A Dark Place

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Y/N's POV

A bright light shone in my face.
I woke up as it lit the darkness around me. I see angry grey eyes staring into my soul, replacing all my good memories with bad.
"Who are you?" I questioned Draco. Even though I very well knew who he was. "Oh I think you know me very well, Evanora!" He spat. "For the last time! I don't know who that woman is! You're crazy, you know that?" I hissed at him.
"I'll get you back, for all the pain you caused me. I was never the same because of you."
I wanted to cry so badly, but I couldn't show the blonde my weakness.
She had the same Y/H/C, Y/H/T, Y/E/C, and your clear Y/S/C as Evanora Draco thought. Draco recognizes her from Hogwarts before... Why hadn't he seen it, why hadn't it clicked in his mind that Evanora was in the same school as him, out to get him.
"Let. Me. Go." I said firmly. "Never. I'll never let you go. Not until you pay the price you filthy... little... Mudblood." Draco snapped. I tried to reach out my hands to strangle the blonde, but my hands were tightly handcuffed to the rusted metal chair is was placed in.
"Pathetic" he mumbled. "Don't even try." He continued. The blonde stared me in the eyes aggressively with no face expression. "Rule number one, you will not move from the chair." I looked at him with attitude as he continued. "Rule number two, you will not make it obvious you're here. Rule number three, you are not to look at me, talk to me, or interfere with my life at Hogwarts. And rule number four, you won't tell anyone that you're here or that I snatched you. Do I make myself clear?" He said.
"Crystal" I replied trying to sound fearless.
He gets up from his squatting position and pretends to walk away. The last thing I remembered of that day was his fist intertwining with my jaw as I drifted off.

"Get up you cunt." A raspy tired voice said. "Me?" I questioned as I was still sitting in the rusty chair. "No the troll next to you." The blonde scoffed. I looked at the ground in embarrassment.
"Can I have something to eat...?" I asked quietly. Draco slowly turned his head in my direction. "Can you have something to eat?" He scoffed again.  "Can I? Please I haven't eaten in hours!" I complained. "Do you expect me to give you food, after what you did?" He said shyly. "I didn't do anything though!" I screamed. Malfoy ran over to me and covered my mouth with his both hands.
I bit his boney thumb as hard as I could. He yelped in pain as he removed his hand from my lips. He shook his hand in the hair as he tried his hardest not to harm me again. "Baby." I chuckled. "Oh shut up!" He snarled. "Darling?" A kind voice called from downstairs. "Are you alright up there? I heard yelling." She continued. "Yes mum I'm fine." Draco said giving me a death glare.
The blonde walked over to the corner of the room and took off his Pyjama shirt.
I pretended not to watch him as he checked out his deep cuts and scares tracing his Ab lines in his big gold mirror leaning against the wall. He replaced his pyjama shirt it with a silk dark green button up. He saw my reflection in the mirror watching him. I quickly glanced away, my face bright pink. I felt like Malfoy was pretending to be tough around me, but in reality I bet he was as soft as a teddy bear. He took off he green plaid pants and replaced them with black skinny jeans. I didn't even dare to watch this time. He walked out the bedroom door. He came back a second later. "Stay put. When I'm back we'll start..." he said suspiciously. What's that supposed to mean I thought to myself. I could feel my cute button nose tingling as a glaze of tears filled my eyes. When I heard the door slam shut, I bursted into tears. I was crying so hard I couldn't even breathe. My tears bursted forth like water from a damp, spilling down my face. I feel the muscles of my chin tremble like a small child and I look towards the blinded window, as if the rays of light could soothe me.
There is a static in my head once more, the side effect of this constant fear, constant stress I now live in. I hear my own sounds like a distressed child, raw from the inside. It takes something out of me I didn't know I had left to give. That's the way it is when people are hard. It's like a theft of the spirit, an injury no one else can see. 

I closed my eyes to listen to the voices downstairs. "Do you hear that?" Draco's mum, Narcissa said from downstairs. "Hmm?" A familiar man's voice replied. "I hear faint mumbling coming from Draco's room..." Narcissa said. The man didn't reply. I heard the sound of heels walking up the marble staircase. I gasped as I tried to move the chair over inside Draco's closet to hide. I managed to move the chair about one centimetre before Narcissa, Draco's mom entered the room. "Merlin's beard." Narcissa said in shock. "Please help me!" I begged as my eyes started to water again. "How do I know you're not handcuffed to the chair for a reason" she questioned. "A-are you D-Draco's mother?" I stuttered. "Maybe." She said coldly. "Please let me go! He thinks I'm someone I'm not! I didn't do anything! I swear! Please..." I begged once more. I started to shed tears again. Narcissa believed me, she felt bad for me. "I believe you, dear... did you eat? Do you want some food?" She said cautiously. "That would be lovely, thank you" I said kindly. She unlocked my cuffs and led me downstairs to the dinning table.
The Malfoy mansion was very dark with an unsettling vibe to it. There were no bright colours in the house, only green, black, grey, purple, silver, and gold.
"Kreature! Prepare our guest some breakfast." She nagged.
"Yes, ma'am." The old groggy troll miserably said. "Kreature will make you good breakfast" he grunted.
I gave him a confused look. I turned behind me to give Narcissa a think you, but she was gone. Oh well. When I turned my head back where it was before, a whole meal was placed in front of me. I gazed at it in awe. I've never had this much food for just me before...
I took a seat at the furthest seat away from me at the end on the dinning table.
I sat down and dug in to the delicious food that waited for me.
When I was done I layed on the chair rubbing my stuffed stomach. I figured this will be the only time I'll eat this week so why not? "Are you done with you food?" Kreature said as he walked in the dinning room. "Yes, and thank you so very much." I said with gratitude. "Yeah yeah..." Kreature replied as he walked away with the dirty dishes.
I didn't know what I was supposed to do now. Was I supposed to go back upstairs, stay here, go find Narcissa?
Before I could decide I heard a faint door open then a slam coming from a few rooms away from me. "Kreature!" A nagging high pitched voice called. "Shit... Draco's home" I said under my breath. "Prepare me brunch!" he called out again.
I saw Kreature sprint out of the kitchen to find Draco. "Master, we have ran out of food." Kreacher said. "What do you mean? We had you go shopping yesterday!" Draco tolled his eyes. "Yes, master. But but w-we have guests this morning..." he replied. "I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead." I kept repeating to myself as I tried to escape the dinning room.
"Yes we do master Malfoy. A girl your age." Kreature said. "Draco gave Kreature a disgusted look. "Where's the girl now?" He spat. "In the dinning room sir."

Draco's POV

How could she have escaped? She's gonna get it. I marched down the hall to the dinning room. I see a pulled out chair at the far end and some left over bacon. I looked at where she sat in disgust. The girl wasn't there. I heard footsteps coming from upstairs which I followed. I quietly walk up the stairs. I walk in my room to find her trying to put the taken off handcuffs back on her tiny wrist. I crossed my arms and leant on the side of the doorframe.
"Well well well..." I said. She gasped and turns her head to look at me. "Have a good breakfast?" I smirked. "No... I didn't have breakfast" she said. Obviously lying. "Follow me." I said starting to head down the stairs. She stood at the door scared and confused. I turned around waiting for her to follow. "We're going somewhere... private..." I whispered.

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