I screamed, but it was abruptly cut off- he or she had covered my mouth with their hand. "Listen," the voice hissed in my ear, "you'd best watch your step."
I thrashed, but no avail. One solid kick from my captor had me on the ground.
"Your precious little boyfriend told me everything."
"He's not my boyfriend!"
"He said you killed Harry. And to think, the whole time I thought it was Draco!" The masked person threw back their head and laughed.
"Yeah. Congrats. You figured out the murder." My voice was dry and sarcastic.
"Don't talk to me like that." He says, skinning my arm.
I whimper in pain. "I won't."
"Good." The person took off their mask and started laughing.
It was Draco. "What the hell was that?" I growl, enraged. I was truly terrified!
"God, Neville. Take a joke! Your face was priceless!" He says, laughing so hard he was gasping for breath.
"You think its funny." My voice was colder than I wanted it to be.
"I'm sorry- I just thought that'd be fun!"
"Don't ever do that again," I say, turning. "Come on, we need to leave."
Draco groaned but followed.
Back in Malfoy Manor, I sat him down at the kitchen table. "Look, Draco-"
"What?" My tongue was sharp. What was wrong with me?
"Do you still like me?"
"No." I lean closer to him. "I love you." On the last word, I press my lips to his. I move to sit on his lap, our lips still interlocked. The temperature was rising, as if someone had stuffed us in an oven an was slowly making the temperature rise. I break the kiss, going for air, and he moves down to my chest, leaving love bites everywhere.
"Draco," I panted. "T-that's enough."
He looked at me, lust in his eyes, but he obeyed.
"There was something weird at the Burrow."
"What do you mean, weird? Things are always weird there," he says, hopping off the table.
"Yeah, I s'pose so. But something was abnormal there. Draco, I think they know."
He blanched. "No. They can't.."
"George knows. He could've told."
Draco bit his lip, deep in thought.
"But, should he be the insane maniac he is, why would his friends and family believe him?"
"Good point. I'm going to go to bed... See you in the morning." I faked a yawn, going upstairs.
In truth, I wasn't tired at all. I was pumped with adrenaline, not at all ready to sleep. But I still changed into pajamas, brushed my teeth, and washed my face.
Crawling under the covers, I realize how tired I actually am.
I was asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow.