Chapter one: Capture
"Let me go, scum! Unhand me right now!" an enraged Draco Malfoy shouted at the capturing arms of the London policeman. He had been strolling down Muggle London to get to the Leaky Cauldron when all of a sudden a man burst out of a nearby shop. He had glanced towards Draco while he walked past the store, and had thrown something at him.
Draco grunted at the memory of finding out it was a Muggle device, something they called a 'metal wand', as he'd read in the Daily Prophet once. As he saw the man run away, he got caught up in the arms of the bulky police officer.
Draco POV
I leaned my chair on it's hind legs, balancing dangerously. Of course it looked dangerous to the stupid Muggle across of me. I glared coldly at the man. His eyes were a bit puffy, and stubble was gracing his face. I turned away from the man in disgust, turning my chair too in the process.
"What were you doing in front of that jewelry store, Mr…?" the man started, his tired cobalt eyes focused on my side. I huffed in annoyance, like I could tell them I was a wizard on my way to a magical pub? No way. Grudgingly, I told the man my name. "Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." I heard myself say. The sound of my voice came out differently in the cold, gray room.
"My name is Damian Smith. I'm one of the detectives here. Tell me, Mr. Malfoy, why were you at the jewelry store?" he asked me, trying to catch my glance with his eyes. I stubbornly looked at the wall. The door opened, and I turned my head in curiosity. In the doorway was a woman with long blonde hair and half-closed eyes. She reminded me of Mother. She turned towards the man and whispered something in his ear.
My focus was sharpened. Muggles were not quite clever, for that was a fact, but I did not like this situation. I turned my chair again, and put my arms to rest on the small table between myself and the two Muggles.
"Mr. Malfoy, can you explain wearing these…robe-looking clothes you're wearing? The culprit was seen wearing similar clothes to yours." Smith said as he finally caught my eyes with his own.
"This is traditional wear in my surroundings." I said, my voice cold and echoing slightly. I could see the man tensing, and the blonde female had moved to stand against the wall behind him, her hand on his shoulder.
"And can you explain why the weapon was in your possession when our officer came to the scene of the crime?" Smith continued. I smiled slightly, the man had no clue of what I was. "I had never seen such a device before, and I do not know how to operate it." I said truthfully. The man tensed further, and I could almost feel his annoyance with me. He tried again. "And Mr. Malfoy, did you see the presumably real culprit?" he asked me.
"Yes. He was wearing black, and had a black mask over his head." I said, still truthful, but revealing nothing to him. His face became stained with red spots all over his cheeks and forehead as he stood up. "We're not getting anywhere. Put him into one of the overnight cells." He said as he walked away, not looking back.
The blonde female walked towards me, and pushed me out the door. We walked to a deserted hallway, with strange looking doors. She opened one of them, then beckoned another 'police officer' to her. I was pushed inside the, what I now saw, tiny room with a bunk for two and a toilet. "You will be given one phone call tomorrow. Please stay in here with our other overnighter." She said as she closed the door, leaving me in the claustrophobic room.
How dare that Muggle!
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So. My first multi-chaptered fic. Revolving around Draco and Harry, since I haven't felt the need to write other pairings. (although I had an idea of a Shugo Chara! fic..We'll see XD)
Who will be Draco's cellmate? And what terrible thing will happen to him? Read it in the next exciting chapter of Framed!
