Draco Malfoy (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} dragon_star) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} collision_rp,@ 2013-04-26 08:50:00 |
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| Entry tags: | !april, draco malfoy, fleur weasley |
WHO: Draco and Fleur
WHAT: A disturbing discovery
WHERE: Malfoy Manor
WHEN: Friday
RATING: TBA
STATUS: Complete
He hadn't realised how many books he had aquired over the years. He supposed most people would be surprised that he was such an avid reader, but he did have a lot of spare time, especially since leaving Hogwarts and it wasn't like he had any siblings he could have spent time with when he was younger.
He'd already packed most of his clothes, but it was hard to find a good time to collect the rest, because he didn't want to be around the manor when he was there, nor when his aunt was about, which was a lot. He had snuck into the house a few hours earlier, and had spent all of it locked in his bedroom, packing the last of his things, including his old Nimbus 2001. Of course, he had a Firebolt now; only the best and fastest for a Malfoy, but he was a bit sentimentally attached to the old thing.
Right, he needed another trunk, because he had squeezed just about as much as he could into his. There were plenty in the dungeons, though, so he just needed to go down there and get one. He moved as stealthily as he could, not wishing to get anyone's attention and soon enough was in the dark and dank cellars of the house. He started to open the dungeons doors, looking for room that held the luggage. One thing his mother was good at was making sure that even their storage was well organised.
The last thing he expected to see when he opened the fourth one along was a woman. He blinked, shut the door and stared at it. Why was there a woman in the dungeons? Was Malfoy Manor being used by the Death Eaters as a prison now? He frowned and opened the door again, glancing around before entering to get a closer look.
He knew this woman. Had seen her no so long ago, actually, when he was fact-finding for Yaxley at Gringotts. Was it his fault she was here? This was not good. He had no love for the Weasleys, but he didn't really like the messiness of being a Death Eater, either. With a sick feeling in his stomach, he left the room, closing and locking the door behind him.
He really tried to forget about her as he went about his business, locating a trunk, then taking it upstairs to his room to finish packing. When he was done, he stood in front of his bedroom mirror, hopefully for the last time and stared at himself. He'd always aspired for greatness, but had been hampered by the fact that he was afraid of getting hurt. That's the real reason why Potter had always bested him. That guy didn't lack for courage, even when he was afraid.
It took him half an hour, but he couldn't just leave her there. He knew her! If he handled it right, they would all assume she'd just escaped, or even been rescued. All he had to do was get out of here, without being seen. He went back to the luggage room, and selected the largest trunk he could find, then levitated it to the cell. It wasn't the most glamorous of rescues, but it would get them both out alive and that was the most important thing. He just had to get her to St. Mungos, then she wouldn't be his problem any more.
"You need to get in here, now!" he whispered, bending over her to help her rise, as she didn't look like she could manage it alone.