"I don't think this is a good idea Ronald." Hermione said nervously. "Your brothers never have anyone over here. There might be some kind of … trap."
The red head brushed himself off. "Come on Hermione. It's just a house."
"Hey!" Harry yelled sharply whipping his wand around.
The figure that had just stood froze.
"Malfoy?" Harry gasped.
Ron snarled. "What the hell is Ferret doing here?"
Draco opened his mouth and closed it again.
"That's what I thought." Ron grabbed his shoulder. "Let's put him back where he goes."
Harry threw floo powder in the fire.
"Knockturn Alley." Ron yelled.
The pale figure was shoved forward into the fire. He was constricted and floo travel turned out to be terrifying when you were blind. He fell to the floor heavily and lay there catching his breath.
A shoe collided with his rib cage. "Get out of the way you scum." A hiss of disgust followed. "You scuffed my shoe you lowlife. Apologize."
Draco frantically gestured to his throat. He was suddenly lifted into the air. He choked as the two huge fists on his collar pressed into his neck.
"So that's how it's gonna be?"
A door opened and Draco whished desperately that he could see. That he could speak. That he could even breathe would be pleasent. One hand dropped away and he gasped in oxygen greedily. All that was gone as the man's fist slammed into his stomach and he flew back bashing his shoulders into the brick wall. All his precious air was gone, replaced with immense pain.
"I told you to do something shit face."
Draco shook trying to stand. He fell under the heavy blows of his assailant. He cried without sound, the only way he could.