The girls lay in a corner of the spacious mansion/bungalow, still tied up and struggling against their bonds. They had been trying to communicate by mouthing words to each other, but it didn't work, and they all got mixed messages and had given up.
Suddenly, there was a knock that shook the door. Mr. Malfoy got up from his armchair by the fire where he had been talking to Macnair, Crabbe, and Goyle and answered the door.
Draco Malfoy, his face grim, his usually slicked back platinum hair falling about his face stood in the doorway, snow whipping about his robes, his face tinged pink. His eyes darted to the fireplace where the Death-Eaters still sat frozen in surprise, to the corner where the three girls had stopped wriggling amd had looked at him in horror, and then back to his father.
"Draco." His father said curtly. "Why aren't you in school?"
Draco swallowed and said, "I wanted to be part of the action."
"How'd you find out?" Mr. Malfoy whispered lethally.
"From another student. He pointed to broomsticks in the sky. I put a Memory Charm on him."
"Good. Does Harry Potter know yet?" Mr. Malfoy asked urgently.
"No." Draco lied. "He has no idea."
The girls, who had been holding their breath, exhaled.
"Fine." Mr. Malfoy sneered. "Watch them then. I'm going to do an errand. Wait--" He flicked his wand with a cold smile and the girls floated several feet, their faces facing the floor, "We'll put them in the basement."
They floated down countless stairs, until they reached a cold stone door. Lucius opened it and inside were numerous torture devices. The girls' eyes widened in horror, and resumed their wiggling again. He unlocked a cold steel cage and floated them in. Then he smiled a sinister smile and undid the Silencing Charm.
"I think you might want to hear them scream. Punish them Draco, I give you permission. In fact, it's an order." He swept out of the room, locked the door and, once outside, put a charm so that no one could hear the screams.
Draco rounded on them and gave a grim smile. "Well, if you think I'm going to torture you, you're..." he sighed, "wrong."
"Malfoy, let us go, NOW," Ginny yelled, " Someone will come to save us, eventually."
He smiled sadly. "You're right. They will. To be specific, Potter and Weasley. Some teachers too. And the problem with this is that my father and several Death Eaters, probably including the Dark Lord, will be here to kill them."
Ginny, Amanda, and Hermione gasped and fought back tears.
"I know." He said grimly, slicking back his damp hair, "and I don't even like the prats. But no one deserves to die."
Amanda bit her lip, and asked cautiously, "Why are you being nice? I thought you didn't like us."
"Well, I don't." He snapped, his silvery grey eyes turning cold as ice. "I just hate my father more than you."
"Why?" Ginny said softly, "I mean, he's your father. I love mine. My mother too."
"Why?" He said disbelievingly, "You can honestly look at him and ask that? Does your father use the Unforgiveable Curses on you when you're unwilling to do something? Does your father practice hexes on you?" At the look of horror at their faces, he said curtly, "I didn't think so. At least my mother tries to stop him, putting me before herself, unlike my father. I love her, except for the fact that she married the worse possible man in the world."
"I'm sorry." Hermione whispered.
"Well, don't be, I hate when people feel sorry for me." Draco snapped at her. "Just be happy they didn't leave Macnair in here with you. You'd probably be writhing on the floor in misery right now."
"You've changed." Ginny said softly, "You really have."
"I should hope so." Draco said. "I was an evil bastard before. Now I'm just a bastard, I hope."
Suddenly, footsteps sounded far away.Draco's eyes widened. "Quick, start crying, something." He whispered urgently.
It was easy to start crying, since they had a lot to cry about. Malfoy fixed his face into an sinister smile. His father came in, a sinister smile identical to Draco's fixed on his pale, pointed face.
"Good job Draco." He whispered evilly. "They're on their way now."-- the girls cried harder than ever--"...Just thought I'd tell you. Stay down here with them until I say to come up."
"Got it." Draco simpered.
Lucius swept out of the room, looking like an oversized bat with long, platinum hair.
Once Draco was sure his father was gone, gestured to them to stop crying, and said, "I'll help you escape, don't worry." He waved his wand at the ground and a trapdoor appeared. The girls squealed with happiness.
He unlocked the cage and removed their bonds. "Okay, let's go. And be quiet."
Quickly and silently, they followed the Malfoy down the long, damp passageway. Hermione accidentally touched the wall once, and gave a cry of disgust. She whispered Lumos to see what was on the walls. Apparently they were under the beach--the walls were covered with slimy algae and mold, and there was a scent of salt water. Finally they reached the end of the long tunnel, which led into a dark forest. They walked a while more and came to an empty thicket.
Draco whispered quickly, "I'm going to leave you guys here while I get help. I only have one broom, and it can only hold two people at the most, so I'll go back to Hogwarts and tell Dumbledore."
"Take Ginny then." Hermione said. Ginny opened her mouth to argue.
"Yes, she's light." Amanda added.
"But-" Ginny started, but Malfoy interrupted.
"Fine." Draco massaged his forehead, closing his eyes.
"But-"
Amanda took Ginny aside and whispered to her. "Go, he has a soft spot for you, and anyway, at least one of us will be safe."
"But-"
Hermione hurried over. "Go, before the git changes his mind."
"Ah, but he's a nice git." Amanda reminded Hermione.
"You're right, Amanda, who'd have ever thought it." Hermione agreed.
"Fine." Ginny headed towards Draco. "Let's go."
He nodded his head curtly and they sped off, leaving Amanda and Hermione huddled together in the snow under an oak tree.
Thanks for the reviews! I'm sooo happy my first time doing this is a smash (well, sorta).
