My fuck, Draco was proper loaded.

I mean, I knew he was well off due to the constant bragging and general snobbiness, but he was living in a fucking manor ground.

It was the kind of place that had cottages for the staff dotted amongst the estate.

No wonder Voldemort wanted to hang out here.

Draco's crazy batshit aunt met us at the gates.

"GET DRACO!"

Despite our current situation, I couldn't help but feel a swirl of excitement in my stomach.

I hoped I didn't look too much of a state. At least I didn't look like Harry, who's face was quite frankly revolting.

The fucking snatchers were doing my nut in, however.

"You don't have to keep fucking shoving me!" I snapped at the ugly brute behind me, who seemed to decide I was in need of a rough handling. "I'm willingly walking, aren't I?!"

"Wash your filthy mouth out, Blood Traitor," he sneered, slapping me across the face.

"WILL YOU QUIT FUCKING HITTING ME YOU FUCKING FUCKTARD!" I bellowed, as we staggered into this huge room, where three white-blond haired figures instantly rose up from armchairs at the fireside.

Draco and his parents.

"What is all this commotion?" His mother barked, glaring towards me like it was all my fault that their pretentious little family evening soirée had just been interrupted.

She placed a protective hand on Draco's shoulder.

Of course he was a sodding mummy's boy. It explained a lot.

"They think they've caught Potter." Bellatrix cawed, grabbing Harry and thrusting him under the light of the chandelier.

Draco was looking at me in wide eyed horror. The panic on his face was rife and I couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for him.

"Come here, Draco," Bellatrix cajoled, "Come and tell us if this here is your little school friend."

Draco looked as though he was going to throw up. His eyes kept darting nervously to mine as his father started yanking him towards Harry.

Help us, I begged silently with my eyes.

Hermione let out a little whimper next to me. I discreetly took her trembling hand in mine as I kept my eyes fixed firmly on Draco, praying he wouldn't do anything fucking stupid.

"What's wrong with his face?" Draco asked, disgust dripping with every word.

"Yes, what is wrong with him?" Lucius asked, glancing up to the woman basher behind me. "How did he get into this state?"

My fucking god, both father and son were acting as if the state of Harry's face was ruining the fucking decor or something. Not to mention the mother who was looking at the ground by my feet in disgust as blood trickled down my face and splashed onto her precious fucking rug.

"Wait!" She said, her eyes resting on me a little too long for my comfort. "That's the Weasley girl. I'm sure it's her - Draco look at her, isn't it Arthur Weasley's daughter, what's her name-?"

Draco glanced fearfully at me, his eyes widening slightly as I silently pleaded for him not to give me away.

"Yeah," he said, nervously licking his lips. "It could be."

He looked away quickly so that I was unable to throw him my filthiest look.

"But then surely this is Potter?" Lucius asked Draco.

"I don't know," he shrugged, looking down at the floor, "I can't be sure."

Clearly bored of trying to get Draco to decide whether this was the boy he'd just spent six fucking years hating on everyday, Bellatrix decided to go all fucking looney over the sword.

She grabbed Hermione, screaming in her terrified face. Tad dramatic, I thought.

And it just occurred to me that if I had Draco's babies then it would have that lunatic's DNA. I was starting to understand why Draco didn't want children.

Harry and I were then marched down to the cellar whilst Bellatrix demanded some girl time with Hermione.

God knows what that meant, but judging by the screaming we heard on our way down, it wasn't anything good. I was just glad I wasn't in Hermione's shoes.

"Now the fuck what?!" I asked Harry as we were left locked up under the house.

"You tell me," Harry spat. "So much for your sodding boyfriend swooping in to save the day."

"HE TRIED HIS BEST!" I roared. Although secretly I thought he could have tried harder. "AND HE'S NOT MY FUCKING BOYFRIEND!"

Hermione's screams were echoing from above us so I had to speak up to be heard which was rather inconvenient as my mouth was still sore.

Harry just glared at me uselessly. I looked around at our surroundings and was quite impressed by the size of it. If I ended up marrying Draco and inheriting this place I'd turn it into a massive fucking wine cellar.

"But where will the prisoners go?" Harry asked when I mused my idea out loud.

"I dunno," I shrugged, "but surely they don't need all this space?"

And right on cue, out of the shadows in the corner, an old dude, a goblin, and the Loony girl came hobbling into view.

What the fuck was wrong with Draco's family?

Anyway, after introductions were made and a brief catch up about what we had all been getting up to were done, there was a loud bang at the cellar door, and a shaking voice spoke from behind it.

"Stand back. Line up against the back wall. Don't try anything or I'll kill you."

It was Draco. I rolled my eyes as we did as we were told. The door flew open and he marched inside, wand held out in front of him, pale and determined.

"Oh, I wouldn't fucking worry," Harry scoffed, "it's not as though we've got wands on us."

Draco ignored him, looking only at me. "I need to speak to Weasley."

"This is hardly the time for a quick bunk up, Malfoy!" Harry roared. "In case you hadn't noticed your aunt is currently torturing our best friend!"

"Shut the fuck up, Potter!" Draco spat, his eyes flicking furiously at him before landing back on me. "Weasley, come. And bring the goblin with you."

"What the fuck, Draco?" I spluttered, crossing my arms angrily over my chest.

"JUST DO IT!" Draco bellowed, his wand shaking dangerously now as he pointed it at me.

Huffing, I grabbed the goblin's arm and dragged him along with me, shoving him down by Draco's side.

"Happy?" I hissed. I couldn't believe the last time I saw him I had told him that I loved him.

"No," Draco muttered, as he reached out a hand and grabbed my arm, pulling me right up against his chest.

"Draco, what the-"

"I don't have much time." He cut in, whispering furtively in my ear as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a cloth covered something and placing it covertly in my hand. "Here, take this."

I looked up into his silver grey eyes, confused for a moment. But as I saw the frantic and desperate expression in them, I suddenly understood that he was trying to help me. And my heart leapt as I realised that he must care after all, even if he didn't love me.

Something flashed in his eyes and in a quick, unexpected motion, he cupped the side of my face with one hand and placed his lips fiercely against mine. "But I do," he growled vehemently, his eyes penetrating mine with such intensity it took my breath away, "I do, Ronnie."

And before I could respond, he let his hand drop and stepped away, taking the goblin with him as he swiftly went back through the door, locking it behind him.

"What the fuck was that about?" Harry asked.

I turned around as Harry, the old man and Loony all looked at me curiously.

"I'm not sure," I muttered, touching my fingertips to my lips where they were still tingling from Draco's kiss, and musing over his words. But I do.

What the fuck does he do?

Having absolutely no idea, I decided to inspect the gift he had given me instead. Unwrapping the cloth from around it, I held it up in the dim light of the cellar.

Huh. It was a shard of broken mirror.

"Great, he's gifted you seven years of bad luck." Harry spat irritably. "I'm surprised he didn't just send down the Grim the way we're fucking going."

I ignored that fucking moody bastard and continued to look in the mirror, wondering why Draco was turning into such a fucking Dumbledore with his vague words and mysterious gifts.

And that was when Dobby appeared.

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