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"Stupefy!" a voice growled and I turned around to see…Oh my…
Draco Malfoy! I was such a fan of him and I see him right in front of me! Okay, so it's not the time to bring out the fan-girlishness, but really, this is Draco Malfoy we're talking about. I shook my head, instantly snapping myself from staring googly-eyed at him. He smirked. I must say, I was disappointed at his appearance. It was so much different from the movies… But don't get me wrong, he was still very attractive. Very, very, very-
"If you are done, I suggest we move on." The black- oh crap, that was Snape, right? The potions master? He's a Death Eater? Oh no, does Dumbledore know that one of the professors are a Death Eater? What if-
"I would like the suggest, Severus, that we take her quickly." A familiar but menacing voice silenced my talking, and I glared.
"Does," I prodded, my brown, hazel eyes burning something of anger, "your family learns proper etiquettes of not interrupting others?" I asked, my forefinger pointing accusingly. I had almost forgotten about the very fine man behind me who had grabbed my arm. I looked at it pointedly but he wouldn't let go, his grey orbs holding obvious warning. A voice rang inside my head and I gasped, my lips spreading open as someone talked in it.
"You shouldn't have done that." He warned, as I glared at him angrily and snatched my arm from him. As I did so, without warning, the blondie- obviously Lucius Malfoy, strode up to me, his stick pointed furiously against my still trembling, pale throat, and he whispered two words that I didn't understand, until my hazel eyes drooped and I fell backwards, right into the Slytherin Prince himself, Draco Malfoy. The last thing I remembered was scolding myself that I had pushed my luck too much. Maybe I would see my parents again…
So I am here, in one of the dungeons of Malfoy Manor. A lot of house elves had came and kept me company, but I still missed mum and dad. They were the only ones in my life and I missed them terribly. Oh wait. I am so sorry, you don't know my name, do you? It escaped me. Getting captured by magical creatures in books, or rather believed in, really makes you think you are paranoid. I started to talk to the wall after five minutes, because I was lonely. My name is-
"Get up." Malfoy's voice floated through, from the stairs, and I whipped around warily, wondering what trap he had set this time. But no wand in hand, just in his pocket, and instead of chains or anything, he had a tray of food in his hand. He offered it to me and I grumbled, stumbling as I tried to get up, my entire body sore with pain and stiffness. Malfoy sighed. I really shouldn't call him Malfoy anymore, but I really just don't want to call him by his first name. I had never called someone by their first name. Ever.
"Food." He said once again, curiously, and I snapped out of my reverie to see him open the lock that held me. As I saw that happening, I knew I wasn't going to have any more chances. I stood quickly, nearly twisting my foot in the process, as his cold grey eyes studied me for more movement, if wondering what I would do next. I stared at the food tray, and saw that it was made of rocks. Hoping it was goblin-made, I made a quick grab for it and he lunged for my collar, but missed by a hairbreadth, and I gasped, clutching it like my life depended on it. Wait. It did. If I didn't get out of here, who knows what they would do to me? Was I a guinea pig for a test? I had to do that in a dissection class at school, but being one was certainly not interesting and I had no interest to be tested on.
Still holding the large and heavy stone tray over my head, I slammed it on his blond head as he watched for a while, and I thought, with thumping heart, that he had a charm that would not let me hurt him. But surely, he fell, his grey eyes rolling to the back of his head and closing his eyes. Even though he imprisoned him, I hoped I didn't kill him. Seeing a thing trickle of crimson blood, I hesitated before letting my fingers rest on my lips before letting it fall on his forehead. Tying my shoelaces quietly, I snuck out the cold cell, and saw the three people I would have asked for their signatures and have asked them all about their adventures.
Who was it?
Yes. If you thought the Golden Trio, the famous Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, with a very sick and sweating Ron Weasley, you thought correct.
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