*Draco's P.O.V*

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I dragged Potter up into an old mansion located in the woods. My family never came here anymore because there was never a reason too, well that was until now. Why am I here with an unconscious Gryffindork? I don't even have an answer for that, to be honest.

I had apparated both of us as close to the mansion as I could, I had to be discrete to not alert the Ministry or anyone else that would be looking for Potter, like his mudblood and weasel friends. Potter was limp in my arms, snoring so loudly I was afraid someone would hear us but, thankfully no one was close enough in range to find us. Stupid Potter and his snoring abilities, of course it would be accepted from something as deranged as Potter.

I mean seriously! How could I not hear his snores from my dorm?

It was so annoying that I had been tempted to throw him in the lake. Which I tried to, of course -key word tried- but, I couldn't even do that. What the bloody hell is wrong with me? Why can't I kill him?

We sunk deeper into the woods and with each step I took, fear squeezed my insides more. I had never been a fan of wood or forests -who was really?- they were inhabited by creatures and other things that weren't worthy of a Pure-blood like me.

Eventually we reached the mansion and I went around the back entrance just to be cautious and make sure no one was inside. After creeping in quietly and searching the old Victorian mansion for people, I levitated Potter up the stairs into what I think used to be aunt Bellatrix's old room.

I conjured some chains and chained him up against the headboard and then I placed a big jug of water on the nightstand just to mock him -he's my prisoner not my guest- when he awakens. Which I expect soon. I smirked to myself as I walked over to my room across the hall from where he was captive.

"Ha, when Potter wakes up he'll be pissed and lost...I can't wait to see the look on his face when he wak- Wait, what am I saying?! If the Dark Lord ever finds out he'll have my head, my beautiful head! Everyone would be so disappointed to see my handsomeness gone! I have to kill Potter before the Dark Lord kills me!"

I paced around the room trying to come up with something, it's not that I want Potter alive it's just that I can't kill him. He's probably cursed me or something, stupid Potter. Damn it, Malfoy! Come up with something!"

Nothing came up to my mind, so I sat down on my bed and ran a hand through my hair. Wow, I must be really stressed if I'm willing to mess with my hair. I wanted to cry but, Malfoy's are not worthy of that. Shite, I'm dead. So dead. Potter is alive and in the room next to me, what the hell do I do? The Dark Lord is not going to be happy.

Minutes passed as I sat on the edge of my bed, thinking of a way to conceal Potter and save myself. I was startled from my thoughts when I heard him calling my name.

"Malfoy!" He yelled, "Malfoy you bloody coward! Come here!"

I smirked but, who was I fooling, I was shaking inside. I walked towards the room Potter was in when an idea came to my mind. That's it! You can find bones and take Potter's wand and hand them to the Dark Lord so that he'll believe he's dead. I'll say I burned him alive. Perfect.

I opened the door to the room and slammed it shut behind me. "Potter, I see your awake." Finally, you speccy eye git.

"What the hell Malfoy!" Potter screamed at me, a wild look in his eyes. "Why am I here and chained up on the bed? Where are we? What are you go-"

"Shut up!" Really, he's so bloody annoying. How do people like him?

"Don't tell me to shut up! Tell me why I'm here Malfoy?!"

Laughing I walked over to where Potter lay on the bed. "Oh dear Potter, you're here because you are now my prisoner. As you can see, I was going to kill you but, I didn't." I mutter and scowled to myself.

"Why?!" Potter demanded.

"Why? Because the Dark Lord wanted me to kill you and I assure, I will." He glared at me, I smirked as I continued, "Right after I torture you for a few weeks, or months of course."

"How does Voldemort feel about that?" Potter spat.

"Oh what he doesn't know, won't kill him Harry. In a few hours, I am going to trick him into believing your dead so he will leave us alone. And then I'll have you all to myself."

I stood up, leaving the room. Potter yelling at my back, "Your insane Malfoy if you think that will work! Voldemort will find out that I'm alive and that you lied to him." His voice was in a whisper as he said, "He'll find out and then he'll kill us both."

I stiffened at his words but, kept walking not giving him the triumph of looking back. It was going to work, it needs to work until I find out how I can kill Potter.

"Let me go, Malfoy." Potter whispered.

My hand was on the door handle and I walked out but, before I could I turned to face him and smirked, "No." But, my smirk faded and sweat beads formed on my forehead as I made my way to my own room. He was right about something though, the Dark Lord would find out, eventually. You're so screwed Malfoy.

A/N

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