A/N: I know it's been a couple of years since I've updated, so why did I pick it up again? I found an unfinished chapter and reviews that made me want to complete it, so here I am.

To recap: Draco's parents have both been killed by Voldemort. Draco manages to escape somehow so he is now considered a traitor to the Death Eaters. Then, Harry is hired to protect Draco and even though Draco is reluctant to have him, he obliges 'cause he's desperate; so he is now currently staying at Harry's Black Manor. Somewhere along the way, he receives a pendent from his ex-girlfriend, Pansy, from Harry's hand. This pendent holds truths that are yet to be revealed. And so Draoc's been there at the manor for couple of weeks I guess. Hermione is given an invitation to a banquet and so does Harry – they can bring dates and Harry has chosen Draco. Just for kicks, but it's really for his own protection, Draco is given a suspicious potion from Harry. This potion happens to be polyjuice potion so Draco is turned into a woman. He attends the banquet along with Hermione, Ron, and Harry … until Snape comes in disguised and takes Draco away.

Chapter Nine: Cornered on the Bridge Top

Draco drew in deep breaths as he overlooked the city and shivered. He was standing over the London bridge, hundreds of meters above the river and no magic was going to save him. Staring down, he grimaced at the sight of rushing water and beeping cars below. Of course, none of the common-folk saw him. Who would actually look up to find two people on top of a bridge? And say, even if they did see them, they wouldn't exactly spontaneously decide to save him, which was what Draco needed at the moment.

"Afraid are you?" Snape asked coolly from aside.

Draco inched away and covered what was left of his exposing skin. He didn't look at his old professor's face. Instead, he gazed at the slick vehicles driving below. Yet again the sky was pouring and Draco was careful to watch his step as he inched away from his abductor. "How can a Seeker be afraid of heights?" he asked distantly.

"Maybe he should be when presented with a situation absent of his wand," Snape answered darkly.

"I don't need a wand," Draco come-backed and still averting his eyes, "I could swim…" Just not dive. Draco honestly knew he was useless without a wand, but then a plan formulated in his mind. He didn't like being taken advantage of. That just wasn't right. Beneath his cloak and dress, Draco felt around for the cell phone Harry lend him just in case for emergency purposes. He recalled Harry's instructions, keeping careful caution and note that Snape knew how to read minds.

Flip the phone open and dial this number if you need me.

Draco blinked cluelessly for a moment. That time he didn't think he'd need help but now that he mentioned it, Draco couldn't exactly recall the numbers.

Snape walked close to the edge of the bridge frame, "Well, if I were to push you off at this moment," he said walking right off the frame, "could you do this?"

Draco watched him glide over thin air as if it was a frozen floor and released a breath that Snape mistakened as fear. His fingers met cold plastic. Something with a seven….he thought hard.

"It's almost midnight…" Snape commented looking at a peculiar black watch on his wrist. "Nine of them should be here soon."

Draco frowned, as he slid the top half of the phone beneath his sleeves and felt the number pads. Earlier, he had been fascinated with the glowing numbers and managed to memorize all the buttons. Suddenly, he remembered Harry's little reminder for his contact number. Draco mentally raised a brow, wondering how he could have forgotten.

H. Potter.

Draco dialed and waited. He knew it was ringing, but wasn't sure if Harry had picked up, so he left it to ring and faced his old Professor. "Who are these nine people?"

Snape snickered, "You'll remember soon enough. There'll all here to pick you up."

The wind blew harshly at him and his cloak and dress thrashed wildly around against the raining downpour. He hugged himself close and stared at Snape who was observing closely at him. "Why won't you kill me right here?" he implored.

"Why should I fight a defenseless witch?"

"What bullshit. You'd kill a Muggle without hesitation."

"It's not my place to dispose of you."

Draco scoffed and sniffed. "And the nine people are for what? My containment?"

"Questioning."

