Okay, I know the past few chapters have been really short. I just have this problem writing longer chapters -- many of the reviewers have said I'm going too fast.
Also, I've been trying to keep everyone in character, but I know Harry's a little bit like Ron in this chapter. The whole food thing -- yeah, enough said.
"What? Wait, you can't do this!" Harry's voice echoed through the small chamber as Scrimgeour tied and gagged him.
"I'm sorry, Potter," said Scrimgeour, but behind the polite words, his tone was full of malice. "I hate to admit it, but your secret's out. I know what you've done."
"What? I never did anything! What the hell are you talking about? I was just sleeping, and Malfoy here attacked me! Ask him!" He gestured wildly toward Malfoy but was outraged to see that he was allowing himself to be tied up and keeping silent.
Scrimgeour frowned at Harry. "Well, we'll see at the trial, won't we? Now come with me."
Harry reluctantly followed, glancing at Malfoy, who was walking submissively with his head down.
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"You will be staying here until your trial. Do not even try to escape - we have tripled security." With that, the Minister left Harry and Malfoy in a spacious but bare room.
As the door slammed and several locks clicked, Harry turned to Malfoy furiously. "Why didn't you tell him you attacked me? You were just standing there like a --" He was so angry words wouldn't come. Instead, he resorted to furiously pacing the room, stopping every now and then to swear angrily or kick something. And all of the time Malfoy sat on a stool in the corner and watched.
A few hours later, when Harry had finally thrown himself on the bare mattress in the middle of the room and fallen asleep, a man came in, holding a small tray of food. Malfoy stood up and accepted it.
He looked at the sleeping man for a long time before eating half of what was on his plate. With another glance at Harry, he leaned over and dumped the other half onto his plate, arranging it carefully so that it looked normal.
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Harry woke up famished. Seeing food on the table, he bounded out of the bed and over to it. As Malfoy watched, he gulped it down hungrily, and looked over at him, saying, "You've already eaten? Well, they don't have any problems with feeding us, I reckon. I mean, look at the plenty of food they've given us. You'd think they would only give us a little, but my plate's full."
Malfoy got up cautiously and sat next to him. He seemed to be in a much better mood after his nap.
However, Harry suddenly narrowed his eyes at Draco, and asked suspiciously, "So what are you planning to do to get out of here?"
There was a slight hesitation before the reply came. "I'm not planning to do anything." Then, at Harry's incredulous expression, "Look, Ha-- Potter. I've been waiting my whole life for this. Ever since I became a Death Eater, I've been waiting to be caught and sent to Azkaban. It would be a whole lot better than being stuck as a villain and murderer for the rest of my life."
Harry stared. "What? I mean... I didn't... I didn't know..."
"It's alright," said Malfoy quietly, but his voice was shaky. "We should get some sleep, the trial's tomorrow."