Chapter 2: He's Different?!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter not even in my wildest dreams. Well I lie in my head I own Harry Potter and Dramione happened ;) my little fantasy :)
"Draco, answer me this. How can a proud Malfoy save that filthy mudblood? Do you have no pride as a pureblood? Of all the moronic things to do you do this?!" screeched Bellatrix.
I turn in time to see her charge straight towards me. I quickly draw myself together. With a flick of my wand, I put the faceless death eater into ropes. Pure undiluted rage courses through me.
"Would you look at that," drawls Bellatrix, " The little mudblood thinks she can handle me. I who am the best warrior of my beloved matter!"
"Really beloved? I doubt he holds you in the same esteem," I scoff, "Beloved," surprising myself by speaking in a controlled voice. Malfoy grabs my shoulder. I turn to him surprise only to remember that only moments before he had saved me.
"Let me do the honors," he whispers into my ear leaving me breathless. Addressing Bellatrix, he drawls out, "Well Aunty, if you must know, that beloved master of yours will be defeated when the night is through."
Bellatrix's eyes flash with fury, "Draco, dear, mother and father would not be proud of you. Forgive me," she said with a cruel light lighting her eyes, "You will be taught a lesson."
Malfoy laughs, "A lesson? Don't you mean a punishment. Mother always told me to do what's right and survive. I plan to survive and if that means to switch side then so be it. Father and Mother don't care for 'master' they stopped caring about him ages ago. They want him gone forever."
"Time to teach nephy-poo a lesson," she snarls, "Crucio!"
Malfoy's face beside me contorted with pain. His eyes filled with tears but no tears fell. No screams departed from him only way to see he was in pain was through the face. The pain was clearly etched upon it. "Seems to me like you finally learned to keep your mouth shut." Bellatrix says with a hint of amusement, "This just won't do." She views him with malice in her eyes, "Crucio." She laughs when Malfoy screams in anguish. I couldn't move. I couldn't tear my eyes from the sight before me. The thought that Malfoy, the Slytherin Prince, is being tortured before me. I watched in horror.