Disclaimer: As you all know, I am J.K. Rowling. I hate fanfiction, and this is why I never write it. YEAH RIGHT!
Author's Note: SECOND CHAPTER! This one's good, people.
Chapter Two-PeopleNapIf I had been quieter or quicker I wouldn't have been caught. Sadly I was neither as quick nor quiet as I would have thought to be.
As I turned the corridor, I looked over my shoulder to check if the coast was clear. Apparently Malfoy had been much quieter than me, because he was right behind me. "Why the hell why were you spying on me? Do you think that you're so much better than me, and that you need to know everything about my life? Because that's what it looks like! You look like a sneaky little twit."
"I…I'm sorry. I just overheard something accidentally." It killed me to apologize to Malfoy, but seeing as he was now a Death Eater, he would kill me in an instant. I value my life.
"Mudblood, sorry isn't going to cut it. No one can know of what you just heard me say."
"I promise that I won't tell anyone." My bad. I lied.
"Now see, Granger, I just don't believe that. Nor can I let you just go and tell all of your little shit friends my personal life. Stupefy!"
The next thing that I remember is waking up in a soft bed, someplace that definitely wasn't Hogwarts."
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"Had a nice sleep, Granger?" asked Malfoy. He sat in a chair across from where I was. I looked around my surroundings. It was beautifully decorated in shades of gold and and deep green. He bed was amazingly comfortable, with soft, plush coverlets in various shades of gold and deep greens. "Welcome to Malfoy Manor."
"How am I at Malfoy Manor? Won't your parents mind that I'm here?" she said, realizing that this was probably under Voldemort's command. A trap probably for Harry. "Never mind that."
"You're right, though, Granger. You're not supposed to be here. But you see, this isn't really Malfoy Manor. This is a secret place. The place where you will be for the next, oh say, the next few months until I decide to let you go."
A.N.- Sorry for the super-short chapter. I wanted a nice, dramatic ending. And put it this way. It's quicker until the next chapter. YIPEE! (I never said that. That never happened.)