A/N: Welcome to chapter 3 of Forbidden People. For those of you who have
followed it this far: thanks a lot. Your reviews mean a lot to me, be they
mean or otherwise. I apologize for all punctuation errors, grammatical
errors, and other such mistakes, As well as the delay with the story. You
know how school is; it takes up so much time.
I'd love to hear from you, so let me know if I can fix something, or you
have a request, or whatever.
You people have the best suggestions. HongMing, you're totally right, the
last chapter would have sounded better as an article of the Daily Prophet.
Oh well, maybe later.
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN IT!!!! Okay, I do own it. It being the plot. But not the people from Harry Potter. I own Rin, Aidan, Jackleen, and other such people you've only just learned about.
/blah, blah, blah/: Draco's thoughts
Okay then, time for the third Chapter, which is dedicated, again, to HongMing.
Forbidden People
Chapter 3: The Second Forbidden
He stared around the room, annoyed at the color, and at how long he had been sitting there. The room was white. Just white, broken by the silver of the bars across the window, and the brown of the uncomfortable wooden chair upon which he sat. /I bet I got this room because they're not afraid of me. Harry probably got the good room./ He smiled in amusement as he thought about how his hair nearly matched the room.
He ran a hand through the silvery blonde hair in question and sighed. /What's taking him so long? He knows I'm waiting for him. Maybe that's it./ "Hey! HEY! You! Yeah, you up there! I know you're listening! Hey! Answer me!" he shouted in frustration, glaring up at the apparently invisible observation room.
He stood and began to pace the room, wishing he had something to throw at the stupid window. "I'm hungry. What did you morons do with Harry? I bet you gave him the good room didn't you? And the straightjacket, and the impenetrable room? Man. He is so lucky! I want the good room! I'm so bored. Haven't you got SOME reason for keeping me here?" he ranted, ready to take off his shoe and throw it at the window, purely for the sake of throwing something at the window. Except, he suddenly realized, he had no shoes. And his clothes were that nasty color. WHITE. Again. Everything was white.
"Mr. Malfoy, please be seated. How can we talk with you if you won't sit still long enough?"
Draco snorted. "You mean, how can you ask me pointless questions if I don't sit still. You know, why do you care anyway? He was one of our own, and you want vermin like us exterminated, right? So what does it matter if we're the ones to do it?" he asked calmly, sitting down in the chair. "Do you people know how uncomfortable your chairs are? Because my butt has already gone numb, and I just sat down."
Someone up in the observation room laughed, and another sighed. "Mr. Malfoy, that was not the point. Just answer my questions truthfully, and I can promise you that I will make your stay painless. And hey, I'll even give you the honor of killing you personally. I guarantee you a painless death." One answered at last.
Draco glared up at them. "Arrogant fools. What makes you think I'll stay? I can leave anytime I want you know. And what makes you think you're qualified enough to kill me? I'm far more skilled than you. But seriously, what do you idiots have to ask me?"
His captors looked at each other in surprise, not knowing quite how to handle him. Draco smiled. /Amateurs./
Silence reigned for a few minutes. At last Draco spoke.
"I didn't kill him you know." He responded at last. "It wasn't me, so let's just forget you ever made the mistake of apprehending me, shall we?" he asked dangerously. The people in the observation room shuffled around uncomfortably, and at last, one spoke.
"Mr. Malfoy, I would suggest you drop your act. We merely wish for answers to our questions. Let's make this easy, because we will not be stopping until we have our answers."
Draco smiled charmingly and nodded. "Alright then guys, come on down and ask me questions. I have a problem speaking to people I can't see. It's a little spooky. What? Don't tell me you're scared to come down and see me! Do you actually think I'm going to pull something? You've got my wand, and I assure you, I'm no fighter. Without my wand I'm quite helpless." He told them, sitting on the floor in front of the viewing window.
