears her name called out and the sounds of an obvious struggle. She starts down the dungeon's hallways at a run until she reaches the area where she can see the disturbance, eyes widening at the scene before her. This is not happening. This is not happening. ... Well, too bad, because it's happening. She was doing so well at avoiding Draco too! But she can't really turn around and pretend she didn't walk in on this so she starts towards them saying, "Stop it! Both of you stop!" She doesn't try to physically get between them yet, as she still has a small distance to cover before she can do that.

 

"You..." Draco snarls. "What makes you so sure that I've done anything at all to cause her misery?" He just... seethes, his fist retracting so that he may strike Potter a second time, when he wants to. However, because that's just the way things go, that happy opportunity to knock the Gryffindor completely senseless is taken away from him but... he won't settle for ending the fight like this. The Slytherin purposely ignores Cho, his hand moving from waist-height upwards, then stretching out to shove the breathless Potter over. Go lay with the dirt where you belong, you filthy git.

 

Harry curls an arm around his stomach as he catches his breath, "... That.. article.. and yesterday.. I could tell.." Could tell that she was thoroughly embarrassed and uncomfortable. And.. she's right behind me, isn't she? Harry's eyes widen as he looks over towards the stairs. Yup, there's Cho and.. down he goes. Thanks for the distraction, Malfoy successfully shoves him over. He's been knocked onto the stone floor of the dungeon more than he'd like the past term. He grits his teeth, wincing from the jarring. Once on the ground, he whips his wand out and aims at Malfoy, casting a severing charm. Now if this works right, the boy's pants should fall right down to his ankles.

 

Neither of them are listening to her! Cho looks absolutely horrified as the 'fight' doesn't break up right away, but she didn't really expect it to. She's knows they don't like each other, and she'd heard about their fight earlier in the year. She starts towards Harry, as if she means to help him up, but as he whips out his wand she gasps, "No! Harry stop it! This isn't solving anything! The article wasn't Draco's fault!" She hopes it wasn't at least. A few Ravenclaws put some thoughts in her mind that it could be all his fault, but she isn't sure if she believes that. He had just as much to be embarrassed by in that article after all. It doesn't make sense that he would leak what had happened. At least the spell isn't a horrible curse. She'd probably be even more upset if it was.

 

Huh? The spell hits, and the desired effect comes to pass, his pants drop to his ankles leaving Draco to go all sorts of shades of red... from anger to pure and absolute embarrassment. There are many other things that could of been done, he is well aware, and the young Slytherin would have honestly preferred that, but no... >.< He has to be further humiliated. "Potter, you ickle pervert." ~.~ Draco attempts to turn his horrified expression into a neutral one, chanting over and over again in his head that he must preserve his dignity, first, before counter-attacking. He reaches down, takes the tops of his pants and pulls them back up over his pale legs and green cotton boxers (With little golden snitches on the waistband! Whoot!), looking rather ridiculous as he holds them... just in case the other boy tries that a second time. "I'm sorry. It was a nice offer and all, but I'm not really interested." ~.~

 

Harry does look well... a bit ashamed at being caught fighting with Malfoy by Cho, particularly since it was kinda about her. He gets up off the floor once the spell is fired off. "... Sorry Cho..." That you had to see that. That's twice this year that a fight between him and Malfoy has been disrupted by the subject of said fight. "Don't /you/ wish Malfoy." He only wanted to humiliate you and that has been achieved. With someone like Malfoy, humiliation works better than actually hitting them. He has no intention on continuing the fight unless it's to defend himself.. or Cho.. even if she's capable of doing so on her own.

 

As her eyes catch the effect of the charm and she can't help but blush a bit against her will. Poor Draco.. He always seems to get humiliated around her. But is that... /SNITCHes/ on his boxers!? She refrains from making any sound of amusement, mainly because her parents bought her something quite similar (though girls boxers, obviously) when she first got the position of Seeker. And they weren't green. She politely diverts her eyes as he straightens himself, though the Slytherin does get a /look/ as he says that bit about the offer. In the moment of partial peace she tries to put herself between them, just in case they decide to throw more at each other, whether they be curses or punches or more charms with embarrassing effects. "Are you both all right?" She looks from one to the other. She isn't going to ask what this fight was about, or even comment on it. She heard enough to have an idea after all. )

 

WHAT IN HELL ARE YOU DOING, LOOKING THERE, WOMAN?! Hmph. Draco's hands remain at his waist, holding up the pants, mostly out of paranoia that Potter just may try something again if his guard falters. He'd say something else in order to defend such an accusation, but that look makes him think better, so he chooses to just answer the question, licking a bit of dried blood from his lips, his pale cheek sporting the beginnings of a nice-sized bruise. "I'm okay, though I'd be much better if Potter hadn't insisted on attempting to break my face, again."

