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Title: Unknown
Trials

Rating: R

Fan Fiction Rating:
M

Warning:
Swearing, talk of sexual abuse to a minor, abuse and male/male relationships.

Story Interaction: This
story is an Interlude with �Unknown�.

Pairings: Harry x
Draco, Ron x Hermione

Authors Notes: Okay,
sorry once again. I hope you all enjoy.

Disclaimer: The
characters used in this story belong to J.K Rowling. I only own the plot line.

Chapter Five � Kidnapped

This is impossible!! Standing right behind me is none other
then Thomas White! Thomas White, ex-boyfriend Thomas White� The same man that
is meant to be behind bars once again� The same man that is smirking at me is
meant to be in jail�

I can�t bring myself to react in any way; all I can do is
stare at the man I had believed was out of my life. This is the same man that I
had been informed, by Harry no less, that he had been taken care of� And yet
here he is, standing a foot from me, eyes locked with mine and a small smirk
set on his face.

Then everything seems to kick back in as the mans smirk
grows a little and I take a small step back.

�Thought I might save you from all those questions, you
seemed at a loss� Thomas said casually as he walks past me and towards the wall
where he flicked the lights on.

What the hell is going on?!

�I thought you were in prison� I manage to utter, looking at
him with a little fear and shock, though I did manage to take another well
guided step back as he turned and faced me, his arms crossing over his chest as
he looks at me with a raised brow.

�Are you suffering from short term memory loss? I�ve been
released from jail, I told you this the other day� Thomas informs me, his eyes
scanning me as if trying to find some kind of reason for my faulty memory. Mind
you my memory is anything but faulty.

�B-but you were caught again� Harry sai-�
Rudely enough I stopped when Thomas burst into laughter. I really don�t see
what�s so funny.

�Caught? I think you�ve got the wrong message. I was nearly caught� the man exclaimed with an
amused shake of the head. �Just because Harry Potter says the sky is purple,
would you believe him?� Actually on a few occasions the sky has looked purple,
and for another matter I don�t believe everything I�m told.

�But he said you were caught?� I say again, taking a step
back as he once again begins to move, but he doesn�t come near me, instead he
makes his way towards the kitchen, turning the light on as he passes the
switch.

�That�s one of the reasons why I like you, Draco. You were
so easily fooled.� Well that�s anything but a compliment.

I don�t believe everything I�m told, I�m not someone who
does. I�ve always made sure that my information was correct personally� I�m not
a fool though, I knew that half of what Thomas told me were lies, I knew he
cheated on me more times then I can count, I wasn�t blind. But the thing is
that for some reason I just trusted Harry when he told me Thomas was gone� I
guess I just wanted to believe it as much as Harry wanted me too. Stupid of me
I guess.

I settle for glaring at the now chuckling man, not at all
amused with his words. I may be blonde, but that doesn�t mean I�m dumb. It�s
already fallen into place. The reason Harry had been so skittish around the
subject of Thomas being caught was because he hadn�t been and Harry didn�t want
me to worry, as sweet as his gesture was, it doesn�t particularly help me in
this situation. It only makes me un-prepared.

�So you�re the one that shot Harry?� See, I am catching up.

Raising a brow Thomas shakes his head, �No, I�m the one that
just happened to be in the right place at the right time� I also just happen to
know a few muggles that�ll do anything for a couple hundred pounds� he says
offhandedly.

I don�t like how casual he speaks about this, it�s not
right.

At the moment it seems like he�s making himself a cup of
tea.

So he admits that he is the reason Harry is now lying in the
hospital under recovery from a bullet wound. Why did he do it though? It
doesn�t make sense to go through all that to just get me.

�Why�d you do it? To get me back? Don�t you think that�s a
little extreme?� Because I sure do. Trying to kill Harry, which will surely
cause an uproar in the wizarding world, threatening to put his own safety in
jeopardy, all that just so he can approach me� that is really hitting extreme
insanity.

Raising a brow and chuckling, Thomas grabbed two mugs from
the cupboard and began to fill them with boiled water.

�I didn�t do all this just to get you back, Draco, in a way
I couldn�t care less about you� � I�m flattered � �I did what I did because of
attitude� he informs me. What the hell does attitude have to do about this? As
if he can see the question he shakes his head again and begins to explain.
�Potter needed to be knocked off his high horse. People believe him to be
invincible, indestructible, un-defeatable� all
because he defeated You-Know-Who. Someone had to open their eyes and show him
he can fall over just as quickly and easily as any other man� he said with a
smirk.

I�m actually scared to admit that I can see the reason,
probably because I�m Slytherin, but it doesn�t settle my nerves. Thomas has
either lost his mind, or he has decided to go into politics, he�d probably fit
in too.

