Draco's face turned from motionless to sheer terror, without a thought he got up and ran, only making it a few steps before Voldemort appeared in front of him, stopping him in his tracks.
"Don't hurt yourself Draco, hand it over."
Draco stood for a moment. Looking around as if there was anywhere to run.
He reached in his pocket, not to grab the book, but to pull out his wand.
"Expelliarmus!"
Voldemort's wand flew out of his hand. At that moment, Lucius got up and ran to Draco.
Draco didn't stop, he kept running. He didn't have anywhere to go.
He went from hallway to hallway, up and the staircases, with his father only a few inches behind him.
He reached his room, thinking fast, knowing he had no where to go.. he didn't have his broom, he couldn't lock the door without his father doing a simple alohamora spell to pry it open again.
He sat down, on his floor. He was done, he broke down, with his head buried in his knees, crying.
Lucius opened the door and knelt down to reach Draco.
"Weak" Lucius spat.
"You learn nothing" he proceeded, "hand it over."
"I can't" Draco simply said, tears welling up in his eyes.
"And why is that?" Lucius asked.
Draco said nothing, he wasn't going to expose his only reason of happiness just to get it ripped away and to put you in danger.
Lucius slapped Draco across the face, causing him to bleed. This gave Lucius a second to reach inside his coat pocket and grab the book.
Draco stood up quickly, but Lucius was already halfway down the hallway, with two snatchers walking towards him.
They grabbed Draco by both of his arms and brought him down stairs to the cellar, Draco didn't resist, he didn't care.
Without that book he had nothing, he may as well be dead.
Draco sat for a while, he didn't move.
Being locked down there wasn't that bad, it felt like every other day in his life, dark, alone, cold.
He knew his parents wouldn't leave him down there for long, knowing they already had his book, there was nothing else to take from him. He had nothing.
Draco fiddled with his fingers, he had cried so much his face was dry, no more tears could come out of him.
"Come now Draco" Narcissa said prying open the door to the cellar.
Again, Draco said nothing. He had nothing to say, his mother was the only person that gave somewhat of a shit about him.
However, she, a lot like the rest of the wizarding world, was terrified of her husband.
So Draco got up, he walked slowly, easing his pace with the dusty footprints on the ground.
His mother guided him back upstairs, to the table, where the death eaters were now wrapping up their meeting.
Draco caught a glimpse of the book laying on the table alongside Voldemort, knowing there was no use trying to get a hold of it.
"So what do you value so much in this book Draco?" Voldemort asked snidely, "What could possibly be your dear- oh, I see.."
Voldemort slowly got up out of his chair,
"A girl" he laughed, causing a ripple of laughs down the table, mostly administered by the one and only Bellatrix Lestrange.
"Come on Draco, you wouldn't be so naive to think your dearest desire would even think of loving you back?"
The room went silent, no more cackles, no more snide remarks. Just silence.
"Love is weak Draco"