Draco breathed in and didn't exhale for the next 3 second. The word 'questioning' meant trouble – namely lots of pain and agony. He glanced down the bridge with all the flowing cars. Maybe jumping off would be easier than going through torture. I hate pain, he thought, moving close to the edge.

Snape looked bemused, "Trying to take the short way out are you? Pitiful. Don't bother Malfoy, you won't get past me."

"I'm pleased to know that," Draco said bitterly.

And they both silenced themselves, allowing the swift winds whip rain sleets into their face as cars honked below. Draco knew as he stared at his former comrade, teacher – protector – he knew Snape wanted to ask him more than anyone else why he would betray the Dark Side. He'd viciously point out Draco had no other purpose in life, no other position to put himself in and have others accept him. He has the Malfoy blood running through him and their place is no where near the non-magic folk.

"You wouldn't understand," Draco whispered.

Snape glared at him coldly, knowing what he meant even though he didn't ask Draco anything.

Draco muttered other phrases that only had meaning between the two of them, but his words were lost to the wind as it carried it away. Instead, an enormous hissing sound, followed by the air around him, began to pull in around him like a giant vacuum. He tried to resist the wind pulling him in, his arms up to guard his face against the rain and then he dared to see the new arrivals. Black figures cloaked in tearing thin robes and a sallow face occupied each body – Dementors.

Bloody hell.

He remembered the day he took a tour around Azkaban prison – it was horrifying. The look on the prisoner's all void of life. Huddling in their corners muttering incoherent words, some of them even sat there on their beds, staring at the ceiling – thinking of nothing. Azkaban was a place that housed soulless bodies. Draco didn't want to become an empty shell. Even though he didn't have great memories, they were precious to him; they made him content – he'd rather die than lose all that mattered.

Adrenaline rushed through Draco like a static shock, and with a last burst of energy he pulled his weight against the Dementors' power – pulled and pulled until he broke free of their invisible grasp. It was only a fraction of a second, but it was just enough to heave himself off the bridge.

The waters below invited Draco, although it looked inviting – Draco was not prepared to die. He didn't want to go to Azkaban, or to reconcile with Voldemort. He had greater ambitions and he wasn't willing to die now – not when he had his parents to avenge.

Here he was seconds from death – and he knew he'd hit unconsciousness the moment he'd break the water surface. Look how high the bridge was, who could come out unscathed or lose a couple of brain cells? Snape could save him if he chose, but that would mean going through the giant spiral that was between them right then.

Draco experienced his gut sinking in, the kind when someone was falling. He didn't know what else to do so only one thing came to possess his mind…"HARRY!" he screamed at the top of his lungs.

His voice came out shrill and cracking because of his dry throat - he couldn't believe the new voice of his, the sharpness of it felt like it could rip through sheets of metal. Even so, it was…effective.

The cold nipped at his skin and as the gravity pulled Draco down fast, his hair trailed behind him and often times, slapping against his face as his body was overturned by the wind. His eyes were shut tightly and his arms wound themselves around his thin body, a hand clutching tightly to a black cell. Draco faintly heard the dead dial tone of the device and felt despair.

It was only seconds in which he had fallen, but it seemed like minutes that were too painful to get over. It wasn't the first time in his life he wished for a miracle – anything to save him now – but Snape was an exception.

The first thing Draco heard was a 'thud' as he landed in to…something – his breath was knocked out as he hung over someone's shoulder. The second thing he heard was a voice close to his ear. Whether it whispered an apology or a warning – Draco wasn't too sure, but the tone of the voice was one he was not accustomed to; when he looked around, he was met with the familiar eyes staring back at him. The third thing he heard was the sound of rain disappearing as he felt his body bound closely together to spin rapidly in time with his savior's; Draco knew they were Disapparating.

He could hear the distant howling of the Dementors as well as Snape's outraged voice slowly fade away, and for the first time that night, Draco was relieved.

A/N: It's quite a short chapter since the next scene is somewhere completely different, but the next would be a longer one for sure. Last of all, please review ;)