Oh, boy. When Draco said he wasn't done with me yet, he wasn't kidding.

I've outsmarted Draco over the years, but this time around, I may have to admit defeat.

I was sitting in a small, old, disgustingly disgusting house. And Voldemort was coming in about five minutes. Crap.

Draco had called father after he and Rachel stopped kissing.

Now, Rachel had been totally conflicted because she was now in love with Draco, but she still cared about me. She wasn't sure who to side with.

In the end, she sided with me.

"Draco, don't do anything to harm your sister. That wouldn't be very chivalrous, now would it?"

But Draco, being as cunning and manipulative (and evil) as he is, convinced her he was not going to hurt me.

Father had teleported here and things happened pretty fast from that point.

Father was of course furious, and took me to the shrieking shack to let Voldemort deal with me. I wasn't sure why my family was so worked up about this. Was there something I was missing?

And sure enough, before I could form a good escape plan, Voldie appeared. (The name Voldie makes him sound way cuter and less likely to kill you, BTW.)

"Well, well, well. Natasha Malfoy. The girl who lived, eh? I never thought I'd live to see your face again." He chirped.

"What the heck are you jabbering on about, Voldie?" I replied.

I was being pretty dang funny if I should say so myself, but Voldie probably didn't appreciate my attempts at humor.

"I tried to kill you once, Miss Malfoy, but you see, my powers again ricocheted just as they did with Harry Potter. Except you don't seem to carry as much angst as Potter, nor do you have a scar." He went on.

"BEEP, BEEP BEEP BEEP, BEEP!"

"Oh, hold on there, Voldie! My tamagotchi pooped! Gotta clean that up there…. Oh, what the heck! Come on, Mametchi! Let's play hurdles!"

"MISS MALFOY!" boomed Voldemort.

"What is it, Voldie-mart? Hey, that's a good idea! You could have a chain of convenience stores! VOLDIE-MART!"

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

A green light began to flash around me, as if I had some sort of force field around me.

I started doing a cool victory dance, since Voldie couldn't kill me.

"Oh, and Voldie-Mart, why are you trying to kill me, anyways? Why am I the girl who lived?"

He began to talk.

"Because, Natasha. You are destined to kill me. You and Potter, together you have the power to vanquish me. Potter, he is weaker than you. I can't seem to kill him, though I can weaken him. I can't weaken you at all, can I ,Miss Malfoy?"

But then I got this idea.

I dialed a number on my phone.

"Oh, Puck, save me please! I'm in England, in a place called the shrieking shack! Oh, help me! Force my brother Draco to take you there! He's at Rachel's house! I'll kiss you if you come!"

Sure enough, Draco and Puck appeared a couple minutes later.

Draco looked really beat up.

"How about that kiss?" said Puck.

Crap. I hadn't thought this plan through very well.

"Oh, alright." I said.

I walked up and kissed Puck on the cheek.

Voldemort, who had basically given up at this point, called Snape.

"Snape, I need some pepperoni pizza! STAT!"

I hugged Puck.

"Thanks for saving me." I said.

"Anything for you, Natasha."

And Draco took us back using that transporting power that he learned at Hogwarts to take us back.

Yes, it seemed like a happy ending…for now, that is.

Puck will probably brag about his "new girlfriend" tomorrow.

You know what? I don't care.

Everything seems to be working out right now.

What can I say? I'm on a roll.