My stupid computer wasn't working! But now it is and I'm happy.

Okay, in this chapter the Dark Lord dies, and I didn't make a big deal out of it, cuz I wanted him dead fast. Don't be crying about me trivializing his death, because in this story, it is truly trivial. I really didn't want to deal with Draco actually having to escape.

Chapter 3: Wherein Harry Enters the Scene

Draco never saw the Dark Lord again.

It was three hours before anyone happened upon Draco and in the mean time, he managed to occupy himself.

It was useless trying to escape. Even if he could've found a way, the Dark Lord would only have hunted him down and that wasn't something Draco was eager to experience. So as he waited, he plaited his hair, fondled his breasts a bit and tried to put his mind off of the terrible screams coming from outside his door.

Serves Potter right, messing with the Dark Lord. He deserved to have his whole army decimated.

The door opened and a person Draco didn't recognize stepped inside. "Oy!" The stranger shouted. "I've found a live one!"

A small group of five, perhaps six joined the stranger. Out of the group, Draco recognized Harry, Weasley and Granger. The rest, he had no clue.

"Poor thing," Weasley muttered to himself. "She can't be more than eighteen."

"Don't sound so old," Granger smacked his chest lightly. "You're only twenty two."

Only Potter remained silent.

Weasley ventured closer to the cage and stuck his face close to Draco's. "Are you okay? Do you need help?" He said slowly as if Draco were stupid.

"I'd like to be let out if that's not too much to ask for," Draco all but snarled.

"Oh, feisty," Weasley said as he unlocked the cage. "I like that."

"Yes, and I like men with balls who aren't whipped by their wannabe girlfriends," Draco said before he could stop himself. Looking around at the shocked faces around the room, he amended his statement at once. He didn't need to be screwing up what looked like his only chance of survival. "A sentiment in which no way reflects my personal perceptions of you," he batted his eyelashes and flashed what he hoped was a winning and flirtatious smile. "In fact I'm honored that such strong and…uh…attractive young man such as yourself has deemed me worthy of rescuing."

"Uh-huh," Granger murmured in the background.

At last fumbling Weasley got the door open and Draco stepped out, stretching his legs a bit. "Oh, that feels good," he threw his head back. "So…where's the Dark Lord?"

"Dead," Granger, Potter and Weasley said in unison.

"Dead?" Draco asked in disbelief.

"Quite dead."

"Oh…" he looked down at his body again. He was still a woman. So obviously the Dark Lord's death produced no effect on the magic he'd worked before. So, he was stuck like this? "Shit," he said at last.

"Shit? Don't you understand?" Weasley asked confused. "You're free!"

"No I'm not-" Draco began before Weasley cut in again.

"Don't say that. You are free. The Dark Lord is dead and everyone who was working for him is either dead as well or in Azkaban. You're safe."

Draco stopped at Weasel's comment. If he told them who he really was, he'd be shipped off to Azkaban before he could say Malfoy. The survival instinct in him took over at once.

"Oh thank the gods!" He cried, albeit a bit dramatically. "It was horrible. Completely horrible!"

"Poor thing," Weasley said again. "We'd better get her out of here," he said to his companions. "Your place is closest," he indicated to Potter.

"Yeah," Granger agreed a little hostilely. "Let's go."