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Who was it?
Yes, if you thought the famous Harry Potter with Hermione Granger, with a very sick and sweating Ron Weasley, you thought correct.
I almost dropped to the ground in shock. I couldn't believe it. I see the one very cute boy that I had a crush on for years, namely Draco Malfoy, then I see the oh-so famous Trio in the cells. Groping for the keys, I took them out of my dirty jeans and tried to find the one that fit the lock. Sighing, and hoping there was a number on the cell, I examined them, trying to find one. Finally, after hours of searching, I found no numbers, but some squiggly symbols.
'I guess it must be some ancient runes.' I thought, and polished the key ring and all on my already dirty clothes, making the rust and grime fall off and fine its home on my shirt. I knew it wouldn't come out, but that was the furthest from my mind. Upon finding the right key after sifting through the whole, heavy ring of keys, I triumphantly held the right one and impatiently jiggled it in the lock. Hermione gasped and jumped up, hugging me tight, as more and more grime and filth locked itself on my shirt, and I had to literally squeeze myself to the ground to not jump and ask for their signature. It was so hard! I wondered what I would do with the signatures when I went home. Wait. No one would believe me. I guess it would be in my Harry Potter book for life. Who knows? Maybe when I marry I'd- who says I would live through this hellhole? Pasting a fake smile on my face that everyone could see through, I motioned to the hook that carried their wands, as I knelt to the ground to see the unconscious Ron. I shook him, but all I could hear was a small moan and his head lolled on the ground.
"He wouldn't wake up!" Hermione started sobbing and I tried comforting her, patting her on the back and all. She was much prettier than the actress, but the actress was very, really pretty too. I wish I could be like that, than my not-anymore shiny black hair which was to my shoulders, a thin figure and a small face. But I guess people are always different. Sighing, I rummaged through my pockets, looking if there was something that I could use at this moment.
I found some pills, more precisely some headache and fever pills, that my mother had put in a handkerchief for emergencies. Wait, but this was muggle pills. Would it work for a wizard too? I still haven't gotten used to this whole thing. Why would they just come and get me? What am I for them? Rubbing and pinching myself to see if this really wasn't a dream and I hurt a really, very, cute- okay, I'm sorry. I have a better and a greater task at hand. Rubbing my temples, I grabbed the bowl that was stored away near the corner. Harry then understood what I was meaning to do and conjured some fresh, clean water, and I made Ron sip a small sip of the water and opened his mouth, letting one red and white pill fall into his mouth. He weakly opened his eyes and swallowed, and I smiled triumphantly, and rubbed his stomach and back to make him swallow deeply. He relaxed, and I thankfully grabbed my two hands and entwined them, thanking whoever was up there in the sky. I really wasn't a religious person, but my grandmother had taken me to the church…Before she died two days later.
Hermione, who had been staying in the corner, came up to me and began looking at me. I smiled and tried to walk away, a bit freaked out about what was happening, but Harry stood behind me and I was caught. Hermione smiled, and I relaxed a bit.
"Thank you." She whispered and levitated him out of the cells, and out into the light. Harry nodded his thanks, which I returned happily. They walked out, closing the heavy, metal doors. I was happy and content, but I still was woozy and collapsed onto the floor. I pinched myself again, hoping this was all a dream. But no such luck. Feeling paranoid, I hoped no one was watching. But I turned around to see those cold, grey eyes and backed away, right into the wall. Cursing my luck, I looked into his grey orbs to find nothing except for a bit of pain, which made sense because of that big bump that was growing on his head now. The blood had stopped, but the old, a darker shade of blood was encrusted, which was now becoming a scab. He followed my eyes to the wound, and his pale hand touched it, wanting to tear it. Cursing my parents being doctors, I made a move to stop him, to let my own pale hand fall on his. His eyes widened but narrowed into slits, and he demanded me to explain my action.
"What," he hissed, "Made you think that you had the power to touch me like that?" he was definitely cornering me into the wall now, and a piece of a broken, rusty nail was digging into my back, making me wiggle and try to reposition myself. But Draco thought I was trying to escape and grabbed me more forcefully, and I couldn't help but to let a small squeak of pain coming out of my mouth. He smirked. That smirk was going to be really annoying and all. He looked satisfied, since he had actually heard me in pain for the first time. I guess that made him happy and content.
"You…" I trailed off, licking my dry lips, wetting them, "Could have gotten scars." Wow, what a sad answer. He could have killed me by now and I tell him I didn't want him to have scars. Bloody brilliant, right? Wrong.
He made a noise in his throat that I made out to be a scoff. He just replaced the food and the filthy water, I might add, in the wooden bowl and left, hissing and grasping the key ring from my pocket, as I sighed.
"Can I…at least have blankets? It's cold down here." I shivered and rubbed my hands on my arms quickly, supporting the idea of the cold. He scoffed and I knew he thought I was weak. My anger rose and I hissed warningly. His eyes showed amusement and surprise.
"All right, Mr. I'm always perfect, you think I'm weak like the other muggles? All right, then. You sleep down here too and we'll see who's weak and who's not." I suggested, lightly smirking and proud of myself. Fine, I admit. That was really a stupid thing to say, but I knew he wouldn't back off so easily. It was kind of a challenge, I guess. He just smirked and nodded his head with a small jerk.
"Of course, my lady." He teased, and ran upstairs, as I fell on the floor once again, looking and staring at the wall. Even though I really liked seeing the characters, I did hope this was all a dream. I missed mum and dad.
"All right, ready?" He came back, his arms full of fluffy and plushy blankets. I picked myself up and grabbed a silver comforter, but he grasped my arm and told me it was his. I rolled my eyes, just sitting on the floor and looking up at him expectantly. He just sat down far away from me, and pushed the green fluffy blanket of the ground, hissing at the grime and filth. I still couldn't believe he was doing this, and I couldn't help but stifle and little giggle. He leapt at the sound but just glared and went back to making his oh-so wonderful and fluffy bed while I still was on the floor, my hazel eyes following his every movement, wondering what I would get.
"Here." He offered me a small, thin mattress, and I stared at it unbelievingly. He just smirked and fell on his 'bed', taking off his shoes and putting his arms behind his head. A couple of minutes later, I heard his soft breathing and I knew he had gone to sleep. Sighing, I laid on the thin and ugly mattress, feeling the coldness from the ground seep up right through the tattered piece of crap, but it was better than nothing, so I closed my eyes and went to sleep…But it wasn't sleep I went into; it was hypothermia.
Oh no!