A girl's voice answered him. "Mister Draco Malfoy, I assume that you know what our procedures are? No? We do not simply walk into a holding room and speak with the prisoners. At the moment, this is the closest we are allowed to be. Please just answer our questions, and you can have a meal." The girl stared through the one-way window at him.
She was marginally pretty, with wavy blonde hair and a small, petite face. Draco snorted in annoyance. "Listen Parkinson, we parted ways some time ago. You support Voldemort---may he rot in hell forever---and I support Harry. No, not Dumbledore, Harry. Why should I support someone who was foolish enough to go against the prophecy? Harry was to be the one to face Voldemort. As yet, the prophecy stands unfulfilled. And I can promise that Harry will win. Can I go now?" he asked in conclusion. The girl behind the glass appeared put out, and shook her head. "No Dr---Mr. Malfoy, you may not. Answer my questions and you may rest. First, were you or were you not with Mr. Potter on the eve of Remus Lupin's murder?"
"I was, yes. What does this have to do with anything? I left at about 2:30 in the afternoon, and Harry said he was going to see Remus. I got back around 6:30 in the evening, and Harry was already there."
"And where did you go when you left? Do you have an alibi? Who did you see?" Pansy asked eagerly, thinking she finally had the answer in her hands. Draco snorted. "Oh, like I'm going to tell you about my day? That is my personal business! That's like me asking you how many guys you've slept with this week. Not that I even want to know or anything." He added, glancing towards the door.
"Just answer the questions Mr. Malfoy." A man's voice ordered. Draco glared at the door. "No. I won't." he responded quietly. "Did I just hear you tell me you wouldn't answer the questions? That implies you're hiding something from us. Are you?"
Draco rolled his eyes, standing and walking to the door. "Why would I tell you even if I was? Hey, does this door open from the inside? Nevermind, stupid question, of course not." He answered himself, laughing. /Where's Harry? I'm running out of annoying subjects to touch on./
At that moment, the door swung open, prompting Draco to jump back for fear of being hit in the face with a door. "Hey! No one's authorized to see the captive, who is that?" Pansy shrieked angrily. Draco grinned, knowing without looking who it was.
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A/N: Well, that's the end of the third chapter! I promise to update sooner next time! Review and make my day, k? Catch ya later!
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN IT!!!! Okay, I do own it. It being the plot. But not the people from Harry Potter. I own Rin, Aidan, Jackleen, and other such people you've only just learned about.
/blah, blah, blah/: Draco's thoughts
Okay then, time for the third Chapter, which is dedicated, again, to HongMing.
Forbidden People
Chapter 3: The Second Forbidden
He stared around the room, annoyed at the color, and at how long he had been sitting there. The room was white. Just white, broken by the silver of the bars across the window, and the brown of the uncomfortable wooden chair upon which he sat. /I bet I got this room because they're not afraid of me. Harry probably got the good room./ He smiled in amusement as he thought about how his hair nearly matched the room.
He ran a hand through the silvery blonde hair in question and sighed. /What's taking him so long? He knows I'm waiting for him. Maybe that's it./ "Hey! HEY! You! Yeah, you up there! I know you're listening! Hey! Answer me!" he shouted in frustration, glaring up at the apparently invisible observation room.
He stood and began to pace the room, wishing he had something to throw at the stupid window. "I'm hungry. What did you morons do with Harry? I bet you gave him the good room didn't you? And the straightjacket, and the impenetrable room? Man. He is so lucky! I want the good room! I'm so bored. Haven't you got SOME reason for keeping me here?" he ranted, ready to take off his shoe and throw it at the window, purely for the sake of throwing something at the window. Except, he suddenly realized, he had no shoes. And his clothes were that nasty color. WHITE. Again. Everything was white.
"Mr. Malfoy, please be seated. How can we talk with you if you won't sit still long enough?"
