What I Deserve

When Secrets Unfold

Narrator's POV

Draco awoke with a splitting headache. He placed his hand on his head where the pain was emitting from. He opened his eyes wide enough to examine his surroundings. The room was dark, but light enough to see all four walls. The walls seemed to be made of bricks, and no doors. There was nothing in the room, except two distinct figures across from Draco against the opposite wall.

Draco stood up, his hand still on his head. He slowly walked forward and searched his pockets for his wand, but it wasn't there. "Damn it!" He finally made it close enough to see the two figures.

"Potter!" He jogged to him, but stopped because his headache only got worse. "God, Potter, get up!"

He bent down and shoved Potter's shoulder. "This is the boy everyone put their faith in for a decade and a half?" Draco rolled his eyes. "Weasel!" Ron didn't budge.

Draco stood up. He examined the walls. If we can get in, we can get out. Draco began observing the walls, looking for any detail out of place.

He looked at every corner, every nook and cranny, but couldn't find anything. Then, he looked up. In all four corners, there was a tiny little web at one corner, Ron's corner.

"I hate spiders," He said and shrugged off the little web.

He turned his back on it, and continued observing the opposite wall.

"Forgot already?"

Draco spun around, only to fall back from his headache. "Ugh!"

He looked up and saw her. "My animagus; spiders."

"Astoria," Draco muttered.

"Present!" she said proudly, poking her wand up in the air.

"You're the one working with Cormac?"

Astora laughed. "Did you think you could get away?" Astoria knelt down to Draco's level. "You're mine."

Draco scoffed. "I'd rather die than marry you."

Astoria stood up and shrugged. "Unfortunately, you have no choice." Astoria turned around towards Harry and Ron. "Pathetic!" she giggled. "Who should I hurt first?"

Draco struggled to get up. "Hurt them and I'll kill you," he grunted.

Astoria faced Draco. "Protective, aren't we?" Astoria walked over to Draco. "Who'd ever thought Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin Prince, would come to protect the mighty Gryffindors'?"

Draco sighed. "That doesn't matter."

"No, but your little bitch does," Astoria insulted.

He doesn't know how, but Draco suddenly had all the strength he needed to stand up and knock her over.

"Call her that again!" Draco yelled. He was on top of and pinned her on the ground with his elbow on her neck. "I dare you," he threatened. "You do NOT want to see what I will do."

Astoria laughed. "Oh, I'm not afraid of you," she chuckled. "You want to know why?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "Why?"

Astoria swiftly pushed Draco off. "Because even if you kill me, you'll never see your little mudblood again."

"What do you mean?" Draco asked. "What did you do to her!??"

"Oh nothing," Astoria assured. "I didn't touch a single hair on her body." Astoria smirked. "You see, while you were knocked out for hours, I figured out how to hurt both of you the most." Astoria walked around with her wand, tapping the palm of her hand with it. "I wanted both of you to suffer, and I didn't have anything on Hermione....." she turned to face Draco, ".....oh, but I had so much dirt on you." She approached Draco, keeping a couple feet between, and knelt down. "I told her the truth," she said. "How do you think she'll react after finding out the real reason why you seeked her out?"