In Chains (Drarry)

Draco adjusted himself again, for the twelfth time in five minutes. The sharp pain that shot up his arm made him wince, but he was pretty used to it. He heaved a great sigh, hearing Voldemort shouting to his followers in the next room. The voice made him cringe, he hated it. The words that that voice would say, to him....about him. He wanted to die. He wanted Voldemort to die. He heard footsteps in the hall and hoped that it was not Voldemort again, wanting to relieve his frustration upon the "Slytherin Prince". But, it was not Voldemort that appeared in the doorway, but Harry Potter. "Potter?" Draco questioned, trying to sound annoyed.