 

Harry much to his credit does not laugh. He'll laugh later on. Back in his dorm after sharing this with Ron. A scathing glance is thrown at Malfoy, "Shut up. I wouldn't have hit you if you had kept your trap shut." He nods to Cho, "m'fine." He's been hurt worse.

 

Cho sighs softly, looking at both of them, though this time Harry gets a slightly longer look. But she can sympathize, she hit Draco once because of stuff that came out of his mouth, but that isn't the point! Sigh. "If you want to get that taken care of, I can help." She says to Draco, he's the one with blood on his lips after all. "I need to get some Remedy Components from the Potions classroom really quick though, before Madam Pomfrey wonders what's keeping me. Will you two try not to do any more damage each other before I can get back? I don't think either of you want Professor McGonagall to change her mind about re-opening Quidditch." With that said, if she gets some kind of agreement, she moves to get said components.

 

He frowns. Then thinks better of it, mostly because it kind of hurts his cheek. "Tut, tut. Perhaps you'll need to see someone about that violent temper of yours, Potter." Cheap shot. "I'll wait here for you, Cho. Whenever you're ready." A bit of a shrug and that's it. Perhaps, while she's gone, he'll start heckling the other boy, again, because he certainly didn't agree NOT to beat the crap out of him. Draco avoided the topic, entirely!

 

Harry nods slowly in response to Cho. He can't help the slight surge of..eerrr anger, as Cho offers to help mop up Malfoy. Let him mop himself up for once. But Cho has a point.. if a teacher catches the fighting. Particularly if Snape were to walk out.. "Nevermind my temper, what about your insulting verbage?" He doesn't normally lose his temper... but Malfoy's an exception.

 

One last look at both the boys, Cho does indeed move towards the Potion classroom again. She just hopes she isn't lured back out by the sounds of another fight. She'd rather not have Quidditch canceled again before it's even back on because two of the Seekers are fighting over another Seeker... She hopes she doesn't read about this tomorrow in the Prophet... Sigh.

 

Later:

 

There are times when Cho takes her time on jobs, and there are other times when she moves as quickly as possible. This would be the last case. Even though she got distracted by the fight, she managed to get the components to Madam Pomfrey in the same time that she expected, taking every short cut through the castle that she knew of (which is no where near as many as certain Gryffindors, you can rest assured). As it is it took her a little bit of time to break away from Madam Pomfrey's care, helping put away the acquired components and managing to pocket a few good for fixing bruises and cuts into her robes as she did. When she gets away from the Hospital Wing, she's honestly expecting to find both the boys long gone; even though Draco did stay he would remain. "Draco? You still here?" she calls out not too loudly as she rounds the corner.

 

He almost resembles a certain Gryffindor named Neville Longbottom, seated outside of his dormitory due to forgetting the password to enter. Very far from being true, but for the moment, it makes a good comparison. He said that he would wait and wait he certainly did. Potter, however, has already gone, probably with more 'important' things to do. Draco lifts his head and peers down the dark hallway, moving away from leaning against the uncomfortable stone wall. "I'm still here."

 

There's a soft relieved sound as Cho quickly heads over to where the young man is seated. She takes note of the disappearance of Harry, but isn't really surprised. She drops down onto her knees in front of him and reaching out to touch his face, trying to move his head so she can better see where he was hit. She actually manages to keep from blushing, mainly because she's completely focused on just getting him fixed up and nothing else at all that she can ignore certain things, like closeness. "Does it still hurt? Is your vision messed up at all?" Questions not uncommon, but she's not really looking as if she is going to rely on his word for anything either way. She's trying to get a good look at where he was hit after all. Besides, if he didn't want her to actually fix him up, he likely wouldn't have stayed.

 

When he said that he would be staying behind to wait, Draco meant it. Potter had no sort of obligation to hang about so he didn't. It's that simple. Sure, they don't do well in one another's company, but that's a different reason entirely. "Vision is fine. My cheek throbs, though. He hit me pretty hard." And it certainly shows. Harry must have put a lot into that punch because the bruise is the most brilliant shade of purple and blue. His blue eyes, though, give her a rather irritated look, silently expressing his discontent with having to be kept waiting for so long.

 

Hands are pulled back, reaching into her robes to pull out a few small jars and a couple pieces of cloth. Cho must recognize the look he gives her cause she says, "Madam Pomfrey wanted me to help her put away what I got." She offers a apologetic smile, but actually refrains from saying sorry this time as she gets to work on a salve to put over the bruise. He likely recognizes the components from Potions, but the mixture itself might not be familiar, either way she's doing it with some talent. She isn't sloppy when it comes to remedies, but she isn't slow at it either. "I won't ask what you said to make him do that. Unfortunately you do have a tendency to say things that inspire reactions like that." She should know. He inspired it in her once.

