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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: I�m
really sorry that I�m taking so long in updating this fic,
I keep forgetting I�ve got it posted here. I�m really sorry.

Thank you for your reviews, I really, really do appreciate
them, I know it was stupid of Draco to take that drink but you must remember
that he was hardly in his right mind in the first place, with everything that
had gone on around him and all. Thanks for your reviews guys; I really hope you
enjoy this chapter.

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

Chapter Six � Obsessed

�Draco� Do - do you
regret what we did last night?� Harry asks, sounding worried as he watches me closely.

I don�t have to think
over it too long. I slowly shake my head. �No, I don�t regret it. I was
confused when I woke up, but the shower helped me figure things out,� I state,
meeting his gaze. �Why? Do you?� You had better say no.

�No! God, no!� He
almost yells as he pulls me against him. �I could never regret that. But� I wasn�t sure about you� seeing as you don�t like me
and all,� he says, now smirking at me.

And I�m damn well
blushing, again.

�Yes� Well, I thought
about that, too,� I say, looking elsewhere.

I feel a hand moving
to my chin, bringing me back to face his amused, yet somehow still serious
face. �And?� he asks his voice now dropping to a whisper, his green eyes
studying me.

He�s going to make me
confess, isn�t he?

�Er�
Well� I- I guess I - I don�t exactly hate you. I am willing� t-to�� I look back
at him, seeing his amused interest.

�Willing to?� he
enquires, tilting his head to the side, eyes flickering to my lips, which I
unconsciously lick.

�Well - willing
to�um�give things a go,� I say, feeling just a tad nervous under his green
gaze.

�Does that mean you�re
willing to go out with me, Draco Malfoy? Are you willing to be my boyfriend?�
he asks me, moving closer, eyes flickering between my eyes and my lips.

I can only nod, also
moving in. Before my eyes close, and my lips meet his, I see his smile, his
eyes dancing with happiness.

I know he�ll end up
winning me over; there�s no doubt there. And as he pulls me closer, moving me
to straddle his lap, I can just tell that it�ll be a very long time before we
ever separate, if we even separate at all.

�I love you,� he
whispers, his lips still against mine.

I keep my eyes closed,
our foreheads touching. �Same,� I say, feeling him smile against my lips. I
lean back in, kissing him passionately.

I can feel his hands
moving up my body, fingers touching me gently, sending my skin on fire, I don�t
know how I managed it, but I�m completely naked, as is Harry, but I don�t
bother to think about it for too long.

Lips have broken from
mine and are now shifting to my neck; I can�t help but groan when I feel the
warm breath gaze over my skin, sending my body into overload.

Chuckling� I can hear chuckling.

Why does my head feel like a thousand pounds has decided to
take up housing?

I can feel something warm running up the side of my neck,
it�s moist too� Unpleasant scenarios are starting to flood through my mind now.
Most of them involve eight legged things and anything else my overeager mind
can conjure, and with my mind that does happen to be a lot of creepy things.

I can�t fight a small groan of displeasure when something
heavy leans over me, making my breathing all that more difficult.

Am I still dreaming? No� I can remember my dream, it was the
time I agreed to go out with Harry, but thinking back to that day I don�t
remember Harry doing this to me, and I don�t remember feeling so uncomfortable
when he does do things like this to me. So I can most definitely sum up that
this is no longer a dream, and I don�t think it�s my mind either, whatever it
is seems to be real.

Concentrating on my surroundings without the will to open my
eyes because of the pounding headache, I can feel that there�s a hand on my
shoulder, I can also feel a body leaning over me � this being the weight that�s
making my breathing an issue.

This is all actually confusing, I know for a fact that it
isn�t Harry; Harry doesn�t normally play this way, I know Harry�s smell and
touch and this isn�t him. I also know it isn�t him because I can remember that
he is in hospital, recovering, so if it�s not Harry then who is it?

�One thing is for sure, opening eyes � though it can make
you feel sick and make a headache worse then it already is � it can shed a very
bright light on what my surroundings are, and I�m almost regretting opening my
eyes in the fist place. The question as to why there is a weight on me has just
been answered, and I don�t like the answer one bit.

