Something Missing
Draco
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?
Missing, Evanescence
As Hermione and I sat on my bed in silence, I stroked my hand through her soft, brown hair. And at that moment, I was at peace.
Too bad it didn't last for long.
The door to my room crashed open, and none other than my father stood there, his face contorted with rage.
"Draco!" He thundered, rushing at me and pulling me up by the neck of my shirt. "What is that Mudblood doing in my house?"
"She's" I started, but Father flung me aside.
"Never mind," He said, his eyes menacing as he turned his wand on Hermione. "I can finally have some fun."
I knew what Father was going to do right before he said the words.
I threw myself in front of Hermione as he yelled, "Wingardium Leviosa!"
I found myself floating upside down in the air, just like those Muggles during the Quidditch World Cup two years ago.
"Draco!" Hermione shrieked.
"Well, well, well," my father said from down below.
Instantly, I remembered my most recent dream. Except our positions were reversed now. I was up in the air while my father was down below.
"Draco..." he started. "You are braver than I would have expected.
Father took his wand off me, and I fell painfully back down to the ground.
Yes, our positions were reversed.
"But you have been very foolhardy." He said. "Associating with Muggles."
"Hermione is a witch." I replied angrily.
"Yes, yes..." Father said lazily, brushing off my come back. He glared once more and pointed his wand at me.
Even if we were reversed, Father was still pulling the strings. This is what I was thinking as he muttered, "Crucio," and my body exploded in pain.