Draco Malfoy and the Girl Who Hid

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I almost forgot about this story- sorry

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"Bring her in." It was always a wonder how The Dark Lord's voice could sound so soft yet be injected with venom.

Draco levitated her in, leaving her to float in the centre of the room., before falling in line.

"Ah I see she did not come willingly. Well, she is her mother's daughter." Voldemort fondly remembered her. Voldemort circled the room to the centre.

"My Lord," Bellatrix intervened.

"What is it Bella," Voldemort spat. He hated being interrupted.

"The girl... she has some type of shield. None of us can get near her."

"What are you talking about? Then how do you get her here?"

Bellatrix's eyes flickered to Draco.

"Him?" Voldemort pointed his pale finger at Draco and the whole room turned to stare.

"It appears that only Draco is able to get passed the shield she is projecting."

"Well, well, well, it appears you have been useful after all Draco," Voldemort mused out loud. "How interesting." Voldemort glided over to Draco, pulling him out of line and bringing him out into the centre. "Do you know," Voldemort voice echoed around the drawing room at Malfoy Manor. "It's remarkable how well you were able to hide yourself for me. We checked. Back then. When we had to deal with your mother. If you were also going to be a problem but nothing. There seemed to be nothing special about you. Clearly you are much stronger than your mother ever was. You went by undetected even at such a young age. She couldn't do that. Even still, we only knew about you because of Draco. Otherwise, you would have slipped through our fingers again."

"You can kill me now if you want and save yourself some time. I'm not going to do what you want me to do." YN stared right down back at Voldemort, unflinchingly.

"Oh really," he cackled. "If I wanted to kill you I would have done it by now. But no no no. I have much bigger plans for you."

"I won't do anything."

"They all say that at first. Besides, my dear. There are more ways to use you than you think." Voldemort turned to Draco. "Boy, take this over to her." Voldemort press a rolled-up parchment into Draco's hand.

Draco reluctantly, handed it over to Yn, who avoided the yearning that was encapsulated on his face for her to look at him once more.

Yn unravelled the scroll and her eyes widened at the contents.

"Narcissa, you have prepared the room?" Voldemort crooned.

"Yes, my lord," Narissa lowered her head.

"Good, then perhaps dear boy you will show Yn to her room. She has much to think about." He gestured for Draco to escort Yn out.

Draco nodded and began to herd Yn out of the room opening out his arm and hovering it over her back.

"Don't even think about touching me," Yn muttered under her breath, causing Draco to immediately drop him arm and gulp, hoping that no one had heard the interaction.

Yn stormed out into the foyer. She looked up at the ornate banister that sprawled upward towards the looming ceiling. This room felt much smaller now. When she first visited Malfoy Manor as a child, she remembered how expansive it all looked. But she realised now that it was just dark and empty much like the souls of those that lived there.

"It's upstairs," Draco kept turning back all too aware of the eyes that followed them.

"What?" Yn pulled her gaze away from the portraits that hung on the wall.

"Your room. Upstairs now. Quickly," He spat through gritted teeth.

But Yn kept her feet planted firmly to the ground in rebellion.

Draco seized her tightly by her arm and began pulling her up the stairs. "Come on," he grunted.

Yn struggled against him, but his grip on her arm was firm and she couldn't shake him. He continued to drag her along the corridors until he reached a door and threw it open, pushing Yn into the room and closing the door behind them.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He whisper shouted.

Yn was bewildered. "What the fuck is wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with you?" she yelled back.

"Shhhh," Draco paced back to the door trying to listen out.

"Are you fucking serious?" Yn was appalled and continued to yell. "I can't believe I ever even contemplated liking you. I should have told the others when I had the chance."

Draco rushed over, pinning Yn's floundering hands behind her back. "Be quite," his eyes grew darker.

Yn was taken aback buy the aggression in his voice. She struggled against him and was ready to yelp when she heard the voices outside the door.

"She needs to be contained or get rid of her. The boy is too weak to handle her."

"Getting rid of her will achieve nothing. We have to use her. We didn't have it last time but we do this time. We only need to find a way to get her to yield."

"The Dark Lord has already set that in motion."

A series of chuckles emerged before a loud rap on the door.

Draco shoved Yn down in a chair by the window. "Keep your mouth shut if you know what's good for you." He scowled as he turned away and yanked open the door. "What?" He barked.

"We just came to see if you needed any assistance with the prisoner."

Draco scowled. "Why would you like to have a go?" He motioned for the teasing Death eaters to enter.

He saw their toothy smiles fade.

"Oh yes I almost forgot, you'll be as good a burnt bacon if you get to close." And with that he slammed the door in their faces.