handcuffs {draco malfoy}

two: rescued

RESCUED

"Miss Brown," A voice echoed into her consciousness, "Miss Brown, please wake up."

Esmeralda's eyes flickered open quickly, and she jolted up, reflexively already raising her wand in defence.

"Miss Brown, it's just me. I'm sorry to have startled you." Minerva McGonagall said reassuringly, peering in through the red curtains surrounding her bed, "I need to speak with you."

Esmeralda's body relaxed and she lowered her wand, "Professor McGonagall, couldn't it have waited until morning?" She rubbed her eyes, upset to have been woken from the most peaceful sleep she'd had in weeks.

"I'm afraid the matter is urgent, and must occur at a time when it will not be witnessed by unwanted eyes." McGonagall explained, "Now if you wouldn't mind coming to my office..."

"What's going on? Is it something to do with the Order?" Esmeralda began to worry, bad news seemed to be all that came lately.

"Yes it is to do with the Order, but I'll have to explain when we get there. We must go now." She said in her usual commanding voice that made no student dare to disobey.

Esmeralda draped a set of black robes over her singlet and shorts she'd been sleeping in, and followed McGonagall out from the dorms and the common room, all the way to the door to her office.

"Now Miss Brown you mustn't overreact, I will explain everything in due time but you both must cooperate." She explained, and a crashing sound came from inside the room before them.

"I can fucking hear you out there McGonagall, get me the fuck out of here or I swear to fucking Merlin I will..." A masculine voice sounded through the door, paired with a louder bang against stone floor.

McGonagall sighed, tracing her wand over the lock of the wooden door and pushing it open to reveal her office.

Esmeralda's breath caught in her throat when she saw the sight before her.

A chair was tipped over on its side, a figure dressed in dark clothing strapped to it with magical ropes that bound him in place. As Esmeralda looked closer, she recognised the head of silver blonde hair to belong to Draco Malfoy.

His head turned sharply to look at the two witches entering, a snarl on his face appearing intimidating even in his compromised position.

"What the fuck is going on?" Draco sneered, eyeing Esmeralda hatefully.

McGonagall used her wand to stand his chair back up and restore the clock that has been smashed onto the ground somehow. She conjured up a second seat a metre beside the Slytherin boy, and gestured for Esmeralda to sit before walking to behind her desk.

Esmeralda's mouth felt dry with shock, her mind reeling and she found herself lost for words or questions.

"What is he doing here?" She finally managed distastefully, not daring to look in his direction.

McGonagall took a deep breath, "Mr Malfoy has been... rescued-"

"I think you mean kidnapped, crazy bitch." Draco snapped, glaring daggers at his school professor.

McGonagall ignored him and continued, "-has been rescued from his own path to self destruction as a Death Eater. The Order sees that his soul can still be saved, unlike many others in the organisation that will simply need to be exterminated."

Draco huffed loudly.

Again the professor ignored him, "He is also, in a sense, a prisoner of war. Therefore we must keep a close eye on him."