My stomach almost launches into my throat as soon as I
recognise Thomas leaning over me, and no one can blame me for almost throwing
up either,. I�ve just realised what that moist thing
is that�s trailing up and down my neck, it just so happens to be something of
Thomas�s, and it also just happens to be his tongue. I�ve been traumatised!

Unfortunately I remember now, and it�s not a nice memory -
Thomas drugged me and now I am forced to wake up with his body crushing me and
his tongue licking me, I�m going to be sick.

�Get off me� That didn�t sound much like my voice, I know my
voice � I have had it for my entire life after all � and I know that my voice
is normally not that heavy and slurred.

I must still have those drugs in my system. But thank Merlin
I�ve woken up, not that I�m glad to have woken up to find Thomas licking me, on
the contrary, I find it rather disgusting and emotionally traumatising, but I
am glad I�ve woken up because now I can bite him really hard and tell him to
fuck off.

And I do just that, I bite hard on his shoulder when he
doesn�t take my first demand seriously.

Within moments I hear him scream and I�m very relieved when
he throws himself off me, his hand rushing to his shoulder where I am happy to
see the deep red mark as well as small splotches of blood appearing. When it
comes to biting, I must say that I�ve got it down packed.

�You bitch!� Now that�s not very nice. I think he may be
mistaken, I heard his girly scream, and I am proud to announce that I have
never made such a girly noise, so I am not the bitch here.

Suddenly it seemed like someone has hit the rewind button on
a remote control, because the next thing I know Thomas is launching himself
back at me, but instead of taking up the scene that a rewind button would take
him too, he launches forward with his fist raised to greet me, and it does,
painfully too.

A yell escapes my lips at the painful blow and it doesn�t
take long before I can taste blood. I think my lower lip has been split, ouch.
The only good thing about being walloped in the face is that it helped me
regain some of my sense and come a little closer to my own quick reflexed self,
my limbs aren�t feeling weighed down and those weights in my head have taken
the message and packed their bags, though they have left a parting gift with
the help of the punch � my headache has now officially gotten worse, and my
lower lip seems to be throbbing in pain and bleeding into my mouth.

So seeing the next fist flying towards me and deciding that
I don�t want two split lips, I use what I have regained of my reflexes and
quickly roll to the side, avoiding what would have been a very painful blow. I
manage to push myself up onto my elbows, it�s unfortunate that I still have the
drowsiness, I�d be quicker otherwise

Thomas grabs my arm before I�m able to move again, and it�s
a rather painful grip too. He pulls me forward, and in a way I guess he�s returning
the favour, because the next thing I know I have him latched onto my shoulder
bitting me probably as hard as I bit him. If I didn�t know any better I�d think
this was really hard core sex, but as I do know better I only find myself
scared and sick.

Pulling back and letting his eyes flicker to my shoulder to
see how much damage he�s done, I take advantage of the distraction and use my
uncaught hand to curl into a fist and punch him right in the nose.

Thomas screams in pain, his hands shooting to his nose. It�s
not broken, I would have heard the snap if it had. But it is bleeding, and I am
proud to admit that I did it. It serves him right for the bloody lip he gave
me.

I roll off the bed as soon as my arm is released, and
instead of landing gracefully on my feet or even on my knees, I fall very
ungracefully on my ass with a dazed expression. My legs are wobbly and weak,
and when I look down at myself, I�m overly disgusted to see that I�m close to
being naked, I�m only wearing my shirt and its lost most of its buttons, and
that�s it!

I think I�m going to throw up! And what�s worse, I do! I
throw up whatever it is that�s in my stomach.

I hate throwing up, out of everything that is normal for a
human being, I�d say that throwing up is the worst thing that anyone would have
to go through, it�s disgusting! I�d normally do anything to avoid it. But I
can�t blame myself for throwing up at the moment, I have no idea what�s
happened to me, I�ve been drugged and for all I know raped. It�s enough to make
me throw up everything and feel a tear escape down my cheek.

