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Buckle Up Blondie	By : slytherincailin Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3974 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Two:

Draco Malfoy awoke to a sound he'd never in his life heard before. The only possible thing his sleep-addled mind could compare it to was wind rushing down a chimney. This noise, however, was far more developed, full, almost a mechanical sound. He groaned as he stretched his aching limbs before full-consciousness came to him with a bang.

He sat up with a start, effectively bouncing his forehead off of something cold and metal. He groaned and clutched at his ringing skull, opening his eyes warily.

He was in a bed. An odd bed. It was more of a hollow oval, really, with blankets and an overhanging piece of metal, no doubt the cause of his pounding skull.

He spun out of the bed with a gasp, landing in an ungraceful heap on the floor. He looked around in confusion. The bed had been set into a wall made of metal. Heart rate accelerating, Draco got to his feet, eyes drawn to the only window. This was most definitely not London.

On shaking legs and with huge eyes, Draco advanced further into the large oval room, eyes glued to the huge front window. Hysteria bubbled in his throat and Draco clutched for his wand, before he remembered.

He cursed and walked backwards, hitting a wall and sliding down it to crouch on the floor and bury his head in his hands. It couldn't be real, this had to be a dream, a hallucination. Things like this couldn't just happen. Except, the pain in his head was very, very real.

Draco whimpered as his eyes flew back to the one window. Where he should have seen sky and ground, buildings or people, Draco Malfoy was instead staring out into the endless, starry, black vacuum of space.

He gulped frantically, pulling at the white overall he had obviously been dressed in. He scratched at his chest as his eyes blinked repeatedly, trying in vain to blink away the sight in front of him, surrounding him.

"This can't be happening."

A sudden flash of green light lit the room, before focusing on a small balck speaker set high on one metal wall.

"Lander to Traveller, Lander to Traveller, do you copy?"

Draco gasped at the box, someone was talking to him? He stood up and frowned at the device, eyes narrowing. "What is this?" he hissed, lip drawing back in a pointless sneer.

"Ah," the voice, a man's voice, sounded once more. It echoed and crackled oddly. "So Sleeping Beauty is awake, good to know and he sounds like he's in fine form!"

Draco snarled in rage. "How dare you? How dare you kidnap me? I demand you bring me back home at once, this is ridiculous!" The box crackled with what could only be laughter.

"My! We've captured a beaute! I do love 'em with a bit of a kick. I hope you survive. Now, how about you cool it and let me do my job, Blondie?"

Draco gaped, mouth wide. "Why you insolent, little..."

"Hush up, you need to listen to me if you want to survive, understand, Blondie?" Draco glowered and crossed his arms petulantly.

"Understand?" the voice prompted.

Draco growled. "Understood."

"Peachy! I am your director, Lander. This connection is tenuous and could break at any moment. You slept longer than anticipated and your ship is about to go into automatic hyperspped. That means you need to sit down and buckle up Blondie, it's gonna get bumpy." Draco remained doubtfully in place for only a moment before he forced his cramping legs to the nearest bucket-seat and fastened the belt.

"Alright, care to explain to me what exactly is happening?" he demanded through gritted teeth, stomach and nerves twisting violently.

Another crackling laugh. "Co-operations great, ain't it? You, Blondie, have been chosen to test out pretty new auto ship. In recent years our scientists have discovered a new planet. Only downside, it could be a death trap, a complete waste land and a waste of time. The boys wouldn't go for it, consider themselves to valuable for the little voyage, so we needed a tester. That's where you come in Blondie. London was chosen at random for the area we would pick our tester from. I'd go myself but, you know, bad back.

Anyway, to make a long story short, you were nabbed and put on the auto-piloted ship to visit the planet and collect a few samples. Best outcome, you get there, get a few rocks and the ship will bring you back home in twenty-four hours. Worst outcome, well, you die and the world believes there was one more suicide."

Draco blanched, breath hitching dangerously. "You can't do this," he whispered, horrified. "You can't do this to me, to anyone! This is murder! I'm not even trained!"

A low whistle. "Woah, woah, hold up Sleeping Beauty you were the one who was gonna hurl yourself off the bridge, if worse comes to worst, we're doing you a favour." Draco clutched at his seat as the ship buckled suddenly and a beeping sounded to his right. "I wasn't going to kill myself!" he cried, "Don't do this! Send me home!"

The voice was sombre. "Sorry kid, the ship's gonna go. She's built like a rock she's not gonna reject hyperspeed. Just do what we're asking of you, your suit is in the compartment beneath the bed, the ship will do the journey work. You're gonna be a hero, kid. You're gonna be on cereal boxes."

Draco looked at the speaker as though Lander had lost his mind. Perhaps he had. This wasn't sane, wasn't remotely reasonable. "Send me back!" he growled, "send someone who made this work their job! Send a bloody professional!" His voice was steady even as his leg began to spasm from fear.

Lander was silent a moment before he sighed. "It's the professionals who screwed up our first attempt. Sometimes you've just got to have a little faith in the normal folk."

With that, a loud crack sounded and the ship lurched forward unsteadily. Draco cried out in surprise before shaking his head and shutting his eyes. He would have compared it almost to turbulence, if one happened to be sitting on the wing of the plane at the time. The entire ship vibrated with the pressure and forced his head down.

Madness! He was going to die because of someone else's madness. He, Draco Malfoy, Pureblood wizard, was going to die because a psychopath wanted the world to have faith in the 'normal folk.'

He was going to be sick. Violently sick. His gut clenched and he retched emptily, momentarily glad that he had not eaten in days.

Draco wasn't sure of the time that elapsed whilst he sat confined within the ship. By the time the pressure began to ease and the ship began to slow, he was near unconscious from fear, cramping limbs and dizziness.

As the ship slowed and continued forward at a steady pace, Draco slumped against his belts. He raised his head groggily and blinked, and blinked again. For a moment, Draco had thought he had been looking at Earth.

The planet in front of him was a globe of lush greens, browns and purplish pools he could only assume were water. Clouds of white floated around it peacefully. This, Draco thought awe-struck, this is beauty. This was something to be admired.

He stared in wonder before realising that his ship was far too close, he was going to fall into the planet! To be compressed by it's atmosphere! He struggled hopelessly as the ship began to tilt dangerously, before slowly dropping. He gasped in terror as the ship slowly picked up more speed.

He was going to crash.

He squeezed his eyes shut as the pressure grew around him. Blood began to drip from his nose and his eyelids fluttered.

He wished he could have said goodbye... To anyone.
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