George couldn't see anything. There was a blindfold covering his eyes, and his hands and legs were tied. He could still hear though. He was straining to listen to the muffled conversation that was going on somewhere to his left, but the voices were almost inaudible. He wondered if Fred was finishing the potion like he'd asked, or whether he was looking for him. The tiny selfish part of him was secretly hoping that Fred was looking for him, but most of him hoped that he was helping everyone else. Suddenly, his blindfold was pulled roughly off, and he winced when the sudden movement made his head pound.
He blinked slowly, trying to clear some of the blood out of his left eye. He looked down to find that his was lying on a stone table, in a large, gloomy room. Suddenly, movement to his right caught his eye, and he turned to face it. His eyes grew wide as he saw what 'it' was. He was currently looking straight at Draco Malfoy, who was glaring back at him, and holding his wand out in front of him. Draco turned around, and walked towards a wooden table near the wall, on which sat a small vial of light purple liquid. Draco carefully picked the vial up, and brought it back towards George, who was watching him curiously. He wasn't really scared, as everyone knew that Malfoy's bark was worse than his bite, but he felt confused as to what Draco's plan was.
His question was soon answered. "Sit up and be quiet, you filthy blood traitor. You've been getting too involved in business that isn't yours, and now, you're going to pay the price," said Draco, holding up the vial. "You're going to drink this, and-" "What is it?" asked George. "That doesn't matter. What matters is that you're going to drink it, and-" "Well, what if I don't want to drink it?" asked George, smirking slightly at the look of outrage on Draco's face, who was clearly not happy at being interrupted twice. "You're going to drink it, or I'll get my father to lock yours in Azkaban." Now it was Draco's turn to smirk. George glared at him. "Always such a daddy's boy, weren't you, Draco?" he said, as Draco pushed the small vial into his hands. "And don't even think about smashing it, Weaselby." he snarled.