I actually feel a little better once the disgusting action
is over, the only good thing that came out of it was the fact that I�ve gotten
rid of most of the drugs that were in my stomach, and wiping my mouth and my
cheek with the back of my sleeve I manage to push myself away from the mess,
flinching when my sleeve passes over the cut on my lip and shows a bloody
stain.

My head feels a little clearer, but my limbs still feel
weak, never mind though, I still manage to get to my feet, once again wiping my
sleeve over my mouth, this time avoiding my cut.

Thomas is still clutching his nose, the bleeding has slowed
down a lot and he looks royally pissed, I am however very happy to see him
dressed, which helps me recover from the fear that I may have been raped.

Now I want my clothes and I want to get out of here� knowing
my luck, all that isn�t about to be accomplished easily. I�m going to have to
bleed to get what I want� I just hope it�s not much.

�Bastard!�

I�m the bastard? Me? You�re the one that�s kidnapped me,
nearly killed my boyfriend and then drugged me, that should be my line to you�
No, I�m sure I have a better word then bastard, one that would describe you
much better.

�You�re sick.� Okay, not exactly the all out there big bad
words that would make him seethe knowing I�m right, but they are the words that
came to me when my mind flashed back to how I woke up.

I feel like I�m about to throw up again, but I manage to
keep it in and glare instead.

Thomas manages � don�t ask me how � to laugh, his hand still
over his nose trying to stop the bleeding, but he is still laughing.

�How can you call me sick? You were enjoying it Malfoy� he
states, smiling.

I have never been so disgusted in my life. Like hell I was
enjoying it. �You�re sick� Is all I manage to say again. Once again they
weren�t the foulest of words, but they are what I�m currently thinking.

�Well then you must be sick for enjoying it� Thomas replied,
shifting on the bed.

�I was not enjoying it! I�ve never enjoyed anything when it
comes from you!� I spit, making sure he knew just how much I detest the idea of
his hands on me� I still feel like I�m going to throw up.

This is almost too unrealistic to be happening. I�ve read
things like this in papers where it happens to other people. I�ve heard people
tell tales of ex-lovers chasing them down and all that on talk shows, but I
never really took much note on it, I always saw it as a fiction thing,
something that you don�t have to worry about happening to you personally, and
yet here I am in �no worries, its not real� land.

I would really like to find my clothes though, after all,
how threatening can I look when I�m practically naked? Not very, I know that
much. I don�t want those eyes on me, knowing that he can see me clearly, I
really don�t want that.

I remember a while back, before Harry and I had even started
dating � something that seems so far away when I think about it � but I can
remember my old boss� What was her name again? Ah yes, Miss Thompson� how can I
forget her? She made my life a misery for a long time before Harry came in and
saved me.

But I can remember Miss Thompson insinuating that I was a
whore, because that was what she saw when she looked at me, thinking that I was
throwing myself all over Harry � which I wasn�t.

I know now that she had called me that because I seemed to
gain a lot of Harry�s attention when she was trying to do that� but I can
remember how her words had affected me.

It took a while to get over that, I�m still not there, but I
do know that I am not a whore, I didn�t do those things willingly, and when I
was out of school I was so lost on what to do with myself that I ended up
choosing the wrong people and getting myself into hard situations, but that
doesn�t mean I am a whore.

I�m glad I have been thinking through it, I do feel somewhat
cleaner with realising that half of the things that had happened to me weren�t
really my fault and there wasn�t much I could do about them. Harry has helped
me realise that.

Yet even with all that I feel dirty when I look at Thomas
sitting on the bed, his attire looking roughed and with a small scan past him I
can see my clothes, I can�t stop that feeling of dirt passing over me, I know I
should think or feel that way, but I can�t help it.

The only reason I�m naked is because Thomas here is a sick
bastard. The only reason I�m now standing with nothing but a shirt, is because
Thomas had taken advantage of me, and the only reason that I feel dirty is
because I can remember my life when I was with Thomas, he always managed to
make me feel worthless, he always managed to make me feel dirty and whorish.

