Bound

Chapter 23

A/N:- Early update! Also, a cringe warning for everything Pierre says. Happy reading!

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After leaving Hermione in the hospital wing to get tended by Madam Pomfrey, Draco changed his route and decided to take Pierre Alvaro to professor McGonagall.

Draco didn't waste anytime when he entered the classroom. One second Pierre was raging on and on and the next he was unconscious. Draco didn't make a move to touch him, he simply levitated the fraud to float behind him.

Draco was lucky that professor McGonagall was just leaving her office when he arrived at the Gargoyle statue.

The second the headmistress saw what she knew to be professor Alvaro floating behind Draco, her eyes widened and she turned to glare at Draco.

"Mr. Malfoy! What's the meaning of this?!" The headmistress exclaimed.

Draco sighed before speaking. "This is going to be a long explanation."

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After telling professor McGonagall about Pierre Alvaro, she left to talk with the other professors and call in the Aurors. Draco was left behind to watch over an unconscious and tied up Pierre.

Draco stood with his back leaned against the wall, his legs crossed at the ankles and his arms crossed over his chest. He was glaring daggers at the fraud, his blood was boiling and all he wanted to do was go check up on Hermione.

Pierre's eyes started to stir, and in a second, Draco was standing in front of the chair that he was tied on.

Draco's eyes narrowed and he clenched his fists tightly enough to draw blood.

Pierre's eyes opened, and when his eyes fell on Draco, he huffed.

"They left a stupid child to watch over me," he murmured mostly to himself.

"A stupid child that was able to bring you to your knees." Draco's eyes twitched as he narrowed them on Pierre, and he wanted nothing more than to beat the living shit out of him.

Pierre huffed before leaning back into the chair. "What are you going to do to me?"

Draco smirked and tilted his head to the side. "I am not going to do anything, the dementors on the other hand..."

Pierre narrowed his eyes and he shook his chair, trying to free himself.

Draco merely lifted an eyebrow before walking backwards and leaning against the wall again. "They are charmed, you know?"

Pierre narrowed his eyes at the ropes tying him before facing Draco again. "I am not stupid. I know."

"Right," Draco rolled his eyes.

The both of them stayed silent for a while, Pierre trying to find a way to escape and Draco merely saving his voice for someone who deserves to hear it.

Someone like Hermione.

Draco swallowed and remembered the way her whole body shook as he carried her to the hospital wing. The way she kept telling him that it was fine and that she was fine and that everything was going to be fine. He remembered the way her fingers twitched, curtesy of the cruciatus curse.