Diplomatic Meetings. [evilthatlures]

[justalilsnake]

It was precisely 4:12... not that he'd been keeping track. He was standing outside Slug and Jiggers, wondering if Potter would be late - not that he cared if he were. It had been a long few weeks at the Manor; he'd been mixing Mother sleeping draughts nearly every night. He was almost as tired as she was, and still no word of his father. Though

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[evilthatlures]

Harry was going to be late. It had taken him exactly fifteen minutes from when it was four o'clock for him to excuse himself so he could meet Draco. Ron had insisted that Harry stay to listen to his recount of this afternoon's Quidditch game (it didn't matter that Harry had been present during said game and had witnessed Ron's brilliant move against the Weasley twins), and then Hermione (yes, good ol' Hermione) had brought up the fact that Ginny would only be arriving at five o'clock to meet with Harry at the Quidditch store, so why exactly did he need to be in such a hurry for?

Questions, questions and even more questions. And then finally a lie.

He needed to get himself a pair of new... socks. And it couldn't wait. And he'd bolted.

4:21...

Rushing out the backdoor of Eeylops Owl Emporium; having taken a quick shortcut, Harry brushed feathers off his shirt and hurried towards Slug and Jiggers. Hardly anyone from Hogwarts ever bothered to shop in the store unless it was the week before school started so it was the perfect place to

[justalilsnake]

Draco had shifted inside, gathering potion ingredients mechanically and trying not to think about being stood up by The Boy Who Lived. Perhaps this was to get Draco back for all the humiliation, and threats of more to come. It was alright, his mother was waiting-- he paid for his things and headed for the door, nearly walking into Harry on his way out.

Impassive disappointment turned quickly to smug amusement.

"Well, well, well. Potty decided to show his face after all."

[evilthatlures]

Harry stared for a moment at the bag of potion ingredients Draco was holding onto, surprised that he'd actually bought something from the store before he moved his gaze up and allowed for the corner of his lips to curl upward to match the smirk that was on Draco's face.

"Well, I don't break promises." Funny he should say that, really. Did he promise he'd come?

Well, Harry had only been looking forward to this all week...

Really now, Potter. Do you have to remind yourself of that pathetic fact?

"What's all this?"

[justalilsnake]

He shrugged, pushing past Harry so he wasn't in the way of incoming traffic to the store. "I told you I was out of mugwart," he said meekly. "And you didn't really promise."

Why did Potter always have to be so dramatic.

[evilthatlures]

One look at his life would be answer enough.

He turned around and fell into step next to Draco.

"You're not poisoning anyone, are you?"

[justalilsnake]

"No," he grit out. "It's for my mother."

[evilthatlures]

"Oh." His brows had furrowed slightly. "Is she alright?" Stupid, stupid question, he cringed inwardly. Obviously, Draco's mother was anything but alright. Lucius was in Azkaban.

He stopped walking just then. Not because of his blunder but 1) he didn't know where they were going and 2) if they walked on any further, he was afraid they'd bump into Ron and Hermione.

[justalilsnake]

He stopped, too, almost colliding into Harry's shoulder. "Potter--" Draco cut himself off, realizing he didn't know where they were going either, and it really wouldn't do for him to run into anyone he knew either. Though he had much bigger fish to worry about than the Mudblood and Weasel.

"Come on," he hissed, pulling Harry into a convenient alleyway just in time for one of his father's business associates to flounce past. "--sorry. What were you asking?"

[evilthatlures]

"I said--" He stopped his forward motion, nearly stumbling over his own two feet to avoid crashing into Draco, dark eyes flashing for a moment as he felt a slight tingling on his forehead: his scar and he shook his head, absentmindedly tracing the tips of his fingers against the mark as he glanced around the area. "Forget it." Where were they? It didn't look like any alleyway he'd seen before and he'd taken plenty of shortcuts in Diagon Alley. Turning around, Harry came face to face with a brick wall. "What the--?" Only seconds ago, it had been the exit to the streets of Diagon Alley.

"Where the fuck have you taken us, Malfoy?" On either side and behind them, there were surrounded by walls and it seemed that the only path left for them to take was to walk on straight ahead. To god knows where. Great. Perfect. Just what he needed. Another adventure. "If we're stuck here and I'm late for my d-" Date? Had he been about to say, date?

[justalilsnake]

"We're not stuck," he insisted, scowling darkly at Harry's slip. "If only because I refuse be be stuck anywhere with you."

He began walking on, only just barely remembering to drop Harry's arm before that got awkward.

"So sorry to keep you from your little weasel," he finally spoke up, belatedly, with none of his usual venom.

[evilthatlures]

"Don't you think we should try to get back through the--" He glanced over his shoulder to see just how far they'd gone and was surprised to find they hadn't progressed very far at all. Or just at all since the brick wall was once again directly behind them.

It seemed they were stuck in a loop of some sort or the wall was moving with them.

Either way, it wasn't good.

"Malfoy," he called out. "Malfoy, stop." He pulled his wand out and scanned the surface of the wall. "I think it's..." He stepped a little closer, brows furrowing slightly. "... I think it's alive."

Well, that, or he'd had too many glasses of elderflower wine at the Weasleys' earlier.

we had a huge floodtsorm ;-; i still dont have power but yay generators o.o

[justalilsnake]

"Shut up, it can't be alive. It's just.. some sort of curse." He shrugged, proving to be obedient when frightened. "So what now, Mr. bloody Adventure?"