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Chapter4: Captivity

Malfoy got up and stumbled around, trying to feel his way to the door.

Justine, having been relieved of the enormous weight on her stomach, sat up and began to massage her mid-section.

"Don't tell me you're a Muggle, girl. No Muggle could've done this to me. Wandless magic is extremely complex. Now, who are you? Really. I don't want any more of your nonsense," he growled at her.

Justine stayed silent. She was slowly inching her way to the door; which, contrary to where Malfoy was scrambling around, was on the other side of the room. She made sure she didn't make any noise, as she crawled on the cold cement floor. She kept at it, as Malfoy shouted profanities at her, and called her every dirty word that had ever been invented, plus a few that she had never heard before, and was quite positive that he had invented himself.

She was so close to the door, and Malfoy was so far from her. She could taste escape as she reached up to grab the doorknob.

Suddenly, a shrieking alarm went off. Justine turned around to see Malfoy grinning from ear to ear.

"Though you'd escape? Well, you certainly thought wrong. That doorknob has a spell on it that will only let a witch or wizard with a wand open it. Because most of the people that are brought down here are wandless, yourself included, it's certainly a foolproof plan." Malfoy smirked to himself.

While he kept rambling on about his impressive mental abilities, which most likely weren't even his own, Justine turned around and was slowly creeping up to where Malfoy was. She now knew that she needed to get his wand out. The man had practically given her the means to get out of this place.

She tried to keep her breathing to a minimum as she tiptoed towards him. She knew that because he could no longer see, all of his other senses would be extra sensitive. She was really close now. She could see his wand stuck in his back pocket, a careless move on his part; although Justine was slowly coming to realize that Malfoy was not a smart man in any way. Sure, he was brutal, and down-right cruel, but he only did what others told him to do.

Her hand slowly reached out towards the wand as she tried to control her arm. She had to pull it away from him before he knew that it was gone. Her fingers curled around the cool smooth wooden handle, and she gripped it tightly as she pulled it towards her. She had the wand! She could escape now.

Her excitement was short-lived as Malfoy turned, snarling and trying to grab at her. She quickly jumped out of the way of his swinging arms, and ran towards the door. Turning the handle, she pulled open the door and ran through it, breathless and full of adrenaline.

She closed the door behind her, locking Malfoy effectively inside. Without his wand, he was powerless to try and open the door. Justine ran up the solid stone staircase, not ever stopping to catch her breath. She didn't know if Malfoy had another way of communicating with the rest of the household, so she didn't know how long she had.

When she reached the top of the stairs, she came to a wooden door. Hesitant, she opened it to find herself in a beautiful ballroom. The walls were painted in a silver colour with beautiful green designs painted in panels. The tables were organized in a circle around the outer edges of the room. Each table had a green tablecloth with silverware and white cloth napkins. The chandeliers hanging down from the ceiling were made out of pure crystal, with the one right over the dance floor being more impressive. That one had at least five hundred kilograms worth of crystal hanging from its core. The chandeliers were not attached to the ceiling, but instead floated above each table. The dance floor itself was made out of oak, finished to shine brilliantly.

"Boy, is this guy rich!" Justine thought to herself, as she looked for the way out of the ballroom. It looked as though there was no way out, but Justine had a brilliant idea. She took Malfoy's wand, which was feeling warm in her hand, and she put it in the palm of her hand. "If you're really magical, point me in the direction that I'm to go in to get out of here," she whispered.

The wand rotated ninety degrees on her palm, and pointed on the other side of the dancefloor. Unknownly, Justine had initiated the "Point Me" spell. She started to walk towards the blank wall, knowing that so far, luck was on her side, and that sooner or later, she was going to lose this race she was running.

On the other side of the ballroom there was a space where there was no tables or chairs. The wall was plain and seemed to look different from the rest of the room, but Justine couldn't place what was different about it besides the lack of designs.

She reached out to touch the wall, and was startled when her hand went through the wall as though it were water. It was with a strange feeling that Justine walked through the non-existant wall. Immediately, she noticed that she was in a long hallway. The hallway was dark and damp, with the only light source coming from the torches bolted to the wall. The walls were made of grey stones, forming a semi-circle to touch the stone pathway.

Suddenly Justine shivered. She wasn't wearing much, just her jeans and a t-shirt. The rest of her clothes had been removed by Malfoy, and she had only bothered to put her shoes back on before she had taken off. There was a cold draft that was sweeping its way through the tunnel. Justine turned to face the wind and started to walk that way. She wasn't sure if it was such a good idea, but she knew that she had to get out of the Malfoys' house, and a breeze meant that there was an exit to the outdoors from the tunnel.

She gasped as she felt something run over her shoes. The dim light revealed two red eyes staring at her.

"Great," Justine groaned. "Rats."

She continued to walk down the hallway, which was starting to feel like a sewer. Justine found herself walking near the edges to avoid the puddles of water laying in the middle of the stone walkway. After walking for what felt like days, but in truth was only fifteen minutes, Justine came to a plain wooden door. It looked unusual compared to the rest of the area. This door was relatively new and its handle was made of a beautiful silver handle.

Justine grasped the handle and pulled the door towards herself. She was shocked when it actually opened, but she quickly slipped through the door, and shut it behind her. She did not want any rats to come through, not because she cared at all about the Malfoys` wellbeing, but because she didn`t want rats following her around.

She found herself in another room, not unlike the stately ballroom. This room, however, was much smaller. It looked to Justine like a dining room that a family would use.

Justine turned around to have a look at the rest of the room, and banged right into Draco.