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Chapter 2
It had been 3 days, 17 hours and 23 minutes since Snape dragged him out of their previous hideout. He knew where he was now though and he was not happy. Imagine him, the only heir of the Malfoy family, being forced to live in a room at 12 Grimmauld Place. How utterly humiliating.
Apparently, Snape had “seen something” in him and was planning to rescue him from the Dark Lord. Draco rolled his eyes as he thought about the long speech Snape had given him about having choices to make and making the right choice and other such nonsense. Didn’t Snape understand there wasn’t a choice to make? He was a Malfoy and Malfoys were all Death Eaters. Where was the choice in that?
The door creaked open and in walked Snape.
“Well, well. Are you here to persuade me some more?” sneered Draco. Dressed in tattered and torn robes and surviving on the most basic of food had reduced Draco into a shadow of him former self. Yet the disdainful look on his face never changed.
“No. I’ve said what I wanted to. The rest is up to you. I came to tell you your mother is well and to pass you your dinner.”
“Can I leave this god-forsaken place then since you’ve given up on reforming me? I’ve got plans I need to see to.”
Snape gave a snort of derision. “No. I promised your mother I would keep you safe and I will, whether you like it or not. You will stay here till the end of the war.” With one last look at his former student, Snape shook his head and swept out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
So he was to stay in this miserable room till the end of the war. It was not a situation Draco had contemplated before. Somehow, he had always believed that he would eventually leave this place and get on with the rest of his life. Staying under the protection of The Order was certainly not in his plans.
Stunned by the news, Draco pushed his dinner away and slumped on the bed. Without his wand and with all the witches and wizards swarming the place, Draco knew his chances of escape were slim. There was no way he could leave this place on his own.
Yet, he had no intention of living out his life in this room. For all he knew, the war could last for decades and there was no way he was going to be kept out of it. If he could escape from here, he could join up with the Dark Lord, tell him all about The Order and hopefully become a high-ranking Death Eater. His father would be proud.
Now all he needed was a fool-proof escape plan.
*****
“Do I really have to?”
“Yes, dear. Just run up and grab the plate and bring it down. You know I’m up to my ears in work now.”
“Alright, Mum.”
Ginny trudged up the stairs and headed towards Malfoy’s room. She didn’t really understand why they were looking after him. If it were up to her, she would let him starve to death. He deserved nothing less. Not just because he was plain horrid to Ron, Harry and Hermione in school but because he was so clearly a Death Eater to-be and the almost-murderer of Dumbledore. It was beyond her why they would want to help someone like that.
But Snape had come in one cold night with a shivering Malfoy under his arm. Ginny had been seated at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of hot chocolate when it happened. Snape had conferred in quiet whispers with McGonagall and Malfoy was then rushed upstairs. No one even noticed her watching.
She still found it difficult to trust Snape although it seemed that most of The Order did. For some time, many of them had believed Snape to have betrayed them but something changed a few months after Dumbledore’s death and Snape had been welcomed back into The Order. When she asked her mother about it, she mentioned something vague about a plan to save Harry and defeat He-who-must-not-be-named. Ginny still felt confused by the whole thing but all her questions were rebuffed.
Most of her family was now residing at 12 Grimmauld Place. It was a difficult decision to leave The Burrow but it was true they were safer here. He-who-must-not-be-named was gaining power and it was better for The Order to be together so they could act quickly in face of any crisis. Harry, Ron and Hermione were still traveling England in search for the Horcruxes. Messages from them were few and far-between but it seemed that they were well enough. Ginny worried constantly about them but there was nothing she could do. Some days, she felt quite useless. Everyone in the house was busy preparing for the upcoming war while she sat around and read her textbooks.
Sighing at her depressing thoughts, Ginny rapped on the door and waited.
There was no answer. She rapped again, slightly louder but still no one answered. Annoyed, Ginny pushed the door open and peered in.
“Malfoy?”
A grunt directed her attention to a dark corner of the room. Draco was seated on the chair, deep in thought. Probably on how to make life a misery for everyone here, Ginny scoffed.
“You finished with your dinner?” Ginny crossed over to the table slowly. She had never been inside Malfoy’s room before. It was dark and depressing, befitting its resident. She wondered why he didn’t draw the curtains and open the window.
“Oh. You haven’t eaten. Well I’ll come back later then. Sorry for this.” She knew she was rambling but she couldn’t help herself. Malfoy’s cool grey eyes had been following her as she moved around the room and his stare made her nervous. She needed to get out of the room.
“Wait,” Malfoy’s commanding tone took her by surprise. She turned from the door to look at him, unsure of what was happening.
“Stay. I could do with the company.”
