AUTHORS NOTE: I wish I owned but I don't

Thanks to OmenProphecy for being my beta!

Elena woke in an uncomfortable positions, and her head was pounding. The smell of mold and decay filled her nostrils and she dry heaved, not having anything in her stomach to let out. She kept her eyes closed until she was sure there were no bright lights around to blind her. Then she opened them, and found herself in a dungeon of sorts, but she could see parts of the ceilings had caved in, and rubble was strewn across the floor. These holes let some light in, so the dungeon wasn't near as dark as she guessed it would have normally been.

She wracked her brain in an effort to remember what had happened. She remembered her class letting out, and changing her shirt in her office, choosing to stay in her jeans but now donning a pretty black silk wrap around top. Then she had been walking to Harry's room... then nothing.

She could still smell remnants of whatever it was had been pressed against her mouth. She couldn't quite place it, as the scent was now to weak for her to decipher it. She did know however that it didn't smell like a potion, since it didn't have the usual twang of magic mixed into it. So whatever it was, it was muggle.

She was pulled out of her thoughts when a noise came from her left and she turned her head to see what it was, at the same time grabbing to where she strapped her wand to her hip, only to find the holster empty. 'Great, no wand, and I don't know where I am. Yep this is a great birthday.' She thought sarcastically.

The noise happened again, only this time a person appeared with it. It seems the noise was the person tapping her wand against the wall. She couldn't see his face clearly, but the white shine of hair was unmistakeable. "Draco... what the hell are you doing?" She asked as he finally stepped into the light.

He smirked and then flung her wand somewhere to the side. She was sitting on the floor but her hands were chained up to the wall loosely so they could fall to her side, but enough that she knew she could only move so far.

Draco smirked, and snapped his fingers, a plate of bread with some slices of cheese and apples appeared in front of her. Then he spoke. "You might want to eat now, I did a body scan on you and noticed the last time you ate was early this morning. Wouldn't want you passing out from starvation."

He summoned a chair and sat down a few feet in front of her. Watching as she eyed the plate of food suspiciously. He shook his head and sighed, "It's not poisoned, I want you alive. I may have kidnapped you, but I took an oath a long time ago to never kill another person if that person hasn't tried to kill me first."

Elena could only look on in confusion, but she did sit herself into a more comfortable position, and started to eat. Draco summoned a glass of juice for her as well, apologizing for not thinking of it sooner. "There is a potion in the juice, but don't worry, it is a simple headache potion. Chloroform is useful if you don't want it to be traceable by magical means, but it does leave you with a pounding headache. But I'm sure you've already discovered that."

She sniffed the juice, and then took a sip, her head instantly starting to feel better. So she set the glass down and started eating again. "What is it you want from me Draco? I have done nothing to you."

He sighed, and sat back. "Let me tell you a story. I was raised by a loving mother, and strict father. They instilled in me the importance of blood purity and being true to our way of life. I believed in these ideals, and believed that as a Malfoy I should always get what I want because I was superior to everyone else. So on the first day of Hogwarts when I offered my hand in friendship to Harry Potter. He refused it, and took up with the Weasley boy instead. I was furious so I spent the next few years hating him, until one day it seemed I didn't hate him any more. I picked the fights just to hear the passion in his voice, and I played against him in Quidditch because I thought he looked beautiful and graceful when he was flying." He stopped and thought a moment, thinking of what else to tell her.

"He testified for me after the war, helped me stay out of Azkaban, I loved him even more then, but as always I put on a blank face and merely thanked him. A few months ago when he came to me offering his friendship when he had somehow learned of my feelings, I accepted, but I knew I wanted more. So I decided to get it. When you two split I thought it would be easy, but then you roped him right back in."

Elena had sat, listening to his story, and her heart went out to the man, despite what he had done. "So if you're not going to kill me, what are you going to do?" she asked.

"Well I am going to modify your memory, seeing as how I was supposed to be at your party tonight, no one will suspect that I am the reason you've gone missing. So I am going to keep you here for a few days, join the search party and act as the effectively concerned colleague who wants you found safe and sound. Then I will return here and modify your memory to make you believe you had simply rethought the concept of being with Harry and teaching at Hogwarts, and had decided to go off for a few days to think. You will go back to America and write a letter to your father explaining this, and he will in turn tell Harry." With these words he got a gleam in his eyes.

"When he is sulking, devastated by your dismissal. I will comfort him, as his friend, and I will slowly feed him doses of a potion I created to make the drinker believe he is gay. Then I will seduce him, and make him mine. If he however does not fall for me naturally, I believe a healthy does of love potion will do the trick until I can get him to marry me. Then he will have no choice but to stay with me."

He sat back in his chair once more, and gave her a smirk, but what he didn't know is that while he had been rambling on about his master plan, she had been using a spare hair pin she always kept in her back pocket to slowly push the pin holding her wrists, out of it's opening so she could wandlessly summon her wand and free herself.

'Draco Malfoy, you just wait until I get out of here, I'm going to shave all that pretty blonde hair of yours off your head!' She thought to herself while still keeping a calm and somewhat fearful look on her face.

She was seconds away from freeing herself when suddenly there was a loud explosion just above them, and the room started to fill with people. Unfortunately, some of the rubble had fallen and she was hit in the head, the world going black once again.

AUTHORS NOTE: We got a little insight into the working mind of Draco Malfoy, Sad and alone, but still just as selfish and arrogant as ever. Bad Draco! Let's hope that nothing else bad happens!

Since I haven't written the next chapters yet, even I don't know what will happen, so travel with me readers!