Boy - (A 'Blaire Zabini' sequel) || Draco Malfoy

46 - Three

The gun shook in my hands as I stood with my back pressed flat against the wall, listening to Draco demand our son back just inside the room next to me.

My heart was beating wildly as adrenaline coursed through my veins, waiting for my cue.

Jack was so close and all I wanted to do was to race in and scoop him into my arms. But it was too dangerous, and we needed to do this properly.

I held my breath. You could cut the tension with a knife.

But rather than the sounds of blasts which I was expecting to hear by now, they began to have a chat.

"Draco, Draco," Voldemort said, his voice so soft that it sent tremors along my spine. "It's good to see you again. Rumour reached me that you had gone into hiding. I do hope it wasn't something I said."

"Hand him over." Draco ordered, and I was dismayed to hear the giveaway quiver in his voice. He was terrified.

A cold laugh.

"You do know what wand I hold right now in my hand, don't you, Draco?"

Silence.

"It's unbeatable, Draco. You would be a fool to try and kill me."

"It's a myth." The uncertainty in his voice was rife.

"Do you want to take that chance? With your son, right here, in the firing line?"

The silence that followed pressed down on my ears. It was so quiet that I could hear the shallow, uneven breaths emitting from the occupants through the doorway next to me.

I inhaled a deep breath which was cut short by a cold, hard hand clamping firmly over my mouth. A wand tip dug painfully into the side of my neck. My eyes shot up wildly and I found myself staring up into a smirking face. My blood went cold.

Cedric.

*****

The first thing Jack realised, as he stirred on the cold hard ground, was that he was wet.

He wanted his mummy so badly. Mummy always knew how to make him feel better, never once making him feel bad for being such a baby.

But, as he opened his eyes, all he saw was Daddy. He was pointing a wand and he looked really really angry.

"Jack!" He hissed, his cold, furious eyes darting down at him. "Come here, come here now!"

But Jack was frozen in fear. He didn't understand why his daddy was acting this way. Was he in trouble for running away?

A whimper by his ear. Orion. Jack circled his arms around his neck pulling him close, feeling his soft furry body against him.

"Jack!" His daddy hissed again.

Jack started to cry, he couldn't help it. Great big fat tears rolled down his cheeks. Where was Mummy? And why was he lying on the floor? He had never felt so frightened in his life. He clung his arms a fraction tighter around Orion.

An unfamiliar laugh sounded behind him. It made Jack shiver inside. It wasn't a nice laugh, but cold and cruel.

"He truly is a Malfoy this one." The voice was soft and dangerous. It made Jack's skin crawl. He closed his eyes, pressing his face into Orion's panting body, not wanting to look at that man again.

But then there was yet another voice, a new voice that he had not heard before.

"Drop your wand, Malfoy, or your little side hoe gets it."