Chapter 2
It had been 3 days, 17 hours and 23 minutes since Snape dragged him out of their previous hideout. He knew where he was now though and he was not happy. Imagine him, the only heir of the Malfoy family, being forced to live in a room at 12 Grimmauld Place. How utterly humiliating.
Apparently, Snape had “seen something” in him and was planning to rescue him from the Dark Lord. Draco rolled his eyes as he thought about the long speech Snape had given him about having choices to make and making the right choice and other such nonsense. Didn’t Snape understand there wasn’t a choice to make? He was a Malfoy and Malfoys were all Death Eaters. Where was the choice in that?
The door creaked open and in walked Snape.
“Well, well. Are you here to persuade me some more?” sneered Draco. Dressed in tattered and torn robes and surviving on the most basic of food had reduced Draco into a shadow of him former self. Yet the disdainful look on his face never changed.
“No. I’ve said what I wanted to. The rest is up to you. I came to tell you your mother is well and to pass you your dinner.”
“Can I leave this god-forsaken place then since you’ve given up on reforming me? I’ve got plans I need to see to.”
Snape gave a snort of derision. “No. I promised your mother I would keep you safe and I will, whether you like it or not. You will stay here till the end of the war.” With one last look at his former student, Snape shook his head and swept out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
So he was to stay in this miserable room till the end of the war. It was not a situation Draco had contemplated before. Somehow, he had always believed that he would eventually leave this place and get on with the rest of his life. Staying under the protection of The Order was certainly not in his plans.
Stunned by the news, Draco pushed his dinner away and slumped on the bed. Without his wand and with all the witches and wizards swarming the place, Draco knew his chances of escape were slim. There was no way he could leave this place on his own.
Yet, he had no intention of living out his life in this room. For all he knew, the war could last for decades and there was no way he was going to be kept out of it. If he could escape from here, he could join up with the Dark Lord, tell him all about The Order and hopefully become a high-ranking Death Eater. His father would be proud.
Now all he needed was a fool-proof escape plan.
“Do I really have to?”
“Yes, dear. Just run up and grab the plate and bring it down. You know I’m up to my ears in work now.”
“Alright, Mum.”
Ginny trudged up the stairs and headed towards Malfoy’s room. She didn’t really understand why they were looking after him. If it were up to her, she would let him starve to death. He deserved nothing less. Not just because he was plain horrid to Ron, Harry and Hermione in school but because he was so clearly a Death Eater to-be and the almost-murderer of Dumbledore. It was beyond her why they would want to help someone like that.
But Snape had come in one cold night with a shivering Malfoy under his arm. Ginny had been seated at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of hot chocolate when it happened. Snape had conferred in quiet whispers with McGonagall and Malfoy was then rushed upstairs. No one even noticed her watching.
She still found it difficult to trust Snape although it seemed that most of The Order did. For some time, many of them had believed Snape to have betrayed them but something changed a few months after Dumbledore’s death and Snape had been welcomed back into The Order. When she asked her mother about it, she mentioned something vague about a plan to save Harry and defeat He-who-must-not-be-named. Ginny still felt confused by the whole thing but all her questions were rebuffed.
Most of her family was now residing at 12 Grimmauld Place. It was a difficult decision to leave The Burrow but it was true they were safer here. He-who-must-not-be-named was gaining power and it was better for The Order to be together so they could act quickly in face of any crisis. Harry, Ron and Hermione were still traveling England in search for the Horcruxes. Messages from them were few and far-between but it seemed that they were well enough. Ginny worried constantly about them but there was nothing she could do. Some days, she felt quite useless. Everyone in the house was busy preparing for the upcoming war while she sat around and read her textbooks.
Sighing at her depressing thoughts, Ginny rapped on the door and waited.
There was no answer. She rapped again, slightly louder but still no one answered. Annoyed, Ginny pushed the door open and peered in.
“Malfoy?”
A grunt directed her attention to a dark corner of the room. Draco was seated on the chair, deep in thought. Probably on how to make life a misery for everyone here, Ginny scoffed.
“You finished with your dinner?” Ginny crossed over to the table slowly. She had never been inside Malfoy’s room before. It was dark and depressing, befitting its resident. She wondered why he didn’t draw the curtains and open the window.
“Oh. You haven’t eaten. Well I’ll come back later then. Sorry for this.” She knew she was rambling but she couldn’t help herself. Malfoy’s cool grey eyes had been following her as she moved around the room and his stare made her nervous. She needed to get out of the room.
“Wait,” Malfoy’s commanding tone took her by surprise. She turned from the door to look at him, unsure of what was happening.
“Stay. I could do with the company.”
To Be Continued.
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