This is creepy though, I�m rather ashamed to admit to myself
that I was one of these blind people. I have known Harry since first grade,
I�ve heard about him since I was old enough to understand what I was hearing.
I�ve heard how great he is from many mouths.

Harry defeated many nightmares, he fought many enemies, some
that you would believe were much stronger then Harry, physically and mentally,
as well as magically. But with all the attacks been made on Harry, he�s always
coming up as the victor with bruises and scratches, but they�re hardly noticed.

It�s like he is undefeatable. I
was there during the final battle, I saw Harry in action a few times. He
defeated the Dark Lord, he took down heaps of Death Eaters, and he managed to
survive being kept prisoner for two weeks by Death Eaters, my father being one
of them.

He has survived many things, so many things that you just
start to see Harry as an invincible Wizard. I�ve been around Harry a lot, and
even when he�s sleeping I can sense that the depths of his powers go far beyond
mine or anyone else I know.

He�s powerful; he hasn�t been defeated or brought to his
knees in fear. Harry is never scared� well except for that time I slipped on
the ice and sprained my ankle, he had looked rather panicked then. But looking
back, I realise that I�m one of those people that Thomas just mentioned, I�m
blind to the fact that Harry is as human as the rest of us� and all it took was
Harry to get shot and myself to get kidnapped by my ex-boyfriend to notice.

�Open some eyes did I?� Snapping out of my thoughts I look
back to Thomas, frowning in disapproval when I noticed he was only a step away.

He chuckles and holds
out a mug.

It�s poisoned, or at least he�s done something to it, but I
still take it, making sure I keep my eyes on him and also making sure I don�t
make any skin contact with him.

I am a little wary with the way he�s acting, he�s being so
casual and nice almost� it�s very off putting.

Thomas cradles his mug close to him, taking a small sip from
it every now and again as he watches me with amusement.

I�m looking down at the drink, frowning. I am thirsty, but I
don�t trust him. He�s too calm� there�s something going on here.

�If this was all done just to open some eyes, then why did
you bring me here?� Ah ha, a good question from Draco�s side� though I�m not
too sure if I want to hear the answer.

Thomas shrugs his left shoulder and takes a small sip from
his drink before answering me as calm as can be. �If Potter just so happens to
be dating my ex-boyfriend when he gets himself shot and in hospital, and my
ex-boyfriend just so happens to be� unprotected, then that�s just the notion of
hitting two pixies with one hex I�d gather.� He says, and his sentence, though
said calmly and with a small smile, it�s enough for my guard to kick in full
force.

�What are you saying?�

Rolling his eyes, Thomas walks past me and sits on a lounge,
�What I�m saying is that it�s all coincidence.�

Bullshit.

I frown. �Coincidence? What kind of answer is that? You shot
my boyfriend, you�ve just kidnapped me and now you�re telling me it�s all just
a coincidence?� How much of a fool does he think I am?

�Draco, I think it�s safe for me to say that you should
really just stick at what you�re best at, looking pretty. Leave the thinking
for those who know how to use it. Now drink up� He says, his voice turning back
to the one I know well, commanding.

I look back to my drink. �You�ve poisoned it or something.�
I just know it�s poisoned.

Rolling his eyes and setting his own drink on the ground
near his feet, Thomas stands and moves towards me, once again rolling his eyes
as I take a step back. �Here� he says, his hand held out for the mug, I gladly
hand it over.

I watch him as he locks eyes with me and then lifts the
drink to his lips, and then, with a small smirk he takes a sip. This guy really
is insane.

For a while I watch him, and then when I realise that he
isn�t about to fall over dead � which is a little upsetting � I�m forced to
realise that the drink isn�t poisoned, pity.

Handing the drink back to me he smiles, �Now, drink up.�

I frown at him, but I can�t help but give into the smell of
the tea. I am thirsty, and after all that crying, worrying and fear, not to
mention throwing up and still having that awful after taste in my mouth, I
can�t help but bring the mug to my lips. I look to Thomas quickly, but he isn�t
looking at me, instead he has turned his attention towards the television.

I take a small sip, for a while I swirl the liquid around in
my mouth, I can�t taste anything else in it, so I�m guessing it�s safe to
presume that it�s un-poisoned.

I take another sip, once again swirling it around to try and
detect any other substance that may have been put into it, but I can�t taste
anything, it could do with a little more milk, but other then that it�s a
perfectly fine cup of tea.

After my third sip, I cradle the mug and then glare at
Thomas, �Why have you kidnapped me? I�m guessing it�s not just because you want
to play tea parties? Or can I leave?� I ask.

