Rounds

[natalia1]

Anne could genuinely say she hated patrolling the halls. Her rounds were tedious and bothersome to say the least. Up and down the corridors with the same portraits trying to talk to her over and over again. "Alright there, young lass?" An older gentleman in a picture would always ask, "You look a right bit ill, a right bit ill!" He was dressed in old dress robes among other men in dress robes who seemed to roll their eyes each time he opened his mouth. Anne being Anne, would always reply, "I'm quite well, thank you."

Merlin, did she hate it.

But what she hated the most, were her rounds through the Forbidden Corridor. There were always those tossers who liked playing around up there, thinking they were so unique and so cool that they were doing something dangerous. They weren't. They were being foolish. So here Anne was, looking for the foolish kids who thought it was a good idea to be up here. She felt completely alone. Like no one had been up there in years. The only light source being a few torches along the left wall, with eerie statues looming over her.

Hated it.

[draco malfoy]

Draco loved the forbidden corridor. He found it to be a great place to take girls - and really, that was all he needed from a corridor. In any case, the girl he'd been with tonight had left fifteen minutes ago - just before curfew - and Draco had been tidying up the room they were in - as well as putting on his robes. He had rounds soon, after all. He exited the room adjusting his robes, anyway, and found someone else in the dimly lit corridor, though he couldn't quite tell who it was. "Get on, then!" He called to the other person, stalking towards them. That was when he realized it was Anne, and stopped. "Oh, it's just you."

[natalia1]

Anne watched from a distance as a male figure exit one of the rooms. She frowned as he tidied up his appearance then turn to face her. She couldn't quite make out who it was, but it didn't matter. She was about to tell the kid to run off, find something else to do, get the hell out of the forbidden corridor, get to their appropriate house, or maybe she was going to take points away or give out a detention or two. To say the least, she wasn't in one of her more pleasant moods.

About to, about to do one of those things until the person beat her to it. As she glided closer to the figure, she heard a sharp order barked from him, and knew at that moment exactly who it was. He corrected his mistake shortly after speaking it with an, "Oh, it's just you." Anne frowned, looking at his tousled hair. She shook her head, knowing exactly what had been going on behind the door. "Just me? Don't you know how to make a girl feel special." Anne slowly walked past him, "I hope that girl's gotten back to her house by now. Don't want you to be the reason she gets detention."

[draco malfoy]

"You should ask her if I know how to make a girl feel special" Draco smirked, "And don't worry - the detention would be worth it." He added, turning to walk with her. "Want some company?"

[natalia1]

Anne shook her head in disgust. The things Malfoy did with girls in dusty old, sketchy rooms truly made her glad she was a virgin. A girl like her would never stoop down to the level girls like the ones Malfoy seemed to like were at. Anne turned her head sideways to look him up and down with her blue eyes, "Sure." She replied, looking forward to having someone - anyone - with her as she walked the corridor.

[draco malfoy]

"For someone so disgusted at my behaviour, you don't seem to mind my company" Draco smirked, amused. Silly little Hufflepuff girl.

[natalia1]

"Don't like the forbidden corridor." Anne spoke, turning her head back around, "Right now I'd enjoy a ferret's company, oh wait..." She smiled to herself, holding back a chuckle at her own idea of a joke.

[draco malfoy]

Draco, gritting his teeth, shrugged. "Always good to insult the person who offered to do your rounds with you." He said simply, turning around to head back towards the stairs, and thus his common room. "Let me know if you decide to stop being a bitch."

[natalia1]

"Oi, don't be so sensitive." Anne called back to him. The humor evaporating. Even if she refused to admit it, she did enjoy his company on such trips through the forbidden corridors. Him leaving would leave her completely alone, even more so than last time because at least there he was, in one of the rooms last time.

[draco malfoy]

Draco turned back, but stopped dead, arms crossed over his chest. "What's in it for me, then?" He asked.

[natalia1]

Anne stopped as well, lifting a thin eyebrow his way. "What do you mean what's in it for you?" She question, not confused by his question at all, but what his motives were.

[draco malfoy]

"Well, you want me to join you. I do, and you mock me. I'm sorry, I don't see where the benefit is for me." Draco answered, feeling it was rather obvious.

[natalia1]

"W-W... I ..." Anne stuttered, looking for something to say. Honestly, was it that hard for him to just walk her rounds with her? What did he want in return? Anne being nice and sweet to him? "I have no idea what you want. For me not to hurt your feelings again? Or are you looking for a different benefit? Because frankly, you're not the type of person to just want the benefit of kindness."

[draco malfoy]

"Frankly, I don't think you know a thing about the type of person I am. You obviously don't value the kindness I showed in offering to walk with you, else you wouldn't have been offensive. To be quite frank, I have no interest in assisting you," Draco answered, turning around again. She could do her rounds alone, for all he cared.

[natalia1]

"Fine," Anne shouted. She hardly shouted. Hardly. She was not going to go further into the bloody corridor where unknown creatures and objects and magical objects of destruction were stored. She didn't need Draco. She could wait for someone else to come along and walk with. Yes. She'll just wait. Another prefect should be coming along soon. Hopefully. Anne walked the way he had just turned to leave to sit under the nearest torch. Thankfully it wasn't far from her. Anne sat down, crossed her legs, and pulled her robe tight around her body. Bloody cold. Bloody, bloody cold! "Everyone knows the type of person you are, Malfoy." Anne uttered towards his retreating figure. "You and you're completely mental, deatheater, Dark Lord arse kissing family." She fumed, crossing her arms over her chest, underneath her robe.