 

Oh, don't worry, he's well aware that what he says cuts to the bone, but he keeps doing it anyways. He's a bully; he says mean and nasty things, a few bumps and bruises won't cause him to change, either. For five years, Draco Malfoy has faced numerous forms of humiliation and punishment; nothing has curbed his behavior to date. The guy is the exact same as he was back when he entered Hogwarts at age eleven. "It wasn't what /I/ said that started it, because I said nothing. Potter saw fit to mock me about some article in the Daily Prophet, then proceeded to accuse me of going about, intentionally trying to make you miserable." Said all in the bored drawl. Again, details get left out, but that's the way he plays the game to make it go in his favor. The blonde Slytherin waits patiently for the salve, however.

 

The mention of the article is the first thing that can cause her hands to pause in their work, becoming distracted for a moment. Cho shakes it off and finishes up the salve. "Well, I'm not miserable, so whether it was your intention or not, Harry overreacted." She was embarrassed and somewhat bothered by the article, more because it was based on actual events and all her friends kept telling her they didn't believe it at all to make her feel better! She doesn't like lying when she doesn't have to, but she wasn't about to correct them either. It wasn't intended to be thrown into the public after all. "I'll try to make sure he understands that, so this doesn't happen again." She hates the ideas of fights over her. The salve ready, she reaches forward to spread it onto the bruise, "This will be a bit cold, but it should start to soothe right away. It'd be a good idea not to breathe through your nose though." While it doesn't stink, it has an extremely sharp scent that almost feels like it burns.

 

So, when he talks, it sounds rather nasal, because he takes her advice and doesn't inhale through his nose. And... hey! Draco flinches. That is cold! But, eh, he'll live. "Hmph. You make it sound just like him, making it seem as though I'm out to get you. But, 'overreacted' is an understatement. He tried to take my head off. Then he saw fit to attempt to remove my pants." Cough. u.u He still maintains his dignity, even while saying that, his voice not wavering, but the tip of the unbruised cheek pinkens. That can't be helped.

 

Cho's fingers are extremely gentle as they run in the salve. Her own advise is also taken, as she's careful to not inhale through her nose. "I didn't say that. You always interpretate the bad things out of what I say..." She seems to be disappointed with that, but she doesn't stop rubbing it in. Within a few moments there shouldn't even be a tinge of pain when her fingers move and in a minute or two the bruise will be gone completely. "I don't think you're out to get me at all. You've done everything to try to make me leave you alone, at least until the other night, so that cancels /that/ theory." She glances from his cheek to catch his eyes for a second. "But I do wonder how Ms. Skeeter managed to get her information. I'm not implying that you told, but..." She /knows/ she didn't, and she's pretty sure no one else was up there. She wasn't /that/ preoccupied with the young man in front of her.

 

"Potter would beg to differ." He begins, on the topic of being out to get people, but then changes it as Cho does to answer her question. "She's an animagus." He replies with the move of a hand for some added effect. If Rita chooses to spill secrets of his, then he will gladly do the same in return because fair is fair and he's a believer in revenge against those who have done him wrong. "She can transform into a small, black beetle, which enables her to get places she wouldn't otherwise be allowed. I bet that's how she listened in on the conversation. If the ministry knew..." He sneers, able to use expressions more freely as the pain fades away, "But they don't, of course. They have better things to do then catch some snoopy animagus cow." He used to have a fair amount of respect for Rita, but now, nope... Draco has absolutely none.

 

At the answer, Cho blinks lightly, finishing with the salve and sitting back on her heels, wiping her hands off on a cloth. "That explains it." At least she knows now for sure that he didn't send the story to the paper. Some of her friends were telling her it must have been him, that he sent it in as some kind of mock 'conquest' of his to impress people. But she couldn't believe that. It isn't like him at all. "I'm sure she'll eventually get what's coming to her." She's not vengeful, honestly, but she certainly doesn't want an article like that published again. "I hope the Slytherins at least have left you alone about it." They're generally the worse teasers when it comes to those articles, especially when they usually involve Potter and his friends, but would they tease one of their own? Now /her/ on the other hand...

 

Draco's sneer remains in place. "I don't need to worry about them. We don't tend to ridicule one another. If it weren't for Potter telling me, I probably wouldn't of known about it. Came as a bit of a surprise, but now, I could honestly care less." A simple shrug. It's very true, he COULD care less. His frustration was immediately vented onto Potter, otherwise, it just may of been still bugging him, but... eh. "When I can I take this stuff off my cheek, anyways?"

