Muggle With Magic

Confusion

De ja vu flushed Draco's body. On the other hand, it was not dark everywhere. In fact, the room was rather bright. (Normal, some would say.)

This time Draco looked at the surroundings, considerably calmer than the last time he awoke tied to a chair after being kidnapped and taken from everything he knew with no idea where he was - really, he should still be panicking.

There wasn't much in the mahogany room: a broken botched bookshelf, a grimy carpet, and -obviously- the chair he was restrained to. On the bookshelf itself were the titles of all mystical fantasy that Draco refused to believe.

Yes, he could do stuff out of the ordinary, too. However, that did not mean he accepted the fact that a man holding a stick can summon multiple objects and produce water from nothing.

'They know my name...' Draco thought to himself, 'They knew my surname.'

But his sudden light-bulb moment exploded with sparks when he heard someone shout "Moony! The pup's here!" There was a lot of talking, and at first Draco thought 'pup' meant an actual puppy. He was sorely, or thankfully, mistaken when the voice of someone younger tripped up the steps. One final, hopeful chance of freedom. "HEEEELLLPPP!" It was a wonder Draco still had it in him to scream: no food, no water since he arrived.

Draco heard feet flying up the stairs then them banging on doors and knocking harshly on wood. Therefore, he shouted even louder. Getting higher and higher the closer the person got. Then, the person pushed open the door like a firefighter kicking it down.

Standing in the doorway, a boy with the brightest eyes Draco had ever seen stood frozen. His hair, so raven dark, had a just-shagged look that Draco found repulsive yet somewhat cute. Scanning the boy, his clothes were too big for his body and was too tatty to be anything but over five years old. Do not get him started on those glasses too round for his eyes and too big for his malnourished face.

"Malfoy!?" Exclaimed the boy. He stepped into the room with his fists clenched and steam emitting from his ears.

Another two figures appeared in the doorway; eyes comically wide. If Draco wasn't in a kidnapping situation, he would have laughed.

In an instant, the boy with enchanting emeralds for eyes spun to the two adults and pointed a sharp, accusing finger. "What is Florian bloody Malfoy doing here?" He sharply demanded.

After waking up the first time and being called Florian whenever spoken to, Draco just wanted to scream at them that he was not Florian; he had no idea who this 'Florian' was and he does not want to find out. He just wants to be let go and sent on his merry way back home - to then call the police on these lunatics.

"Moody took him, Harry." Moony walked closer to 'Harry'. "But something isn't right..."

"I can tell you what's not right: Florian Malfoy in this house!" Harry pointed his wand at Draco who flinched back.

"I-I'm not Florian. Please, you have the wrong person. Please, just let me go. I'll tell no one what's happened if you let me go." He pleaded. Confusion swarmed Harry's face. Tittering his wand, his not-so-strong grip meant Remus could gently push Harry's hand down.

"Look, Harry, maybe we should talk outside."

"But-"

Draco didn't hear the rest: everyone was ushered out the room by Sirius.

0o0

"Can you undo the ropes?" Draco asked the boy sitting on the wall opposite. He messed with the stick in his hands, rolling it through his fingers. After his conversation outside with Moony, it was a few hours before anyone entered the room again.

Carrying a tray of food and a drink, Harry popped it in front of Draco then sat on the other side of the room.

"I can't eat if I can't use my hands." He said. Sighing, Harry brought his knees up.

"Maybe you shouldn't have gotten caught then, Malfoy. You thought about that?"

"Caught doing what? Leaving my-" Draco stopped mid sentence. Almost, almost unintentionally came out. 'Well done Draco.' He thought to himself.

"Leaving?" Suddenly, Harry seemed more interested in conversing. "Leaving where, Malfoy?"

Silence. Purposely, Draco kept his mouth closed.

"Leaving where, Malfoy?" Repeated Harry. Standing straight, Harry puffed his chest out and hardened his eyes. Stick at the ready, he pointed it at Draco's head.

More silence

"You don't think I won't cast a spell on you?"

"Spell me?" Draco made a face, "What, like apple is a double p, l, e?"

"Stupefy!" He shot towards a book: it went flying across the room to the door - it chipped. "Tell me: where. Were. You?"

Tilting his head up, Draco whimpered when Harry drew closer. Menacingly, he aimed the stick at Draco's throat. "Stupe-"

"At my boyfriends!" He shouted, terrified for his life. If whatever Harry did happened to him, maybe he wouldn't have a head. Panting, Draco's voice shook "I was leaving his house."

Pulling back, the blonde watched as the other boy staggered, almost falling. Muttering inconsistently and unintelligibly. Like his hands were claws, he hung to the walls and tumbled to the door. Draco could still here his breathing.

0o0

"Florian?" A female voice knocked on the door. Draco had no idea how long it had been since Harry's departure and he wasn't sure he wanted to find out. However, he knew it was long enough for his stomach to grumble. "I'm coming in." Said the woman.

When she stepped in, the first thing Draco noticed was her almost neon pink hair. It split off at the ends to a lighter shade: Draco kind of loved it. "Hey..." Her hand bent behind her back to close the door. "You probably don't know who I am: Tonks." After introducing herself, she smiled. Like Draco was not being held against his will. "My mother's Andromeda, so that makes us cousins." Draco gave a grunt. "Have you eaten, Ri?"

"I'm not Florian." He sighed. Maybe this time someone will get it.

Tonks hummed. "So you keep saying." She knelt down in front of Draco, pulling the tray with water and cold food closer. Grabbing the cup, Tonks lifted it to Draco's head. "You need to drink." She insisted, so Draco leant forwards and took a sip.

"Then if you're not Florian, who are you?" He didn't reply immediately. Instead, he opened his mouth as Tonks fed him food - Draco had never been in a more degrading situation in all of his life.

"Well, my first name is Nymphadora, but never call me that." Maybe if Draco looked up when there was anger in her voice, he would have seen her red hair.

"I... like women as well as men." She fed him some more, and this time he did look up. "Oh? Is that a bit too progressive for a Malfoy?" He didn't move or talk, just stared. 

"Although I loathe to admit, I'm not the best flyer: crashing into many-a-things in Third year." Draco didn't know what she meant by 'flying' but listened anyway (what else was he supposed to do?)

When finished, Draco didn't realise how hungry he was until he ate. Maybe he could consume an entire Christmas dinner. Gently, Tonks stood up. And Draco thought he was just delirious at this point but her hair seemed tinted blue? Yes, he was going insane.

"Tonks?" He said, looking up to meet her eyes when her hand was on the door knob. "Draco." She smiled, nodding, and left.

Draco regretted speaking.