The Blood Traitor

Puking Pastels

You stood in the nasty pink office waiting for Umbridge, Harry and Hermione to return.

Crabbe's wand was digging into you side, you were desperately trying think of a way to escape. You struggled a bit in Vincent's grasp trying to get loose. "Let go of me you fat oaf" you growled.
"Not a chance blood traitor" he sneered.

You looked across the room to Ron. Noticing a bulge in his right jean pocket. You caught his eye. "Choclates" you mouthed.

The ginger's eyes widened. "Er, Goyle I'm a bit hungry. I've just got some chocolate here in my pocket if you could get it out for me." he said quickly.

Malfoy smirked. "You really think this is a time for sweets weaslebee, grab that box Goyle"

The oaf obeyed. He opened it and crammed at least three puking pastels into his gaping maw. Crabbe released his grip on your right shoulder to take a handful as well.

You glanced at Neville who was trying desperately not to laugh. Ron lazily spoke up " no, stop" he said sarcastically.

By now every member of the inquisitorial squad had eaten at least one.

For a moment the group in power seemed giddy, then Goyle's face fell. He folded over and vomited his guts out. One by one, as if a flip had switched, they all fell to the ground groaning. "I'll get you for this weaselbee." Malfoy said weakly clutching his stomach.

You kicked Crabbe in the stomach for good measure and started running with the group.

"I think they must've gone into the forest" Ron panted as we ran through the dark halls. "What on earth for" Ginny piped up.

Ron stopped for a moment to catch his breath and explain. "Well they have got a sort of weapon out there"

You wrinkled you eyebrows "what is it".

He looked at you "well er, it's less of a weapon and more of a- well you could technically call him a soldier if you wanted."

You were going to inquire more but you heard footsteps approaching. Your group started sprinting away. "That must be Malfoy, he didn't eat as many as the rest." You said, out of breath.

You were making good pace but just as you were about to round the last corner you heard Malfoy shout "patrificus totalis" you felt you body tense up. Before you hit the ground you managed to squeak out "go on withou-" thunk. They got the idea and all gave you sympathetic looks before continuing on. Ron had to drag Neville the first few steps away from you though.

Malfoy ran up and stood over you. Pointing a wand at your back. "Well well well. At least I've caught the pretty blood traitor." He taunted.

In your head you were screaming. You wanted to punch the living daylight out of his entitled ass. You tried desperately to move but nothing happened.

"You are going to be such a big help to the inquisitorial squad."
He spoke to you as if you were a a child being punished. You tried to shake you head but it only resulted in your eyes darkening.

The tall boy noticed your slight change in expression and crouched next to your side, lazily draping his hands across his knees. "Oh. Don't like the thought of that much, now do you." He grinned darkly.

You felt him unfreeze you, and tried to get up, but he knocked you out with another spell before you could do anything.

When you woke up you were tied down to a chair back in Umbridge's office. You looked around.

There was only two people left in the room. Malfoy, and Zambini.

You chuckled "aw, are all the rest of your little friends indisposed"

"Shut it traitor." Malfoy sneered.
You rolled your eyes. "Don't tell me what to do you spoiled half-wit"

You glanced at Blaise who was almost trying to contain laughter. You smirked knowing your remark probably cut deeper than Malfoy would care to admit.

The Blondie walked up and slapped you across the jaw.

"Shut it!" He hissed. "You will not talk to you superiors in that manner."

You looked down pretending to be insulted. "Well then it's a good thing I'm talking to a pathetic little ferret and not my superior." You spat.

Zambini let out a tiny, barely detectable snort. "GET OUT BLAISE!" Draco ordered.
You watched the other boy walk out as he made amused side-eye contact with you.
You smirked and let out a huff of laughter.

"Amused are we" Malfoy said.
"Well you won't be when professor Umbridge returns."

You leaned your head back and looked at the pink ceiling lazily. "Ooooh Malfoy I Don't think she'll be returning to Hogwarts." You said wistfully.

"What's that supposed to mean y/l/n" he snapped.

"Just that after Harry and Hermione are done with her,  she'll be to scared to come back"

you cracked a small innocent smile, still looking at the ceiling.

He stood up and grabbed your face aggressively. You were forced to look into his cold, grey eyes.

"Well when the minister gets here-"
He was cut off by your laughter. "The minister!?" You mused in utter hilarity. You kept laughing. "You really think the minister is going to come to Hogwarts just because of a little 'student rebellion'?"

You dropped your head and tried to catch you breath. The ignorance of this boy was to much. You felt tears build up in you eyes as you tried to contain a river of unladylike chortles.

"It's not funny y/l/n" he said defensively.

"No you're right, its hilarious"

He slapped you again causing your face to fall. He stared at you angrily. "I wonder." He said walking over to the flew powder by the fireplace. "What will your wonderful, respectful parents think, when I tell them what their naughty daughters' been up to."

He dropped a generous handful into the fireplace. "Y/l/n Manner." He said clearly. Just as he was about to plop his head in, you shouted. "Stop! Draco. Please!" You felt tears welling up in your eyes again, but out of shame this time.

Malfoy turned back around. " I'll talk" you said quietly.

The slytherin stalked over to you. "Where. Have. They. Gone." He said sternly. " Ron- Ron said that Harry and Hermione probably went to the forest." You blurted. The tears were falling now. "Thats it?" Malfoy asked, surprised. "That can't be it" he walked back over to the fireplace.

"And Harry's been talking about a d-." You stopped yourself, not wanting to completely betray your friends. "oh spit it out y/l/n." He rolled his eyes. He almost looked as though he was getting bored. he took the pot of flew powder up again and held it threateningly over the open flame. You strained against the ropes. Your parents couldn't find out about this. "About a dream." You lowered your eyes, ashamed.

"he's been seeing- a door." You continued through tears.

"In the ministry."

Malfoy stood in front of you and rested his hands on his knees to get down to eye level with you. "You and your filthy little friends deserve everything that's coming your way."

At that moment professor Snape walked in and Malfoy straightened. "Professor, I was just having a little chat with the traitor. She's just told me the others have gone to the ministry." He said proudly.

"Give it a rest, Mr Malfoy." Snape said slowly. "I've taken care of Potter and the rest" he glanced in you direction. "Go to your dormitory, Draco. You don't want to get caught by Mr Filch in the hallway at this hour."

Malfoy turned away and walked out the door reluctantly.

"Ms. Y/l/n. You will be happy to know that I've informed the order of Potters little quest to the ministry." Severus said monotonously.

Your eyes widened. "You mean-"
"To bed y/n" he cut you off coldly. Waving his wand he released you from your bonds.