Looking up at me, Thomas raises a brow. �I�m surprised that
you didn�t take off running as soon as you saw me� he chuckles.

I wish I did, but I was too stunned to do anything� but now
that he mentions it� I glare at him and then place the half full tea on the
table near me, �I�m leaving now� I state, it�s actually a little surprising to
see Thomas wave his hand.

�By all means� he states.

There is something going on here, I just know it. But I�m
not about to stand here and question him, I�m going to get out of here.

Turning on my heels I walk out of the room, looking over my
shoulder I see that he isn�t following me, I can still here the television in
the background. There is something funny going on around here� and whatever it
is I don�t find any amusement in it.

I quickly walk down the hallway and just as I pass a bedroom
door I stumble. Something�s wrong� My vision has gone blurry and the ground
seems to tip this way and that on a speed that would definitely get a ticket if
there was a cop about. I almost lose my balance again but manage to catch the
door handle to stable myself. Holding on as tightly as I can, I lean back
against the door and close my eyes, begging the cop to give the damn ticket and
tell the world to settle down.

What the hell is happening? I�m such an idiot! Thomas has
done something to me. How can I be such an idiot?! I�m so stupid sometimes!

I groan as I try to open my eyes. I can feel my limbs
getting heavy and weak, I can�t stop myself from collapsing to my knees, and
I�m actually a little more relieved that I do, standing up was making things
worse. I collapse back against the door, now sitting on the floor, my head
resting between my hands as I wait for the spinning to stop, I feel like I
might throw up, and I�ve done enough of that today.

I really am an idiot! I should have made a run for it when I
first saw Thomas� What was I thinking? Why the hell didn�t I run as soon as I
saw it was him that had apararated
me to this apartment? Why didn�t I grab my wand and hex him!?

My wand!

In what I can only presume to be the distance, I can hear
footsteps, most likely Thomas making a dramatic entrance towards me with a
smirk.

If only I could get my wand out� I need to defend myself,
and I need to act quickly.

I manage to get my hand into my pocket, and my fingers curl
around my wand, if only my head felt a little more clear though, it�s close to
impossible to even think of what I�m doing, let alone do it. But I manage to
pull my wand out and point it in the general direction that I can hear the
footsteps, as soon as I do point the wand in Thomas direction, the walking
comes to a complete stand still.

�L-let me go� my voice sounds heavy and slurred, almost
unrecognisable.

�Or what Draco? You�ll hex me?� I hear Thomas say in a smug
voice, �You can�t even think straight, you�re going to be unconscious within a
few seconds. You�re not in any position to demand anything.�

Groaning, I try to open my eyes, but I can�t, my limbs feel
so heavy, and I can feel my grip on my wand slipping, I can hardly keep my arm
straight.

Once again I hear footsteps approaching me, and when I
finally manage to open my eyes I find myself looking at demon clad legs, it�s
not long before the legs bend and I see Thomas crouching in front of me. I can
feel his hand gripping my chin, and I have no energy to pull away or glare when
I�m forced to look up into sparkling blue eyes. His other hand moves to mine
and with a strong tug my wand is no longer to be found in my grasp, instead I�m
forced to watch him pocket it in his jacket. I didn�t even put up a fight!

�You really are a blonde� he murmurs, a small smile on his
lips as he lets my chin go and instead runs his hand through my hair, I try to
pull back, but I can�t and all I can manage is to groan and close my eyes
again.

�Wh-what did y-you do?� My voice
still sounds slurred and heavy, and if things can�t feel any worse, my tongue
has proven me wrong, it feels like it�s grown a thick layer of hair and
swollen, but I know it hasn�t� or at least I don�t believe it has.

�What did I do? I thought you were meant to be the genius
when it comes to potions. I drugged you� he said, once again sounding casual.

That bastard! Then again I have only myself to blame. The
tea tasted the way it did because of the drug he used, not because it needed
more milk� I can barely remember, but there is a drug out there that does that.
I can�t remember its name but I can identify all the symptoms I�m experiencing,
and seeing how long it took for it to kick in I�d say I�ve drunk enough to
knock me out for at least two hours, not a thrilling thought.

The idea of being unconscious for two hours with Thomas is
like telling me that I�m going to be locked in a small cell with Weasley, no
good will come from it.

I can feel the drowsiness coming over me, and as hard as I
try to fight it off I can feel myself slipping. His hand leaves my hair and
instead moves behind my shoulders, pulling me forward. He�s picking me up, and
in a small way I�m glad that this was the moment my mind slips out of
consciousness.

I really hope I wake up soon.

To Be Continued�
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