Before Draco was able to eye his opponent, he was hit by purple and green flames. "Expelliarmus!" and Draco's wand flew into his attacker's hand. "Petrificus Totalus!" and Draco hit the ground, completely paralysed. He couldn't even move his lips, else he would have screamed his lungs out for help. He could only lay there and wait for what was to come next.

He heard footsteps. Someone picked up his belongings and then said "Locomotor." Draco's paralysed body flew about 3 inches above the marble floor and floated right behind the person who had attacked him. He couldn't see her face. He was sure his attacker was a she, since she was wearing her hair in a tight bun and he could hear the heels of her shoes tick tack on the cold floor.

Draco was scared. He tried to move, but it was impossible. He tried to scream, but the only sound that came out of his mouth was "MHHHHH!".

"Shut the fuck up, Draco." the girl said. "You know I can't disobey the Lord's wishes. "Even though you're my Dracokins." The way she said caused Draco to panic even more.

"MHH!" and tears welled up in his eyes. They now descended a stairs and came into the dark dungeons.

"Were almost there, Draco." she said softly. Her voice was so icy. Draco could almost feel the way she loved to do this. He knew that what was coming next would be very unpleasant. He was terrified and his tears were now leaving drops on the floor.

All kinds of images crossed his mind. He saw the horrible masks that had plagued his dreams. He heard all kinds of voices, filled with hate. He saw a person, a person who had the same silky, blonde hair. He heard the whooshing of wands and his own screaming and crying.

A door closed. "There we are." Her voice sounded amused, as if something very pleasant was about to happen.

"Finite Incantatem." and Draco fell on the floor. The petrifying curse was removed. "Don't try to run away. I'll have you screaming in pain before you've reached the door." and she giggled.

For the first time this evening Draco was able to see her face. It frightened him so much he started to scream.

"Shut the hell up." She spit at him. She lifted her wand to mumble a spell, but that was enough for Draco to shut his mouth. He crawled into a corner, holding his knees in fear.

"Don't you know who I am, Draco?"

Draco shivered.

"TALK TO ME."

Draco shook his head, hugging his knees.

"Oh, I've heard you calling my name so much. When you were asleep, in the Hospital wing." she smiled, a smile of the devil. "Noo, Pansy, no, don't kill him, nooo…" she imitated Draco's voice.

"You make me sick." She said in her normal tone of voice, eyeing him with a face of disgust. "But that's okay. You won't be here for much longer, as the Lord has ordered me to…"

Pansy fell silent. Draco heard it too. There were footsteps, not that far away from the dungeon were Pansy had locked herself and Draco in.

Pansy was confused by this sudden sound, completely interrupting her plan.

Do something! It kept alarming Draco in his head. He glanced into the room. His wand.
It was right there.

"Oh no, boy! I don't think so!" her eyes were looking from Draco to the door, her wand pointed at him. "If you move one bit, you're dead befo-.." Draco jumped up.

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Harry had walked back to his common room, finding Ron playing Wizard Chess with Neville. "Harry! Where have you been? I wanted to play chess with you but I couldn't find you, so now Neville has taken your place."

Harry looked up and greeted Ron and Neville with a nod. "That's okay, Ron. I wanted to go to bed early anyway. I'll be in our dormitory if you need me." and he walked away from the table, passed the hearth and walked up the stairs.

"What's with him?" Neville asked Ron. Neville's Queen moved and slaughtered Ron's Tower.

"I have no idea, but he has been acting a bit strange lately…" Ron mumbled. "Bloody hell. You're not as bad at Wizard Chess as I thought!" and he focused on their game again.

When Harry walked in, Hedwig was ticking on the window nearby Harry's bed, holding a piece of parchment in her bill.

Harry opened the window and let her in. He gently took the parchment out of her bill and gave her loving pet on her head. "Thanks, Hedwig." and he smiled at his beloved pet.
She cooed and then flew away through the open window again.

Harry smiled. At least he still had Hedwig, who would never ask questions if Harry told her what had happened with Malfoy. Who wouldn't judge him. No, Hedwig was definitely one of Harry's closest friends…

He sat on his bed and opened the carefully folded parchment. He immediately recognised the curly handwriting.

Mr. Potter,

there are some things, new events that are very important, that I'd like to discuss with you.
Please come over Friday evening at eight.

Regards,

Albus Dumbledore.

Harry knew something important had happened, something involving Voldemort, but one of the rules of the Order of the Phoenix was not to give explicit information through Owl. You never know who might intercept it.

Harry looked behind him at the big, old, wooden clock. It was only six o'clock.

Harry lay down on his bed. He felt this uncomfortable knot in his stomach, but he tried to ignore it. Just because he was nice the past few days, doesn't mean you have to befriend him… his mind said.

But you want to be with him. His heart spoke.

Harry moaned. "For Christ sake," Harry thought. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say I'm turning queer." he mumbled to his cushion.
He froze. What? His mind and heart spoke at once. Queer? Well, I've always known it. His heart exclaimed. Oh, don't be stupid. His mind murmured, even though he didn't sound so sure…

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