Nothing belongs to me.
LIV: Prisoner
It could have been worse, Draco thought.
They could have chucked him in a grimy dungeon, giving him only stale, moldy bread and "water" for food. They could have tortured him, inflicting unimaginably excruciating pain upon him, in order to get the information they had kidnapped him for.
They didn't have to put him in this nice room. Sure, it was small, unlike anything else he'd ever experienced, but it was cozy. The bed was acceptable, the décor tasteful. The food was appetizing, and he wasn't denied bathroom and toiletries.
Hell, if it hadn't been for the fact that his wand had been taken and that he was bound and restrained the entire time, Draco probably would have forgotten he was their prisoner.
He had visitors sometimes: just various members of the Oder trying to get him to talk. When he refused, they didn't resort to violence, instead leaving him.
No, this place wasn't that bad, Draco mused.
But, of course, that was before the torture began. It came to him, one day, in the form of a woman.
She was tall(ish) with lovely long legs and a gorgeous ruby red mane. Draco hated to admit it, but she was beautiful, as beautiful as she was familiar – very.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded, biting back the insult he had ready, waiting. Draco knew better than to bite the hand that fed him.
"I'm going to be your jailer for a while." she said, smiling mischievously.
Draco inhaled, his eyes raking over her body. "How long exactly is a while?"
Her smile broadened. "Oh, I don't know. As long as it takes for you to talk."
"Forget it, Weasley. Even your most powerful Order members couldn't get a word out of me." Draco tugged at the restraints at his arms. "What makes you think you can?"
Their eyes met for the briefest of seconds.
"I have my ways." she whispered.
