Kidnapped

Chapter 37

The Weasley Twins were often known for their pranks, jokes, and tendencies to show up when they were most definitely not wanted. This was not always the case, but at this moment, I needed to get Granger back up to the Castle and quickly.

When I told her this, the two looked quizzically at me and then at each other before grabbing me by the arms and hauling me into the front of their store. I growled and snapped for them to let me go but they just laughed.

"Such a worry weasel."

"No that's mum, George."

"Oh right!"

They carried me outside the store and I faintly heard Granger calling for them to stop. Which they did, after the darkness on the streets of Diagon Alley grew darker and the quiet resounded loudly in my ears. Their cheery mood fell to an abrupt stop as they glanced around, placing me back on the ground. I looked for Granger and found her gaze.

She was standing at the entry way to the Weasley's shop and I held my hand up for her to stay. She looked cross at me but I didn't mistake her frightened posture for her stubborn posture.

I felt one of the Weasley's stiffen and I swirled away from the store to see what he saw; my wand at the ready and they reiterated with me. For a moment, it felt odd to be standing side by side with men who were usually on the other end of my wand.

My eyes focused on the dark and I felt a beastly growl in the back of my throat. "Now, now, Draco. There's no need to get vicious." I heard a familiar silky voice and in a flash, the two were hurled back and I braced my feet in the soft ground.

"George! Fred!" She shouted and ran to their aid but I turned my head and snapped. "Stay."

The voice that sounded very familiar cackled and I fought my memory to recall who it was. It wasn't my father; I'd have realized his voice in an instant. It wasn't Blaises' father either, strangely, considering he was the one we saw and avoided quite badly.

"Such an authoritative child; just like your father." My Dark Mark stung but I shoved the pain into the back of my mind and shifted my feet as I cast a spell.

"Expelliarmus!" a flash of blue fired from my wand and while, I knew he would block it, it still gave me enough light to try and get a good look at him. It was more of a them. The second figure had yet to say a word and looked quite fidgety in the few seconds I saw him.

Over the years of training with Snape and my father, I had acquired the ability to feel when someone was casting magic and it became quite handy when wordless or wandless magic was occurring.

That is how I was able to block the first attack and leap up the stairs to Granger. I was pulling my wand around us to apparate when the other person cast the same charm and it bound us together. The familiar man sent us to sleep with a final blast from his wand.

"Malfoy. Malfoy wake up." Granger's voice quivered with fear as I stirred awake. I opened my eyes and was nose to nose with her. Her breath was against my lips and I fought to keep my mind on the situation at hand.

"Granger. Are you alright?" I scanned the room and found it familiar yet again as I struggled with the metal chains that bound us together.

"I'm okay. I have an idea." I was hesitant but I agreed none-the-less. She leaned her head down and I felt her lips on my neck.

"Granger…I don't think that will…"

"Shh…I'm taking off your necklace."

"Granger! No! Don't get me wrong, I'm all for a frolic in some dark corner but now is not the…"

"Will you shut up? The Veela in you will be more focused on protecting me than ravishing me."

"Oh how selfish of you." I rolled my eyes at the though of me diving in front of a wand to stop her from being cursed.

Her teeth grazed my skin as she pulled at the string holding the coin around my neck and it slide off my neck with ease. I felt my head cloud and my vision faded to a lighter colour.

We were in one of the chambers that Voldemort use to throw me in when I defied him. I recognized it by the smell and the absurd picture of the deathly skinny bird on the wall that he use to fancy. She looked slightly like Pansy and the thought of Tom Riddle being smitten with Mrs. Parkinson didn't seem quite farfetched. They were both evil.

My arms stretched at the chains around me and I heard them creak as they bent and broke. I scanned the room and breathed in the air to smell someone approaching. The metal door slammed open causing her to jump.

"Broke free did you?" Peter Pettigrew sniveled at me and stepped to the side for yet another cloaked figure to pass by him. He smelled of mold and antique stores.

"Nothing to worry about. Even if he is a little hormonal, he's still one of us." The man hissed. "Come Draco. Bring your little pet."

Granger bristled but I took her by the arm and hauled her to her feet. He let out a chuckle and I didn't respond. I simply pulled her along behind me and when she whispered, "is that you know…?" I squeezed her arm tightly.

Now, she must be thinking that I had been playing the Veela card to get her to trust me in order to give her to Voldemort, thus luring Potter and blah blah blah. But in actuality, my Veela self was doing what I could to keep her and myself alive. That included throwing her into the chair in the main hallway and bowing down to Lord Voldemort.

"You've brought Potter's Mudblood." His voice snaked through my brain and I felt pressure against my skull. It always happened when he spoke to me and it even happened to my father. Neither of us knew why but it didn't happen to mother.

"Yes." I refused to call him Lord or sir. Mainly because soon he would be dead and I would be taking his place.

"Good work." I glanced behind him and saw my father sneer at me. I had risen to my feet when I heard the familiar voice again. It was the same voice I heard months ago on the quidditch field after I was told I'd have to spend the majority of my weeks with Granger. After I found out I was destined to be with her. The voice I heard that woke me from my pleasant nap and I was sent through the forest to save her from my friends.

I turned, ready to see the person who I was certain I'd hate and I choked. They dropped the hood from their head and spoke.

"I believe he is lying."

And the plot gets even longer! Next chapter will be along the length of 4 maybe 5 pages and it's looking promising. Fred and George will come into play later. Don't you worry about them being out of the picture! I hope you enjoyed it!