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Chapter Two: Mind Games

Movement.

Such a juvenile thing that we take for granted. We don't realize what a precious gift mobility is until it is striped from us. Oh were the days when I ran freely around the mansion, terrorizing the house evils. So, I'm being overly dramatic, but look at the circumstances. 

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I can see Potter floating over me and I would punch him in the face if my arm wasn't latched stiffly to my side. He's checking me out as if I'm some kind of item on display. I wonder if he'll take advantage of my vulnerable state, you know, like curse me into a million pieces. But, I guess the Gryffindor in wouldn't allow it.

"I don't know the counter-curse," he informed me. Great! This is our bloody savoir and he doesn't even know the counter-curse for a simple body bind spell? We're doomed, mark are graves now. "I guess you'll just have to wait until the curse wears off," he laughed. Leave it to Potter to laugh at other's misfortune, bloody prat.

"I must admit, it's a great shock to me that you're in a room, and it's silent." That's not funny. I'm the one that suppose to have the witty retorts! I didn't know Potter had it in him. "I'm going to take this opportunity to tell you what I think of you, since of course, you don't have the ability to say any clever come backs or to reach for you wand." Great, now I have to listen him complain, how long does this curse last again?

"I hate you. I hate everything about you. You're a stuck up, snot nose brat that gets away with everything just because of you're last name. It was a shock to me when Dumbledore said that you've changed your mind and refused the Dark Mark. I always thought you were the top Death Eater in training. I want to let you know that I wouldn't have done this if Dumbledore insisted." He went to the window and stared out of it, at least I think he did.

"Malfoy, the curse will wear off soon. Don't try to leave, because it is no use. This room has wards on it just like the Manor. Only members can enter and leave." Members? What is he going on about? "Snape will arrive later and explain why you are here. Don't ask me any question because I'm not allowed to answer them."

He was right. I started to get feelings in my toes. I wiggled them within my socks and started to get feeling in the rest of my feet. The tingle went up my legs and through my torso. It finally reached my head and I let out a sigh of frustration that I've held in too long. I sat up in the bed where he placed me. He was sitting in a chair the window, head resting against the glass.

It was raining and the crash of thunder reminded my body that my headache was still present. I got up and walked to the window that Potter was now staring out of. I set my gaze upon him. He has grown up from the scrawny, black haired boy that day in the shop. He's taller of course, and his face is no longer chubby and round, but chiseled and long. He's hair is still messy and he still has those goofy round glasses. But, his body is tone and lean because of Quidditch, I suppose.

"It's not polite to stare, Malfoy," he looked from the window. His emerald eyes piercing, cutting through my gray ones. He's beginning to sound much like myself.

"Hypocritical, aren't we?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I've seen you stare at me before, Potter."

"Only out of spite," he shot back.

"Touché, Potter." Silence filled the room. "May I ask you something?" I said before I could stop myself.

"I'm not allowed to answer you questions, I though I told you." Touchy.

"It's not that kind of question," I assured him, evil radiating through my eyes.

"No," he said simply.

"Excuse me?"

"No, you may not ask me a question." He just turned me down. No ever turns down a Malfoy.

"And why ever not, Potter?" I put up a front and used my oh-so-sick school girl voice.

"I don't want to play any of your mind games, Malfoy."

"Games?" I asked innocently. "What ever do you mean?"

"Don't give me that bullshit, Malfoy. You know what in the bloody hell I'm talking about. You are all about mind games. Manipulating people, forcing them to do whatever you want. I know, I've notice." So, old Golden Boy has been watching me. Let the games begin.

"You've notice me, Potter? How thoughtful," I sighed falsely contented.

"Shut up, Malfoy, it's not like that," he snapped, too quickly.

"My, my, Potter, are our minds in the gutter," I shook my finger in his face. I'm surprised that this is the first time that we've had a row with it erupting into a physical struggle. This is my field, wits.

"Sod off, Malfoy."

"I wish I could, Mr. Scarhead, but alas, I cannot leave. I'm held captive by The-Boy-Who-Live. Kinky actually," I was cracking up inside, but I kept my composure.

"Listen, Ferret," he rose from his seat and stepping forward. He grabbed my cloak and brought me close. "I want to tell you again, I didn't choose to save your arse, I was ordered. However, he never told me to bring you back alive! So, be a good little Slytherin and sit your scrawny little arse on the bed, mouth closed, and wait for your precious godfather to get back." His eyes were flashing. There were actually red flames inside them. It was very scary, but I kept my cool.

Stop, did he just threaten to kill me? Okay, maybe I should just wait until Severus gets back. It's not like a Malfoy to back down, but by the look on Potter's face, I think that there's an exception to every rule.

I nodded and did as I was told. Thank the powers that be that Severus can shortly after the threats of Potter. It made me feel better about myself having a short time to obey orders from someone other than my father.

"Draco," my godfather greeted me after he popped in. I merely nodded, still kind of shaken from the Potter incident. Shortly after Severus entered, the headmaster, Dumbledore arrived as well.

"Ah, Mr. Malfoy, here in one piece, I see," his eyes danced, looking quickly at Potter.

"Yes, sir," I said in a small voice, so unlike myself.

"Well, I'm sure that you are wondering why you are here." I nodded, he continued, "Well, I'm afraid Voldemort knows of your decision of switching sides and has planned something of the awful sort."

"Well, that's to be expected, sir," I replied.

"Yes, yes, but I'm afraid your own father has promised to help him."

"My, my, father?" I stammered, damn, weakened again.

"Yes, he's promised you to Voldemort."

"So, he wants to kill me?" I asked a stupid question, I already knew that answer.

"Well, yes and no," Dumbledore walked closer, stopping ten feet from me and summoning a chair from the corner. "Voldemort has a body, but not one which he is satisfied with." I gulped, I could see were this is going. "Your father has promised you, since you are pure and strong." Pure my ass! I'm the total opposite of pure! I'm the first person on the 'Not Pure List.' Oh, who the hell am I kidding. I pure as, as, um, Harry bloody Potter.

"Well," I squeaked, causing Potter to snigger, regaining my normal tone, I continued. "What are you going to do?"

"Of course you'll be under tight security." I don't need bloody people watching over me every minute of the day.

"And who is going to watch over me?"

"Professor Snape, of course, I will as well, all the teachers for that matter. But, when school comes, I'm afraid that they wouldn't have the time since their class with be a distraction. So, I'm going to ask Harry here if he'll watch over you."

"WHAT THE FU-" We both jumped up from our respective spots.

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