 

"I'll remove it in a minute." Cho responds immediately, looking at him for a long moment. "You really don't care that it was all in the paper? Even the... exaggerations?" Like the mention of love certainly bothered her more than it likely should. And of course bringing up Cedric... well... That touched wounds that had just started to get healed. They'd never be /gone/ but they were just starting to hurt less. "Oh, you probably didn't read all of it if you just heard about it from Harry..." She shakes her head, chiding herself for asking those questions when he very well couldn't answer them. "At least it doesn't bother you."

 

"I haven't even read it at all. Not that I want to. I know the kind of stuff that Skeeter-cow writes. It wouldn't surprise me if the article was just like the others." He settles back against the wall again, shifting a little to find the spot which offers the most comfort for him. The blue eyes disappear as he closes his eyes, dark eyelashes dusting across the pale cheeks. "Has it healed, yet?" It's ickle slimy stuff and Draco wants it off his face!

 

Since his eyes are closed when she starts giving him this particular look, he misses out on it. Perhaps for the best. It isn't sympathetic, but it certainly is different from a look of annoyance or indifference that he may want to inspire. Cho doesn't say anything for a while, just grabbing another cloth and starting to rub the harsh smelling stuff from his cheek. Once it's all off, she damps another cloth with a small bit of water and rinses his skin so the smell doesn't linger too much. She drops the cloth aside and brings her fingers back to his cheek to run over the dampened skin, checking for any signs of residual damage. "All healed. Back to normal." She offers a smile; even if he keeps his eyes closed and can't see it. And no, she doesn't pull her hand back just yet.

 

He remains silent as she wipes the smelly stuff off his cheek, then cleans his face much like a mother would to a child who made a mess while eating. Even while she places her hand on his cheek, he still doesn't seem to have anything to say, besides a muttered, "Thank you." Draco honestly is thankful, too, kinda. How would he explain a nasty bruise like that to his house-mates, anyways? 'Oh, I got into a bit of a brawl with Potter over a girl. Imagine that.' Nah. Probably wouldn't go over very well.

 

"You're welcome." Cho responds immediately, finally allowing her hand to lower into her lap. She starts to pick up the bottles and cloths she used, putting them away into pockets in her robes. She also doesn't want to have him explain the bruise to anyone, which is why she offered. Not only to save him the trouble over the questions, but to save Harry from the possible retribution over the fight. Not to mention protecting the re-opening of Quidditch. "You should probably get into your dorm. It's starting to get late. I'm going to need to take some shortcuts to get back to the Ravenclaw Common before the curfew as it is." Before she moves to get up though, she leans forward and aims a brief kiss on his previously uninjured cheek. This is meant as a friendly gesture. Plus, he deserves /something/ for getting pounded in the face over a misunderstanding. Even if his mouth probably did prompt it. And also, it's kind of an apology for her backhand, which she /didn't/ fix up for him... But that's another story.

 

It may have been a friendly gesture or an apology type of kiss on the cheek, but it sure does wonders to mess with his head even further. Keep doing things that like and he just may start getting oddball ideas, not that he hasn't been already. Draco's cheeks pinken once again, only a faint difference in his otherwise pale features. And then, he reaches out, to attempt a grab at her hand and keep her from just escaping without another word, if that's what she had planned on doing. "If anyone bugs you about what happened up in the Astronomy Tower, especially if it's the Slytherins, let me know, alright?"

 

The hand does indeed stop her, holding her in place as she listens to what he has to say. Cho blinks at what he does, obviously a bit surprised. Why is he asking her that? Is he-- Oh. If he had intended to come off as charming again, it worked. If not, this was completely unintentional, but it /does/ come off that way to her. "I can fight my own battles, Draco." Something that Harry certainly doesn't understand, but she can't be too upset about it. He's had enough stress this last month without the article being printed. He had good intentions, that is enough to keep her from getting mad about it. "But I'll tell you if it's too bad. So far it's mainly just been Ravenclaws saying they don't believe a word of the article." She actually smiles sheepishly at that bit. She didn't correct them, after all.

 

He's not out to save her from anything, like Potter is, but he can very easily tell the other Slytherins to keep their mouths shut. Draco knows how terrible their ridicule can get, being a ringleader of it, after all. His hand snaps back as though bitten; if he were capable of making that wounded look, that's probably what he would have just done right at the moment, but, eh. The answer is sufficient. He nods his head. "Better get going, then."

 

Now, she isn't the only one who's unintentionally messing with people's heads. Cho looks at the blonde Slytherin as if he did something very odd when he pulls his hand back like he did. He's so... difficult to figure out. She isn't sure if she'll ever manage to successfully read him. Most people would probably think she's insane for even trying. "I'll see you later..." She says, instead of offering another farewell. She pulls back now, standing up. She gives her robes a quick straighten, before she turns and starts towards the stairs.

 

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