I shook violently between two thirds of the golden trio. Ever the do gooder Potter removed his jacket and draped it over my shoulders, casting a quick warming charm over it. Weasley cast me a sympathetic glance before draping me under one of his gangly arms. He had given me his sweater earlier on.
"Do you think Malfoy is taking care of Hermione." Ron was the first to speak since we'd been captured.
"Definitely," came Potter's overly optimistic response, "they have our girl and we have theirs." I almost felt bad for the muggle born. While Potty and Weaselbee treated me with genuine kindness I couldn't guarantee that Blaise and Draco would do the same. They weren't kind like these bloody Gryffindors.
"S-so wha-a-a-at are w-we going to-o do a-ab-about l-l-l-leaving," both boys gave me another sympathetic glance before Weasley pulled me between his legs and cuddled around me.
"I've sent my patrons to Hermione already. There should be a reply within the hour." Potter was the only person in our year to produce a patronus, ironic since the guy went through so much as a child, but that was quickly proven false when a silvery-white fox bound into the room. It's cunning eyes didn't miss a beat and Draco's familiar drawl tightened around us like silk.
HOW DID YOU MANAGE TO GET CAUGHT! GREATEST SEEKER MY ASS! I BET MY LEFT NUT I COULD'VE LOST THEM BETTER THAN THAT!
'Screaming isn't going to help.'
AND WEASELY WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE IF YOU CANT PROTECT A GIRL! YOURE NOT SMART, YOURE NOT HANDSOME, YOUR HERO COMPLEX IS THE ONLY THING YOUVE GOT GOING FOR YOU AND YOU RUINED THAT TOO!
There was a bit of scuffling before Hermione took over. It was odd hearing her gentle voice coming from such a predatory creature.
'He has a point Harry, but never mind that. You're going to have to break out. Meet us in the Forbidden forest and send up one teal flair. Zabini will meet you and apparate you to our hide out.'
With a bow the fox disappeared with style, turning to silvery swirls of smoke.
"Who thought Malfoy was happy enough to produce a stable patronus." Weasely snorted. I rolled my eyes and shoved the ginger haired boy beneath the armpits.
"You say it like you know him, like you ever made an effort to know his torments or his triumphs."
"He was a bully," Potter insisted, "why would we waste our time trying to understand the twisted mind that is Malfoy."
I couldn't help snorting, no matter how unlady like it may seem.
"Because you had no idea what he was going through," I insisted. Listen to me, sounding all caring.
"But how could we care when he was such a git!" Weaselbees face went all red making the freckles disappear.
"By giving him a chance! So what if he called you names! Imagine every beating he got for thinking positively about you, for wishing he could fight like you, he might be a snake, but he has saved yours and Granger's life more times than you have freckles WEASELY!" My chest heaved with the newest wave of rage.
"The horcruxes, your lives, DUMBLEDORE'S LIFE, all of it depended on him feeding the Dark Lord false information!"
"What about Fred," Weasley asked.
"And Hermiones parents." Came Potters voice.
"So you're going to condemn him for not being able to save everyone?" Both men looked ashamed of themselves, "he lost both of his parents too...and he's been dealing with it all of it on his own. He won't talk to me. He won't talk to Blaise, but at night I hear him crying. It's the most heartbreaking thing...his parents are gone and all you're worried about is how he called your precious Granger a mudblood."
"Pansy..." It was Weasley who spoke first. Slowly he whipped at the tears that streaked my face.
"I'm sorry." Came Potter, "we had no idea..."
I jerked away from the ginger, "you don't know anything about any of us Slytherins."
"You all do have a tendency to push us away," I glared at Gingy.
"And you lot don't do the same?"
With a wave of my wand I began thinking of Draco, how he taught me to ride the muggle contraption called a bike. I imagined the wind flying through my pigtails and spoke the magic words.
"Expecto patronum," joy filled me, as a sparrow appeared, swooping through the cage, "we're on our way."
Remeber er to review my loves. Once again this was written on my phone. Sorrryyyy?
