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I looked Malfoy in the eye. I was determined not to show him how scared I was. People like Malfoy prey on fear.

"What do you mean?" I asked sharply.

"I mean that he wants you." he replied airily.

"That doesn't explain anything." I countered.

"I don't owe you an explanation."

"No, but you do owe me the courtesy of an explanation."

"Turn of phrase."

"Stop trying to change the subject."

"I wasn't aware that there was a subject."

"The subject is what your cryptic message of yours is supposed to mean."

"It means that you're wanted by Voldermort."

"Why?"

"This isn't going anywhere."

"Now, that's not exactly my fault now is it?" I asked sourly.

He slid his hands up to my wrists and began to pull me behind him.

"I'm sick of this." he snapped.

I noticed that he was pulling me farther and farther away from the great hall. I panicked, and fought harder.

"Let go of me Malfoy." I pleaded.

"Draco." He corrected.

"Let go of me Draco!" I tried again.

"Please." He corrected again.

"Please?"

"Nope."

"Let go!" I begged.

At this point, I was beginning to get hysterical. I tried to hold back tears that were packed with fear and panic. I dug my heels into the floor, pulling away from him as hard as I could. He turned back, and I could tell by his eyes that he was impatient.

"Don't make this difficult." He warned.

Stubbornly, I kept pulling backwards. Finally, he heaved and exasperated sigh and pulled out his wand.

"Accio Hermione." he said, and I felt myself fly into his arms. I began to protest as he hoisted me over his shoulder. "Silencio." he said, and my complaints were ripped roughly from my throat. He kept running, until we were at the front entrance.

There I saw the most horrific sight that I had ever seen in my entire lifetime. There was Voldermort, completely restored to his full potential. I silently gasped.

"Master." Malfoy said respectfully, bowing low. "Here she is." he continued, shifting me so that I was standing against his chest. Voldermort nodded in approval.

"Good." he praised, "It's good to finally see my niece." he stated. I felt my head reeling at his words. I felt my body go limp as black dots danced in front of my eyes. It dawned on me that I was fainting.

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