But things are different now, I�m not here on my request,
I�m here because I�ve been kidnapped, I�m near naked because Thomas had drugged
me and decided to take advantage of me. I�m with Harry, I love Harry, and Harry
makes me feel human and allows me to make my own decision, choose my own path
and do what I want to do, I don�t have to answer his screams on why I�m late,
he doesn�t ever raise his voice at me, I don�t have to worry about getting a
fist in my stomach because Harry would never, and has never, raised a hand to
me.

Harry is my choice, and it�s right now that I can see that I
have made the best choice I could ever dream of making. Just to think that all
it took to change my entire life around from crap to paradise was to nearly be
raped by some Quidditch player and Harry to save the day, and then continue the
weeks by becoming my new boss and slowly wooing me over.

I�m happy with my life, so I�m not about to let Thomas ruin
everything. I wont let him think he�s better then me. I�m a Malfoy, no one is
better then me.

�I saw you first Draco. I saw you and had you long before
your boy-wonder came and claimed you� he said, reminding me of the time he had
contacted me in my office, where he said something close to those words.

�No one has claimed me. And Harry saw me long before you
even came into the picture� It�s the truth. I have known Harry since I was ten.
Harry and I have been through a lot, and we have both been there for the other,
even if it wasn�t in a comforting way.

He made me see that following You-Know-Who wasn�t worth it,
he made me realise that I am more then I allow myself to be, he also helped me
in many other ways, by challenging me.

Sneering, Thomas glared at me in an icy anger. It doesn�t
affect me too badly though, when it comes to glares I�d have to say that it�s
only Harry�s that affects me the most, and doesn�t even have to be glaring at me!

I made my way around the bed, surprised that Thomas hadn�t
jumped off it and attack me. I should probably count my lucky stars that he�s
only sitting there glaring at me as he holds his bleeding nose. I am however a
littler nervous which is understandable.

I pick up my clothes from the floor and pull my boxes and
jeans on as quickly as I can though I also try to keep some dignity seeing as
those cold blue eyes are still watching me.

I can�t see my over coat or scarf though, that�s a bummer, I
really liked that scarf, and it was Harry�s after all.

I�m expecting Thomas to shout at me, throw himself on me or
do something of the same, but as I edged my way towards the door, all I can
hear is him moaning about his nose as he holds it.

There has to be something going on, something that will
prevent me from getting out of here, Thomas wouldn�t just let me walk out,
especially after biting him and punching him in the nose, he won�t let me just
walk away the victor.

So what�s going on then?

Reaching the door I manage to find out why it is that Thomas
hasn�t attacked me or tried to stop me from leaving, the door - to my never
ending dread - is officially locked.

Tug as I may, this door is not going to budge.

�You didn�t think you could just hit me and then walk out
now, did you?� An all too cocky voice asks behind me. I want to reply with
something just as cocky, but I know better then to push my luck with Thomas,
especially when I�m locked in a room with him.

I had all my confidence before this, before I found out I�m
locked in with the psychopath, but amazingly enough, finding that I can�t
really get away with screaming �Dick
head� or something else along those lines, and running, instead, I shout �dick head� and I have no where to run
and I�m instead forced to suffer the consequences.

So I can only settle with pretending I expected the door to
be locked all along, and was only just testing � which in a way I really should have been expecting. Right, time
to look at least a little brave, where�s that Gryffindor courage that Harry�s
meant to rub onto me?

Turning around I fold my arms over my chest, making sure to
pull my shirt tightly over my chest when I saw his eyes linger there just a
little too long for my liking. Then again, just having his gaze in my direction
is too much for my liking.

�Why are you doing all of this?� I suddenly snap, making
sure I gave him the coldest and hardest glare I can manage; in the
circumstances I�m currently in I think I did rather well.

I don�t know why I keep asking this question, I think it�s mainly
because so far his answers aren�t good enough, not too sure though, but it
seems to be the best question I have.

