A/N: Hi! This might be short as it is getting late but it is a Chapter! I do not own anything. Props to everyone who has reviewed me and especially to loya, who has reviewed TWO of my fics. Besides, my chapters are "always" short and sweet. I write them that way so they can be read in one sitting.
That idiotic squib Longbottom. Draco thought this, and more to that effect. The Slytherin was in a forest that he was relatively certain was NOT the forbidden forest. Draco had arrived at this conclusion by the singular fact that he had touched a portkey seconds, minutes, hours, or days before. The forest, light and all, was always a dark green that was wonderful in the Slytherin Common Room and woeful in a forest that he, Draco Lucius Malfoy, was hopelessly lost in. Then he realized that it was impossible that he had been wandering in the forest for hours or days. It was steadily growing darker. He would now be hopelessly lost in the dark. Draco pulled out his wand. He was getting worried that he had misplaced it. At Hogwarts, where he was definitely not. "Lumos" he said, and the wand lit up. That was a relief. I f he was attacked by any wild animals, he could defend himself. However, he could not do anything about the food situation. He was hungry. Starving, in fact. With some relief, Draco realized that there was a Chocolate Frog, albeit a melted one, in his pocket. He would eat it later.
Later...
It was dark. With one hand holding the glowing wand, Draco removed the last half of the Chocolate Frog from its wrapper and ate it. He had wanted to conserve it, but he did not. Now, he noticed he was thirsty and even hungrier than before. How long can I live without water? Three days? I wish I knew water making spells. I wish I knew food making spells. I want to sleep. No, I can't sleep. A werewolf might eat me. Then his thoughts turned back to Hogwarts. He would be glad to see Potter, or even that Mudblood Granger, if either of these loathsome individuals could help him get back. He crept through the forest, wand out. The cocky Slytherin jumped at leaves rustling, animals crying, and twigs snapping under his feet.
What was that over there? People! With long blond hair, and crowns of leaves and flowers. They were speaking and sometimes singing in a mysterious language. Draco crept closer. Would they help him?
A/N: How did you like it? I haven't read Hobbit for a while so ... THIS IS MIRKWOOD! And this chapter has sucked me dry so the only way you'll hear about Draco and co. in the next few weeks is by putting me under the Imperius Curse. Please don't. :D
