Untitled Part 1

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Draco's POV:

That's it. There's no way i'm waiting any longer than this.

It's them.

It has got to be them.

I don't care who the hell is willing to believe me, but I bet on my fucking life that it's them.

Pushing my palms off of the edge, my legs impatiently took action and dashed down the stairway.

Around seventeen million thoughts burning through my head,

thoughts in which at some point have me wondering if i'm still sane,

thoughts of the countless and diverse methods of psychotic torture that I no doubt will be performing on none other than Lucien De Martel and that...

girl.

I don't give a single shit if the chance of them being behind this all is one fucking percent,

because I'd still be taking it.

And yes, I'm doing this on my own.

Third Person POV:

The vindictive Slytherin stood right behind the corner, awaiting for the students to start emptying the area as they enter their next class. He wasn't hiding there for a specific reason, he just wanted to keep an eye out for her in case she pops up.
Annabeth.

But the thing is, she was nowhere to be seen.

Draco grew impatient once again.

However, as he was about to move, something in him sensed the presence of a one being close to him.
He did not have the time to reassure himself as he felt himself get tackled to the ground.

He mumbled something underneath his breath quickly before attempting to break free of the pair of arms and legs holding him down,
and succeeded.

Before he even got a sight of who it was, he needed to make sure that he was the one in control of the situation, and with that, he swiftly pushed the person off and proceeded to pin them down on the floor all in a mere second; this time, his hands toughly suffocating them...

or in this case,

her.

He smirked at the fact that he was right.

"I fucking knew it." He seethed, wanting a reaction out of her.
But then he recalled that she cannot properly speak at the moment, therefore he loosened his grip unwillingly and got off as she did the same.

"Why hello to you two, Malfoy." Of course the blonde deep down was a bit taken aback at the fact that she knew his last name, but not that surprised. He unintentionally remained staring at her for a while, as if he was trying to scan for something,

something that would justify his wonders of how familiar she not only looks,

but sounds.

And the fact that she already knew who he was stated that he wasn't wrong.

Annabeth tilting her head slightly to the right made Draco regain his focus back. She was the one now who began inspecting every aspect of him. Before he could speak something, she defeated him by parting her lips.

"God, you look just like him." Her words escaped as a whisper, however audible enough for him to hear given the fact that his brows furrowed slightly. He looked down at her hand as he saw her levitating it to his face, attempting to touch.
Fighting the urge to question her further about what the hell she had just said, he rapidly got ahold of her palm before she could even nudge him and held it so tight it could break a bone as she gasped vaguely.

He stood way taller as he looked down at her with wrathful eyes and a jaw so clenched it could also fade into dust.

"Listen here, new whore. As much as i'm interested in what you mean by that, I don't have much time to give a single shit. So how about you start talking now and tell me what I need to know, hm?"
He spat, keeping his facial expression relaxed.

She managed to let go off his grip and spoke, "I don't understand what you mean."

He slightly shook his head and smiled,

a very peculiar devilish smile,

that Draco Malfoy smile.

Keeping the intense eye contact, he leaned a tad bit closer until his mouth was in contact with her ear. Parting his lips, he managed to let out a few words. They weren't much, however he knew they'd do the job of contributing a threat.

"Drop the clueless act and tell me where he is," He began in a whisper. Leaning back again as he faced her, he continued with a neutral tone, however the venomous timbre was somewhat there. "I mean unless you would want me to start getting my hands a bit... bloody."

Draco finished off his sentence with the same sinful smile, but unfortunately it did not last quite long as soon as a small chuckle escaped Annabeth's lips, and that grin automatically dropped—not because he was scared, but because of the mere frustration of the time waste.

"Don't you worry, Malfoy. I'll speak up. I'll tell you whatever you're willing to know." She spoke. Draco tried to find a hint of a lie in her words, or perhaps in her eyes, however it looked as if she was genuine. It's not like he fully trusts her of course, it's just that he's willing to find out everything possible that could help him find his way; and if it means he has to figure it out from the enemy, then so be it. Besides, he knows damn well that if she tries something out of pocket, he'll always be ready.

"Alright then, talk." He uttered. "I don't have all day. I know you know where he is, and I know you're behind it. So," He paused, taking a small but intimidating step forward.
"where the hell's Harry?"

She smirked as if she knew what he was going to say.

"Oh we won't be giving you your precious Harry back." She started, the edges of her lips still curved upwards. "Unless..."

"Let me guess." Draco sighed before she could finish talking. "You want something."

Annabeth's smile grew broader as she began walking slowly around Draco in circles. "Bingo."

The blonde fixed his glare at her, clearly knowing that whatever the hell they want, is definitely not associated with rainbows and unicorns.
It's for sure something bad.

"Okay so, as I was saying,

we let Harry go,

and you help us with something."

Draco was clearly growing utterly impatient at that moment. "Which is?" He asked irritatingly.

"Finding someone."

She stopped in her tracks, earning another sigh from the blonde.

"And who might that be, may I ask?" He questioned once again with a sarcastic smile.

"Bellatrix Lestrange."