Soulmates [HIATUS]

Who are You?

Draco was still curled up to Harry when someone came and grabbed him in his sleep, shoving a gag in his mouth and dragging him from Harry.

Harry woke up. "Draco..?" He called.

Draco flailed, trying to get a hit on whoever was taking him.

The person continued to drag Draco away, making sure the gag stayed in place.

Draco tugged hard, trying to get away. It was too dark for him to see who it was.

"You better follow or I'll make your position more painful than it already is." The voice spat, throwing Draco into a wall.

Draco let out a muffled 'oof' as his back hit the wall. He glared into the darkness.

The hood still completely covered his face. "Come with me." The person still hissed.

Draco breathed heavily through his nose, and reluctantly followed.

The person led him to the Room of Requirement, shoving him in.

Draco fell onto all fours before looking up, seeing what was in the room.

There were simply a pair of handcuffs attached to the wall and a few knives on a tiny table.

Draco gulped. He stood up, looking up at the person.

It was an extremely familiar face, them laughing when they saw the shock on Draco's face.

Draco stepped back, and tugged on the gag.

With a wave of his hand, the gag flew out of Draco's mouth. "Shocked?"

Draco glared. "I didn't think you'd stoop to this low, Weasel. Kidnapping me?" He scoffed.

Ron shrugged. "I might be a Weasel, I might not be." He muttered.

"Imagine how angry Harry will be." Draco spat.

"Oh, I totally think he'll be so furious." Ron growled, pushing Draco into the wall and chaining him there.

Draco pulled on the chains, anger burning in his eyes. "We're Soulmates, dumbass!"

Ron shrugged. "Oh well." He spat, moving away from Draco, leaving him thrashing in the bonds.

Draco tugged hard. "Let me go, Weasley!" He yelled.

"How do you know I'm actually Weasley?" Ron spat, or at least whoever looked like him right now.

"What? I... Polyjuice Potion, of course." He said. "Who are you really?"

"Why would I tell you?" The Ron impersonator snapped.

"So I know what you want." Draco snapped, ever sarcastic.

"Well, I want you and Harry to suffer, which you will if you're apart." The mystery person snapped.

"Wonderful." Draco rolled his eyes. "Who are you?"

"Not saying, sweetie." The person purred, going over to the table of knives.

"Oh, what, you're going to torture me now?" Draco laughed.

"You're laughing?" The fake Ron spat.

"Yes, I'm laughing." Draco spat back.

"Well, you shouldn't be." They spat. "If you want a chance to live at least."

"Ah, yes, you're going to kill me." Draco laughed. "I served under Voldemort for years, and I was raised by Lucius Malfoy. And my father was the fucking worst." He scoffed.