Thomas raised a brow at me, smirking cockily, his nose seems
to have stopped bleeding, and instead it�s starting to swell, looking rather
disgusting with dried blood around it. �Doing what?� He knows damn well what
I�m talking about.

�Why are you keeping me here?! This
is stupid! I�m dating Harry Potter now, you�ve been in jail for years and now
you suddenly come back expecting to get away with all this!? What the hell are
you doing all this for?!� I shout, my arms flailing out as if eager to strangle
him. Shh little hands, your time will come.

At first Thomas seemed surprised about my outburst, but then
his brows crease and his face darkens in rage, sufficiently reminding me what
he was like when mad, re-surfacing all those memories of broken bone of bruises
I�ve had to carry because of his temper. These memories really aren�t helping
me with my bravery act. I really wish there was some kind of manual I can look
at to give me some clues on what to do now.

�I give you some credit Draco, you�ve gained yourself a
backbone.� I know. I�m rather proud of it too. �But it�s not a wise thing to
have, especially around me.� No harm in trying.

�Oh?� I ask, raising a brow and trying to show a calm
exterior, while on the inside I�m shaking in fear and cursing myself for getting the ex pissed.

I�m creamed if Thomas decides to attack me. He�s stronger
then me, and I�m no good without my wand. I�m starting to wish I took Harry up
on that proposal to teach me self-defence.

�Your words are empty, Draco. I can read you, you�ve got
nothing, you�re physically weaker then me, and you know it.�

Yeah, it�s hard not to know it.

�I don�t care if I�m ten times weaker then you. I�m not
going to let you touch me� I hiss, glaring as deadly as I can at him.

If looks could kill I�d be a free man, a lot of my problems
would be solved too. I mean, if my glares could kill, Tammy would be long gone,
that man in the butcher would be in a coma and that nurse would be lying in
intensive care� though Harry would probably also be dead or in hospital. I
mean, I�ve given him enough death glares to have him mentally unstable. So
maybe it�s a good thing my glares don�t kill� just not on this occasions.

�You�ve really turned into a little spitfire, haven�t you?�
He asks me, chuckling, his anger now completely gone.

Spitfire?! Spitfire!? What the hell is a spitfire? Oh, I don�t care; it�s an insult
in my opinion. Anything said by him to me is an insult.

�Why the hell are you doing all this? Don�t you see how
pointless it is?� Because I certainly do.

Shaking his head and clicking his tongue, Thomas looks me in
the eyes and smirks. �This isn�t about winning my boyfriend back, or about
having my wicked way with you-� Thank god! �-This is about morals. This is
about holding my dignity. I told both yourself and Potter to watch your backs,
I warned you both that I wouldn�t take lightly to being threatened, I did warn
Potter. This is about showing everyone what I mean when I say that I�ll make
them regret their words� Thomas stated, looking � in my personal opinion �
insane.

Yes, I�ve decided to diagnose him with insanity. It�s the
only logical answer I can come up with. Prison must have unscrewed a few bolts
in his head. So naturally this doesn�t make me any more calm now knowing that
I�m with a potential insane man.

�You shot Harry, he�s in the hospital. I doubt he even knows
I�m missing, let alone that you�ve kidnapped me.� And that�s what actually
scares me. Harry doesn�t know that I�m in trouble and would do anything for his
help. Truth be told, no one even knows where I am, I doubt the reporters saw it
as kidnapping, so I�m truly screwed in a way.

So in everybody�s eyes, I�m safe and sound at home, ready to
visit my boyfriend tomorrow. There goes my hope for a rescue party any time
soon.

�I�m sure after a while your little prince charming will
realise something�s missing� Thomas says, so offhandedly that I�m truly
insulted. Harry would be worried about me if I don�t turn up, he�ll know that
something�s wrong, he always has that gut instinct.

But � unfortunately � I can�t just sit here and wait for a
rescue, if I want out of here then I have to do so myself� easier said then
done though � Sometimes I hate that phrase.

