Death's Dance

Chapter 2: Memories

Merlin, my head is pounding.. What happened? And why is it so dark? I feel pressure on my wrists, probably from them being tied together behind my back, same with my ankles and torso. Holy shit that's right, that idiot kidnapped me in Myrtle's lavatory. Where did he and his minions take me? I don't have my wand to protect me and there's this stupid blindfold over my eyes so I can't see anything to know where I am.. This is just perfect. Draco better keep me tied up because he's dead if I get free from these.. These.. Dammit, are these zip ties? These are basically impossible to break through! Gotta give it to him though, at least he thought SOME things through, but that's a rarity in itself. Better live it up now Draco.

I try to pick up any smells or sounds around me that could be any hint as to where that ferret brought me. I really hope it's not the Malfoy Manor, I have way too many bad memories of that dreadful place. Memories of Lucius Malfoy yelling and cursing me for even just "speaking out of turn" come flooding back in my mind. Shivers run down my spine, my body remembering the amount of times I went home with tears in my eyes due to how much pain I had been in, only to be yelled at by my own parents for showing weakness. Mr. Malfoy loved using the Cruciatous curse on me since it wouldn't leave marks and he knew I would never tell anyone about what happens. I never really understood why he hated me so much, other than my parents being besties with the Dark Lord. I guess that's enough reason for him. My parents, if you could even call them that, didn't care for me much either. For whatever reason, they would send me off to the Manor during any breaks during school, and completely ignore me when I came home for the Summer. I might as well have been an orphan.  It had been like that since I turned 6 years old. Maybe even younger, but I can't exactly remember much from before then.

I sit still in the wooden chair that seems to be placed in a wide space, pretending not to be conscious just in case I need to hear anything important. The air is humid and warm, and it smells like rotten meat, a dirty toilet and maybe some cheap perfume.. That better not be a mf dead body Malfoy I swear. Suddenly I sense eyes on me. A lot of eyes; at least 6 pairs. I have a knack for these kinds of things, it's my sixth sense. I am deathly quiet, holding my breath in hopes of hearing my captors movements. I don't hear anything for a good 30 seconds, and I'm about to dismiss the idea when I hear a quiet but noticeable breath being released, most likely caused from being hit lightly, as I heard the lightest punching sound just seconds before. I curse under my breath and tilt my head back, letting out a small laugh, smirking.

"Nice touch with the zipties guys, you sure know how to woo a girl don't chya?" I chuckle again, more as a facade to cover up my nervousness than anything else. In all honesty I was scared, scared of why Malfoy kidnapped me, why I was tied up, why people were staring at me.. God I hope I'm not naked.

"Shut up Ru. I told you we should've gagged her, Father." That's definitely Draco. Wait, did he say father? Shit shit shit shit shit shit. This was the worst possible scenario out of all the scenarios I've ever thought of.

Okay Ru, don't let this get to you, it's been over 5 years since you've seen this guy. Maybe he's changed his ways? Dammit, listen to yourself Ruri, he's a bloody Death Eater, and a Malfoy at that. There's no way Mr. Malfoy would change, especially not with me. Even though I have my concerns, I try to play it off as though I don't care.

"Have you ever thought of giving your ferret a wheel Mr. Malfoy? Maybe that way he would be entertained by running in circles rather than obsess over me. I mean honestly it- GAHHHHHHHHHHH" Extreme pain rushes through my whole body, starting at my stomach and branching out to my limbs. It feels as though someone is trying to rip me apart from the inside. It's not a pleasant feeling, but a feeling I am very familiar with. That Hannah Montana wannabe used the Cruciatous curse on me again. I didn't miss this sensation.

"One more word without permission and you'll be snake food. I suggest you keep your ugly mouth shut." I can barely hear what is being said over the feeling of agony. I grit my teeth shut and clench my fists, surely drawing blood from the palms of my hands. I did hear the ugly mouth part though. That was uncalled for.

"Father.." I hear Draco say almost as a whisper. What was he trying to do? Make the pain worse? Just as it had started to stop too, dammit. A few moments pass in anguish, only the sound of my panting and occasional groans floating in the humid air of the unknown space. I sense a wand go up, and I immediately try to hide within my own body, hunching my shoulders and squinting my eyes, even though they are already covered.

I then hear footsteps come closer to my chair and walk around to the front of my shaking body. I feel the strip of fabric come loose and pulled away from my face. I was expecting a bright light to flood my vision, but instead I was met with a dim lamp a few feet in front of me, just behind the person that granted me sight once again. Draco. Boy would I like to slap his pretty face back into our first year. At least that's what I was thinking until I looked into his eyes. Dark, full of sorrow, regret, and worry. I softened my face just for a moment, only to let him see that I understand.

Even though I say I hate his guts, I really just hate his father. When we were younger and I would be tortured by Mr. Malfoy, he would attempt to console me. At first I was mad that he didn't try to stop him from doing such things, but I realized very soon that he was in a much worse position than I was. The truth is, I used to consider Draco as my best friend before my parents-

"Untie her Draco, darling." A woman's voice interrupts my thoughts as she calls out to the boy in front of me. It sounded like Narcissa, thank heavens. She always took care of me and was more a mother figure than my own. She used to prepare large meals when I came to the Manor because she knew I didn't know how to fully take care of myself yet since I was so young. I still have the scarf she gave me during a particularly harsh winter in my Hogwarts trunk.

Draco unties my legs first, then stands to the side of me to untie my torso. He squats at an angle, facing away from the group of people I assume are a part of the Death Eaters Organization. As he starts to take off the zipties he leans in close to my ear and whispers what I think is a base to an escape plan.

"Door in the far right corner. Run. Meet you at our spot."