Caged ; Draco Malfoy

Chapter 2

IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER AT THE BOTTOM. PLEASE READ AT THE END OF THIS CHAPTER!!!

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"How could you? We trusted you, Robyn. How dare you show your face t-"

"Stop"

"You call yourself a frie-

"Stop it"

"you coward look at m-"

"I SAID STOP"

silence... too long of a silence, somethings wrong. The smell of iron loomed in the air, she turned around an-

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Her eyes shot open, she attempted to move her limbs but she couldn't. She heard murmured voices, she managed to pick up the words "task", "mission" and "cursed". Before Robyn can conjure up a conclusion based on the words she heard a voice speak to her. "Our princess is up", she recognized that voice but it can't be. It can't be who she thinks it is, right?

Almost as if the person read her mind, Pansy Parkinson stepped into her view, Robyn sucked in a deep breath. "now now, don't be frightened mudblood", Parkinson moved her hand to tuck a hair behind Robyn's ear. She gathered all her strength and fought the spell that paralyzed her, she could feel her magic struggle in her veins.

"That won't work"

She tried moving her fingertips to throw something at Pansy's head.

"That won't either"

She focused her mind on exploding the place or at least injure the girl standing before her

"Oh cmon mudblood, try harder or just don't bother"

She gave up, she explored whatever was in her eyesight but all she can pick up on were empty shelves and a cream ceiling, where was she? Suddenly she felt the surface beneath her fold to put her in a seating position. She found cold brown eyes staring into hers, she felt a pressure shoot into her brain. She slammed her walls, Robyn felt possessive over her mind. it was the only thing that couldn't be taken away from her, that made her feel in control. she liked feeling in control, "what is so valuable in there that no one can be near?" Pansy answered and stood raising an eyebrow at her. Oh, was she supposed to just answer her?

As if on cue, the door behind her slammed open and a voice crashed into the room.

"is she up?"

"oh she's up"

Blaise Zabini, in the flesh, stood in front of her. "Certainly took her long enough", she shot an eyebrow up, couldn't they just "rennervate" her? Blaise moved his eyes to hers but not before his eyes scanned her body, she felt so uncomfortable under his gaze. "I've been dying to meet the girl who burnt a building down with her scream again, how are you doing Astor?" What in the world are Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini doing in front of her right now.

"She doesn't talk Blaise"

she watched as his eyebrows arched, "think her voice is too precious for us?".

And she laughed as if that was the funniest thing she's ever heard, five minutes have passed and her side was killing her, she giggled a bit more and then looked up to find two confused faces staring at her, "Glad to know I can at least make you laugh Astor, if not talk". The two bodies in front of her moved to a corner and cast a muffliato before their lips started moving, she took in her surroundings now that she was sat up.

Cream-colored walls that match the ceiling, a fireplace with two light pink armchairs. What caught her eye was the wall that was covered in a huge bookcase, filled with all types of books. Before she can move from the bookcase she heard another voice, but it didn't sound like Blaise's or Pansy's. She knew this voice, she spent 13 years next to this voice, she laughed and talked about all sort of stuff with this voice. "well smack my arse and call me Micheal Jackson, Robyn".