Banished
Chapter 4: Stranger Danger
Day three as a muggle, and Malfoy was anxious to see Raeanne. He had called her and asked to go to dinner tonight. It would be the turning point in their "relationship," Draco could feel it.
The bell above the door jingled and his head snapped up, eagerly seeing if it was Raeanne. Disappointment flooded through him as he realized it was just some guy.
Just some guy who had also been at the bakery this morning, and at the train station. Instead of coming up straight to the bar like most of the day customers did, he slunk into the shadowy tables in the back.
What is with this guy? Thought Draco. Twice is a coincidence, but three times! No, something is definitely off.
Malfoy kept his attention honed in on the guys table, trying to get as much information as possible.
But the man stayed hidden in the shadows so he could never get a good look at his face.
As they day waned on Draco got more and more anxious as the man didn't move an inch from his position, he stayed there right until closing time.
As he rose from the table and exited, he made sure to keep his face hidden.
Draco was infuriated that this complete stranger was following him and he had been too dense to pick up on it in time to notice anything about the man!
He finished up the closing up duties and banged out the door, stomping down the road, trying to calm himself before his dinner with Raeanne. He wouldn't be able to avoid another Hermione if his feelings weren't in check.
As he pounded his way to the restaurant, the hairs on the back of Malfoys neck began to rise. He whirled around and saw, who do you think, but the man.
"GOD DAMN IT WHAT DO YOU WANT! WHO ARE YOU?" Draco bellowed out, at the end of his patience. "Did those fucking poker idiots send you to bully me some more? Did they tell you that when they tried, it didn't really work out that well? So I would just stop trying!"
The man just stared at Malfoy, and let out a low, malicious, laugh.
With that, Draco snapped. He lunged at the man who deftly sidestepped away, his laugh growing louder.
"Look at you, being a muggle does not suit you. You have gotten slower, Draco Malfoy." The man said.
Draco froze at the word muggle. Who was this man? Malfoy had seriously underestimated him. He was a wizard, that much was obvious, and he had known Draco in his former life.
"Who are you? A wizard, that much I can tell. But who? And what do you want with me? You must know about what has happened to me. So why are you here? If the ministry founds out, they will punish you."
"Oh I don't think I have to worry about the ministry. And really, you don't remember me? After all those years we spent together, I as brainless oaf number one to your master plans. It's me, Goyle. Good old Gregory Goyle." Goyle let out with another malicious laugh.
"Goyle, how…what?" Malfoy was completely blown away. This man before him was NOTHING like the Goyle he remembered.
"I look a little different, don't I? Azkaban does that to you, you know. Because you see, after the war, I stayed loyal to the dark lord. Even when he was gone, I stayed loyal. So of course I spent 3 years in Azkaban until they let me out, once the majority of Voldemorts greatest supporters were destroyed, so I would pose no threat. But I would always stay loyal to the ideas the Dark Lord had. Pure bloods ruling over the rest, as it should be. And there were those who agreed with me, who wanted what had been so close to happening. We formed together, under the utmost secrecy. We plotted; I used my knowledge learned from years spent with you. Another 5 years after I was let out, I got news that you had joined the 'resistance' and of course I had to laugh. You, who would only join when you thought you had something to gain. Then you were caught, you and a bunch of other idiots. If it weren't for the rest of the true resistances skills, you lot could have blown the whole thing! Then I heard what happened to you, oh what a laugh I had then. Then I decided that it would be time for a vacation and some sport. Muggle hunting, the game being you." The worst laugh yet followed this speech.
"Jesus Goyle, why the hell would you do this? Just get out of here and leave me alone. I don't have time to deal with your crap."
"Oh no, I think I'll stick around, watch how your little affair with that muggle plays out. It's really very entertaining. And besides, I think the resistance can survive without me for a little while. "
"How do you know about Raeanne. DAMN IT GOYLE, HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW!" Malfoy screamed, blood clouding his eyes.
"Oh no, is the little muggle getting mad? Too bad he can't attack me with any spells." Goyle said, pulling out his wand. "You really don't want to attack me, you see. Because I, unlike you, still have my powers. And I can attack and kill you with two words while you stand there, helpless. So I would think very carefully about your next move."
Malfoy slowly began to back away, as Goyle twirled his wand in his hands.
"I'm proud of you Goyle, you have really proven to everyone that you have brains. I mean, I think these are the most words I have heard you speak in my entire life. I'm really really proud." Malfoy sneered out.
"What did I say? You just made a big mistake!" growled Goyle, advancing at Malfoy.
"Oh, did I make the big bumbling idiot mad? Am I taking away part of your glory? Of finding me? Have you been waiting your whole, miserable, pathetic, life to do this? " Draco said, playing the wild card. If he made Goyle mad enough, he would stop thinking straight. And that would be Draco's only chance for escape.
"STUPEFY!" Goyle cried, a jet of red light flying from his wand.
Malfoy jumped aside, narrowly missing the spell as it hit a trash can, exploding it.
He then jumped behind a corner and started to run as Goyle followed, shooting spells at him.
Draco's lungs burned as he forced his body to keep running, dodging spells as well as he could. Some passed so close; they burned his skin and clothes.
He could feel Goyle slowing down behind him, his weight dragging him down. Draco kept running till he pulled up to a bus stop right as a bus was closing its doors.
Malfoy squeezed through the doors, throwing the fare at the driver and moving to the back, where he collapsed at a seat, every part of him burning with exhaustion.
As the bus sped away down the street, he glanced out the window to the bus stop, where Goyle was standing there cursing.
Malfoy had narrowly avoided him tonight, but he knew that Goyle wouldn't give up. That he would keep following him until finally, finally, he killed Draco.
As Draco was walking up to the restaurant where he was supposed to meet Raeanne 45 minutes late, she came storming out of it. When she saw Draco, she froze, and screamed in frustration.
"YOU! All you god damn mother fuckers of men are the same! You think you can just show up whenever the hell you please and that us women will just be all dandy with it. But I refuse, I REFUSE! You know, I really thought you were different too. I felt an attraction to you. But you thought you could use me and I wouldn't care." She yelled at him, tears springing to her eyes.
"No, Raeanne, listen to me. I didn't mean to be late; I wasn't trying to use you! I swear! Something came up-" he desperately tried to explain.
"What the hell happened to you, you're all burnt? Damn something really did come up didn't it?" she interrupted him.
"Tell me about it." Draco said, letting out a hysterical laugh.
"Well I don't think that right now I should be with you, you need to get yourself cleaned up. But when you do, when you have everything cleaned up, call me."
"You're not just talking about the burns are you?" he asked.
"No Draco, I'm not." She replied sadly, walking away.
He watched her go, pain in his heart. As he turned and started heading back to the motel, he began thinking over the nights events.
He had to do something about Goyle, or he would kill him. The only thing he could do was go to the ministry and tell them everything, everything about Goyle, about what he had told Draco, and the truth about what Malfoy had done.
It was time that the truth came out.
But what about Raeanne? If you tell the truth, you will never see her again.
It's for the best. I'm not right for her, and she's not right for me.
Malfoy fought the tears that were coming to his eyes. He had been fighting against everyone for so long. And there was only so much he could take. It was all starting to wear on him, the pressure and pain of it all.
If he didn't tell the truth, he would snap.
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