Draco sat there looking at the girl. Her face drenched with tears, she had been crying for hours, and she was still bound. Draco lifted his wand and untied her and unbound her mouth. She relaxed and put her hands to her face as she cried to whip her tears away a little. Her face kept rewetting itself. Draco let out a little laugh.
"Look your not in any real danger right now. You can calm down." Draco said.
"Who are you and where am I?" she cried.
"My names Draco and your at the Island Safe House. What's your name?" Draco asked.
"Chance." She said in a low tone.
"Okay Chance, calm down and relax your not going anywhere anytime soon." Draco said.
"Why am I here?" she asked.
"I'm not a hundred percent sure but it has something to do with the Dark Lords plan." Draco said.
"Who?" she questioned.
"The Dark Lord, you've never heard of him?" he asked and she shook her head no, "Okay now I get it, kind of. Just relax, for now your safe. I just wouldn't try running, your stuck here you can't leave the boundry of the house and part of the beach."
"Please just let me go." She cried.
"I can't do that." He said and she cried. He went over and sat next to her.
"Get away from me." She cried.
"Look Chance neither of us are leaving here anytime soon so just calm down." He said. Draco got up and got a drink. The next few hours were extremely awkward for Chance but not for Draco.
Around dinner time Chance headed for the door at a fast pase. Draco just sat there with a smug look knowing she was going to run. He thought for a moment and for the first time like ever he felt bad. He got up and ran after her. He got out side and was at a good distance away.
"Chance! No don't do it!" he yelled chasing after her, "Chance wait!"
"Leave me alone!" she yelled back.
"Chance don't!" He yelled but was to late. She hit the barrier and was thrown backwards. Draco hustled even faster. He got over to where she was laying on the ground. She was knocked right out. He rolled his eyes and picked her up. He carried her back to the house and laied her on the couch. He made sure she was at least looking comfortable and he went and started to make something for dinner, mainly because he was starving. He made pasta, one of the only things he knew how to make.
"Where am I?" he heard Chance say as he made the pasta. By now the sun was setting and everything looked different. He walked over.
"Still here." He said.
"Why? How?" she asked.
"I told you, you couldn't leave." Draco said.
"What does he want from me?" she asked.
"I don't know." Draco replied.