Draco snorted. "You mean, how can you ask me pointless questions if I don't sit still. You know, why do you care anyway? He was one of our own, and you want vermin like us exterminated, right? So what does it matter if we're the ones to do it?" he asked calmly, sitting down in the chair. "Do you people know how uncomfortable your chairs are? Because my butt has already gone numb, and I just sat down."
Someone up in the observation room laughed, and another sighed. "Mr. Malfoy, that was not the point. Just answer my questions truthfully, and I can promise you that I will make your stay painless. And hey, I'll even give you the honor of killing you personally. I guarantee you a painless death." One answered at last.
Draco glared up at them. "Arrogant fools. What makes you think I'll stay? I can leave anytime I want you know. And what makes you think you're qualified enough to kill me? I'm far more skilled than you. But seriously, what do you idiots have to ask me?"
His captors looked at each other in surprise, not knowing quite how to handle him. Draco smiled. /Amateurs./
Silence reigned for a few minutes. At last Draco spoke.
"I didn't kill him you know." He responded at last. "It wasn't me, so let's just forget you ever made the mistake of apprehending me, shall we?" he asked dangerously. The people in the observation room shuffled around uncomfortably, and at last, one spoke.
"Mr. Malfoy, I would suggest you drop your act. We merely wish for answers to our questions. Let's make this easy, because we will not be stopping until we have our answers."
Draco smiled charmingly and nodded. "Alright then guys, come on down and ask me questions. I have a problem speaking to people I can't see. It's a little spooky. What? Don't tell me you're scared to come down and see me! Do you actually think I'm going to pull something? You've got my wand, and I assure you, I'm no fighter. Without my wand I'm quite helpless." He told them, sitting on the floor in front of the viewing window.
A girl's voice answered him. "Mister Draco Malfoy, I assume that you know what our procedures are? No? We do not simply walk into a holding room and speak with the prisoners. At the moment, this is the closest we are allowed to be. Please just answer our questions, and you can have a meal." The girl stared through the one-way window at him.
She was marginally pretty, with wavy blonde hair and a small, petite face. Draco snorted in annoyance. "Listen Parkinson, we parted ways some time ago. You support Voldemort---may he rot in hell forever---and I support Harry. No, not Dumbledore, Harry. Why should I support someone who was foolish enough to go against the prophecy? Harry was to be the one to face Voldemort. As yet, the prophecy stands unfulfilled. And I can promise that Harry will win. Can I go now?" he asked in conclusion. The girl behind the glass appeared put out, and shook her head. "No Dr---Mr. Malfoy, you may not. Answer my questions and you may rest. First, were you or were you not with Mr. Potter on the eve of Remus Lupin's murder?"
"I was, yes. What does this have to do with anything? I left at about 2:30 in the afternoon, and Harry said he was going to see Remus. I got back around 6:30 in the evening, and Harry was already there."
"And where did you go when you left? Do you have an alibi? Who did you see?" Pansy asked eagerly, thinking she finally had the answer in her hands. Draco snorted. "Oh, like I'm going to tell you about my day? That is my personal business! That's like me asking you how many guys you've slept with this week. Not that I even want to know or anything." He added, glancing towards the door.
"Just answer the questions Mr. Malfoy." A man's voice ordered. Draco glared at the door. "No. I won't." he responded quietly. "Did I just hear you tell me you wouldn't answer the questions? That implies you're hiding something from us. Are you?"
Draco rolled his eyes, standing and walking to the door. "Why would I tell you even if I was? Hey, does this door open from the inside? Nevermind, stupid question, of course not." He answered himself, laughing. /Where's Harry? I'm running out of annoying subjects to touch on./
At that moment, the door swung open, prompting Draco to jump back for fear of being hit in the face with a door. "Hey! No one's authorized to see the captive, who is that?" Pansy shrieked angrily. Draco grinned, knowing without looking who it was.
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A/N: Well, that's the end of the third chapter! I promise to update sooner next time! Review and make my day, k? Catch ya later!