Hawkeye10: I'll keep going! Like I said, this story'll be almost 40 chappies long!
Alayna: I updated!!! Yayness, eh?
Suddenly, there was a knock that shook the door. Mr. Malfoy got up from his armchair by the fire where he had been talking to Macnair, Crabbe, and Goyle and answered the door.
Draco Malfoy, his face grim, his usually slicked back platinum hair falling about his face stood in the doorway, snow whipping about his robes, his face tinged pink. His eyes darted to the fireplace where the Death-Eaters still sat frozen in surprise, to the corner where the three girls had stopped wriggling amd had looked at him in horror, and then back to his father.
"Draco." His father said curtly. "Why aren't you in school?"
Draco swallowed and said, "I wanted to be part of the action."
"How'd you find out?" Mr. Malfoy whispered lethally.
"From another student. He pointed to broomsticks in the sky. I put a Memory Charm on him."
"Good. Does Harry Potter know yet?" Mr. Malfoy asked urgently.
"No." Draco lied. "He has no idea."
The girls, who had been holding their breath, exhaled.
"Fine." Mr. Malfoy sneered. "Watch them then. I'm going to do an errand. Wait--" He flicked his wand with a cold smile and the girls floated several feet, their faces facing the floor, "We'll put them in the basement."
They floated down countless stairs, until they reached a cold stone door. Lucius opened it and inside were numerous torture devices. The girls' eyes widened in horror, and resumed their wiggling again. He unlocked a cold steel cage and floated them in. Then he smiled a sinister smile and undid the Silencing Charm.
"I think you might want to hear them scream. Punish them Draco, I give you permission. In fact, it's an order." He swept out of the room, locked the door and, once outside, put a charm so that no one could hear the screams.
Draco rounded on them and gave a grim smile. "Well, if you think I'm going to torture you, you're..." he sighed, "wrong."
"Malfoy, let us go, NOW," Ginny yelled, " Someone will come to save us, eventually."
He smiled sadly. "You're right. They will. To be specific, Potter and Weasley. Some teachers too. And the problem with this is that my father and several Death Eaters, probably including the Dark Lord, will be here to kill them."
Ginny, Amanda, and Hermione gasped and fought back tears.
"I know." He said grimly, slicking back his damp hair, "and I don't even like the prats. But no one deserves to die."
Amanda bit her lip, and asked cautiously, "Why are you being nice? I thought you didn't like us."
"Well, I don't." He snapped, his silvery grey eyes turning cold as ice. "I just hate my father more than you."
"Why?" Ginny said softly, "I mean, he's your father. I love mine. My mother too."
"Why?" He said disbelievingly, "You can honestly look at him and ask that? Does your father use the Unforgiveable Curses on you when you're unwilling to do something? Does your father practice hexes on you?" At the look of horror at their faces, he said curtly, "I didn't think so. At least my mother tries to stop him, putting me before herself, unlike my father. I love her, except for the fact that she married the worse possible man in the world."
"I'm sorry." Hermione whispered.
"Well, don't be, I hate when people feel sorry for me." Draco snapped at her. "Just be happy they didn't leave Macnair in here with you. You'd probably be writhing on the floor in misery right now."
"You've changed." Ginny said softly, "You really have."
"I should hope so." Draco said. "I was an evil bastard before. Now I'm just a bastard, I hope."
Suddenly, footsteps sounded far away.Draco's eyes widened. "Quick, start crying, something." He whispered urgently.
It was easy to start crying, since they had a lot to cry about. Malfoy fixed his face into an sinister smile. His father came in, a sinister smile identical to Draco's fixed on his pale, pointed face.
"Good job Draco." He whispered evilly. "They're on their way now."-- the girls cried harder than ever--"...Just thought I'd tell you. Stay down here with them until I say to come up."
"Got it." Draco simpered.
Lucius swept out of the room, looking like an oversized bat with long, platinum hair.
Once Draco was sure his father was gone, gestured to them to stop crying, and said, "I'll help you escape, don't worry." He waved his wand at the ground and a trapdoor appeared. The girls squealed with happiness.
He unlocked the cage and removed their bonds. "Okay, let's go. And be quiet."
Quickly and silently, they followed the Malfoy down the long, damp passageway. Hermione accidentally touched the wall once, and gave a cry of disgust. She whispered Lumos to see what was on the walls. Apparently they were under the beach--the walls were covered with slimy algae and mold, and there was a scent of salt water. Finally they reached the end of the long tunnel, which led into a dark forest. They walked a while more and came to an empty thicket.
Draco whispered quickly, "I'm going to leave you guys here while I get help. I only have one broom, and it can only hold two people at the most, so I'll go back to Hogwarts and tell Dumbledore."
"Take Ginny then." Hermione said. Ginny opened her mouth to argue.
"Yes, she's light." Amanda added.
"But-" Ginny started, but Malfoy interrupted.
"Fine." Draco massaged his forehead, closing his eyes.
"But-"
Amanda took Ginny aside and whispered to her. "Go, he has a soft spot for you, and anyway, at least one of us will be safe."
"But-"
Hermione hurried over. "Go, before the git changes his mind."
"Ah, but he's a nice git." Amanda reminded Hermione.
"You're right, Amanda, who'd have ever thought it." Hermione agreed.
"Fine." Ginny headed towards Draco. "Let's go."
He nodded his head curtly and they sped off, leaving Amanda and Hermione huddled together in the snow under an oak tree.
Thanks for the reviews! I'm sooo happy my first time doing this is a smash (well, sorta).
Hawkeye10: I'll keep going! Like I said, this story'll be almost 40 chappies long!
Alayna: I updated!!! Yayness, eh?