There were only a few people in the world, scarhead being one of them, that Draco never ever wanted to see again. And Jane Collins was one of them. She'd been in Hogwarts too, had been 2 years above him. She had been his "enemy no.1" before the awful trio. She was one of those despiseable people, who'd always stick up for others. Of course she was a dirty muldblood and sometimes Draco thougth he'd hated her just as much as the trio...
"So Longbottom, late for classes, are we?", Draco taunted a shivering Neville, enclosed by Crabbe and Goyle. "I've just forgotten a book that I still need to return to Professor Sprout.", Neville stammered. "Oh. Beingg Sproutie's Darling again?", Draco sneered and advanced on Neville, who took a step back.
"Leave him alone, will you?" A voice suddenly yelled. The three Slytherins turned around and found Jane Collins opposite of them, her wand pointing straigth at them. "Oh, Oh, Oh! I'm really afraid now, Collins!", Draco replied with a mean grin. "You better be!", the Ravenclaw perfect said, not at all intimated by his behaviour. "Somebody better showed YOU your place and how to BEHAVE, you dirty, little, mu..." Draco couldn't finish. Jane Collins had yelled "Stupor!" before he'd even gotten his "favourite" nickname out.
While he stumbled to the ground, shocked by the spell, he could hear Neville stammer "Thank you!". "No problem, Nev!" Jane replied, her voice already much happier, than it'd been a few seconds before. "But you really should learn doing that spell yourself so you can kickk their ass yourself next time!"
"You!" He finally managed, shooting a hateful look at her. "Yes, me!", she replied coldly. There was something odd about her voice, Draco noticed. While it hadn't really been filled with love, while they'd dealt with each other at Hogwarts, it now sounded like pure hatred. There wasn't any other emotion left.
"And could you please tell me what one of the recently most sougth Death Eaters is doing in MY Aunt's - a MUGGLES - house?" Now Draco understood. She thought he was going to murder the old lady. Eventhough Martha Collin's behaviour had been annoying he had no intention of killing her. "I have never thought of hexing her into Nirvana!" Draco replied with a typical Malfoy sneer. "Like I'll believe that!" Jane Collins was waving her wand dangerously at him. "Oh, but do you think I'd come all the way over here for one dirty, unimportant muggle?" Jane lowered her wand. She had to admit that there was some truth in Draco's words.
But seconds later Draco found her wand in front of his face again. "You're being searched, because you're linked to the murder of Albus Dumbledore!", she hissed. Jane Collins had always admired the great headmaster, so reading about his recent killing had been really painful for her.
"Name me ONE good reason why I should NOT turn you in?" Draco's mind raced. He didn't want to ask anything of Jane Collins, but he also didn't want to be turned in to ministerial forces. Oddly, he never thought about going back to the Dark Lord's castle either.
"I only need to send one quick message to the Swiss Office of the wizarding ministry and you'll find your ass very soon back in England where you'll be failry punished!" Jane turned to the door and opened it. The will of staying free became to strong in Draco. "No! Don't!", he yelled. "Sooo? And why not?" "Because..." Draco tried to think of some lie, that would make Jane NOT turn him in. Then it hit him. The truth was easier than any lie. "Because you'd never turn someone in need down.", he said, his eyes staring at the floor and the "I'm arrogant, because I am Draco Malfoy" tone somewhat gone from his voice. Jane came to a sudden halt, pausing for a moment, before turning around and studying him carefully.