Chapter 12: Am I dead or am I alive?

I don't remember how long I was drifting in and out of conciseness. Whoever had saved me was keeping me sedated for some reason unknown to me. Slowly I was spending more time awake and took in my surroundings. I was in a bedroom of some kind and the sun was rising. A decently fire was roaring in a fireplace at the foot of the bed. I sat up slowly to look around. The room clearly looked like someone wealth lived here but the room was decorated that didn't seem very warm. It was mostly dark woods and rich green fabric with grays and silvers as accents.

"I wonder where I am? Am I dead?" I thought to myself and quickly laid back down and pretended to be asleep when I heard someone opening the door and enter. The person shut the door, locked it before sitting down in an armchair next to my bed.

"I can't do this anymore… I can't keep hiding her here… what was I thinking saving her?" The person said and sighed heavily "Saving one life won't change what I did or was forced to do. Maybe I should just take her somewhere where someone she calls "family" will find her." I suddenly realized who it was and my heart stopped. It was Draco! He was the only who had saved me from Greyback but why? Why would he risk his life for mine? Unless he was going to take me and hand me over to Voldemort.

"I have to get away from him and this place. Why didn't I figure it out sooner?! I must be at Malfoy Manor!" without thinking much about it, I grabbed the pillow that was next to me and hit Draco hard with it. While he was distracted, I tried to get up and run for it only to fall to the ground do to the shooting pain coming from my leg. I picked up the fire poker from the hearth and twisted a bit as Draco approached me.

"Get away from me Malfoy! I am not going to let you take me and use me as bait!"

"If I was going to do that I would have already Black. Now put down that thing before you hurt yourself." He flatly stated as he picked me up and put me back into the bed. I tried to hit him with it but he easily disarmed me. I started to feel trapped with no way of escaping. I felt like I was back in that room. Tears started to fall from my eyes and I moved to the far side of the bed away from Draco, scared of what was going to happen next. What he did next still shocks me to this day. He sat down on the bed next to me and with a flick of his wand healed my leg.

"I know I treated you like dirt in school Black. Since we were little we have been enemies because of our blood statuses. Because of what our parents did and who they were." He paused and looked at me. I listened to him, as he continued, not sure what he was up to.

"I can't keep doing this. I can't keep killing and torturing…" his eyes bore into my own and I saw what I had seen after the Christmas party in sixth year. All those years I thought he was bad; he was really just trying to act like his father. Now that he was doing that, he found out that he wasn't like him at all.

"Why did you save me? One good deed won't wipe your record clean."

"I don't know what I was thinking. I overheard that monster bragging about his new mate and how he had already broken her to the point of she was perfect. Then he said your name and I…I just couldn't stand it. We were never friends but I couldn't stand the thought of what had happened to you…" he stopped and looked down at his hands.

"Draco?" I said softly. He made no move to look at me and I continued.

"Thank you for saving me. I owe you a lot for getting me out of that place. But what happens now? Does anyone else know I'm here?"

"For now you are staying here in my room until you are strong enough to leave. After that I'll sneak you out but after you are out, you are on your own." He looked up at me when he finished speaking.

"How long will I be here?"

"A week more depending on how your leg is. The rest of your injuries are healed and closed." A loud crack interrupted him, scaring both of us. I saw a house elf standing in front of the fireplace, looking right at Draco.

"Master wants to see young master right away." He said in a monotone voice.

"Tell my father I am busy right now and I am not to be disturbed." The elf left with another cracking sound and soon a loud knocking was coming from the door. I panicked and hide under the covers as the door opened.

"Draco when I tell you to come to talk to you, you come immediately and not backtalk to me!" Luscious growled at him.

"Who is that under the covers next to you?" he strided to the bed and yanked the covers back to reveal me. I had changed my appearance in hopes he wouldn't realize it was me. My hair was now a dirty blonde color with curls and my eyes were hazel.

"Who is this?" he sneered while looking at me.

"This is…this is…"

"Annabelle Johnson, pureblood from Scotland." I changed my voice to a thick Scottish accent.

"Annabelle was running from the order when I found her hiding in our garden. She escaped from them after they took her away from her family for questioning about giving one of our scouts information."

"They didn't believe me that I didn't tell you anything and Draco was so kind to let me stay here for a while until I can make it home."

"Johnson? Related to Emily Johnson I assume?"

"Yes she was my cousin, removed of course after she married Sirius Black." I felt sick to my stomach as I continued to lie.

"Please forgive me Mama and Dad and my friends…" I thought as I continued making up a story that would keep Luscious happy and wouldn't find out it was me.

"You are to look at me when you speak to me girl." He made me look at him.

"Annabelle is blind Father, she cannot see." Draco lied and I made my eyes unfocused so though I was looking at him, it looked like I couldn't see him at all.

"Ah I see. Well then Annabelle, you are to stay here as long as you like." He let go of my face and walked to the door.

"Oh and Draco, you are to watch our guest and make sure she stays out of trouble." He left the room and shut the door. I felt tears sting my eyes but I refused to cry. I was trapped again with no chance of escape.

"We will still follow our plan. I will get you out of here." Draco got up from the bed.

"How?" I choked out.

"Leave that to me. For now get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a long day." He left the room.

"I'm trapped again. I'm still stuck away from my friends…from my home. How am I going to get out of here? I don't trust Draco. He's up to something and now his father thinks I'm some blondie from Scotland who could be a good match for his son!" I laid down and curled up under the covers.

"Why is all of this happening to me? If Remus hadn't yanked me from Harry none of this would have happened…" I fell asleep soon that thought and hoped that when I woke up, everything that had happened would be a bad dream and I was safe at the burrow in Harry's arms…

A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long to come out. I had writers block for a few days trying to figure out how to write Draco. Hopefully he is not too OC. I wanted to show a different side of him that was hinted at by Tom Felton in the movies (who did an amazing job you have to admit). See you in the next chapter ;)