Chapter 11
As Draco swept out of the dungeon, he shook his head. Poor, sweet Harry. He was such a confused boy. He hadn't wanted to hurt him, but Harry hadn't got the message when Draco was nicer about it, so he had had to resort to being painfully direct about it.
Suddenly, Draco became aware that he could hear footsteps behind him. Oh no! Surely Harry wouldn't have been so desperate and pathetic as to follow him?
Draco swung around. "Harry, look, ju-" He stopped mid-sentence. It wasn't Harry, it was Dumbledore. Damn! He'd forgotten all about the headmaster. "Sorry, sir, I thought you were someone else."
"Yes, I saw that little…incident…with Harry Potter back there. You were out of order. Come to my office immediately." Dumbledore's vice-like grip placed itself around Draco's upper arm and started dragging him towards the office.
This was highly odd. Ok, so he hadn't been exactly polite to Harry, but surely he shouldn't be receiving serious punishment. At worst, he should have perhaps lost some house points. There was no reason to go to Dumbledore's office. There was something decidedly fishy going on.
When they were on the corridor leading to the stone gargoyle guarding Dumbledore's office, Draco could stand it no longer. "Er, sir, why am I getting in trouble for the mishap back there with Ha- I mean that filthy Potter?"
Dumbledore beamed at him, as was the old weirdo's apparent habit. "You're right, Draco. You've always been a clever, perceptive boy. You aren't getting punished. You're coming to my office, because I want you to. It's been long enough, Draco. You've been playing hard to get for a long time now, but I have you at last."
Call him crazy, but Draco thought this sounded decidedly sinister. It also sounded like bad news for him. "And, ah, what do you want me to do, sir?"
Dumbledore beamed again (perhaps he had had a spell to make him almost permanently beam?). "Oh, I think I'll find some use for you. The Slytherin captain of the quidditch team told me you were rather flexible."
"Sir, I think I should go back to my dormitory now." Draco was scared now. Dumbledore was old, but he was very powerful.
Beam. "No, Draco, I don't think that will be necessary, yet. You can just stay here awhile with me."
"But I don't want to! I want to leave right now!" What could he do?
"You won't be going anywhere, young man." Dumbledore flicked his wand and blocked several curses that Draco sent at him. His beam became more pronounced (but it was still a beam, not a grin or anything). "Ooh, feisty!"
Suddenly there came a yell from a nearby alcove of the corridor. Draco twisted around to see Filch running for Dumbledore. Dumbledore, being ancient and arthritis-ridden had no time to react before Filch rammed himself into Dumbledore, took his wand and wrenched Draco away from him.
"Argus, don't take my-" Dumbledore protested, but he was too late. Filch had already started running down the corridor. Dumbledore could have stopped him, but he didn't have the heart to. Instead he broke down in a heap and sobbed at the loss of the night's…action.