Okay� So what do I do? Alright, if I was in dire need to
escape an insane man � which amazingly enough, I am � what would I do? I could
trick him� but Thomas isn�t stupid, if I�m to trick him then it�d have to be
the best ever Slytherin plan I haven�t thought of yet, and thinking back over
all my Slytherin world domination like plans, it seems like it�s going to be a
bit of a strain to do better then them.

Why do I have to be cursed with such world dominating
intelligence? If I wasn�t so smart in my younger days, then I would have a much
wider range to work around if I want to do better then ever.

Maybe I could try to knock Thomas over the back of the head?
Nah, then I�m still stuck in this room. Okay, how about I demand he opens the
door� If that doesn�t work on Harry, then it�s not going to work on Thomas. Hm,
well, what if I seduce him and make him think he has won me over and then get
him to open the door, and then I bolt, I�ve never done something like that
before� Nah, too traumatising to even think about; well then, I�m all out of
ideas.

I have no choice; I have to turn to Thomas to find out what
I have to do. So taking a deep breath and levelling my gaze back on the brown
haired asshole I make sure I glare at him while I ask the dreaded question.
�What do I have to do to get out of here and away from you?� It better be easy
and not include anything I�m against.

And the asshole laughs, right in my face too, he�s laughing
like I had just asked the stupidest question in the world. But trust me, I�ve
already asked that question, and Harry still doesn�t let me forget it� he�s an
asshole too.

�You make it sound like I have to give you a challenge in
order for you to win your freedom,� Well I was hoping it was along those lines.
Yes.

�Well then how long are you planning on keeping me hostage?
Sooner or later people will search for me� Sooner or later� I hope its sooner.

�I�m well aware of that� Thomas said, �I plan to keep you
for as long as I see fit� he states, making me want to just whack him over the
back over the head now, and then probably stomp on him a few times cursing him�
that does bring a smile to the face.

�You�re disgusting� I snarl, oh yes, I�m snarling. Impressive facial display, if
I don�t say so myself. For only I, Draco Malfoy, can achieve absolute
perfection when it comes to snarling, for I am the Master, the Master, of snarling!

�And you�re cute� Now that just ruins my snarling
perfection. How dare he call me cute like he means it! And how dare he
look at me like I�m dinner on a golden plate! Only Harry�s allowed to look at
me like that!

Instead of becoming scared out of my mind because I�m locked
in a bedroom with a lunatic of an ex-boyfriend that can�t get a clue when it�s
shoved in his face, twisted and then slammed in with a heavy-slamming hammer
spell for extra affects. No, instead of being scared I�m becoming increasingly
pissed off and starting to wish I had my wand so I can use a heavy-slamming hammer spell on him. It just might knock
some sense into his dim witted rotten brain.

�You better keep your hands and other bodily limbs to
yourself, Thomas� I hiss, snarling long forgotten and tossed aside in anguish
for receiving nothing but the word �cute� for it�s appearance in full glory. Humiliating. And here I though I had perfected its twist and
curves, here I was thinking that I could just walk up to a bounty and snarl at
him to allow me to pass! AH! Maybe all this time that I got away with my wants
through �The Snarl of Doom� was because it was cute!!

Oh that�s an all-new low! Why didn�t Harry tell me that I
didn�t look world dominatingly cruel? Why didn�t he tell me that �The Snarl of
Doom� only made me look cute? How could he allow me to walk around snarling
�The Snarl of Doom� thinking I was bringing fear to others when in fact I was
making people ooh and ahh over me with
starry eyes!? I will have to talk to him if I get out of this mess.

�Don�t flatter yourself, Draco; I�m not aiming to even lay a
finger on you� Thomas states as he crawls off the bed and stands, brushing his
clothes of all their creases.

Flatter myself? Oh this guy has some nerves! I�m nowhere
near flatter at the idea of being touched by him. I�m mentally traumatised, not
flattered. �Well then what do you call molesting me while I sleep?� Well
molesting, duh.

Thomas raised a brow and crossed his arms over his chest, �I
was merely having some fun. It gets lonely in this place and knowing that you
were in the next room in my bed, well who could resist that temptation?�

I. Am. Disgusted.

�Well then get out! I don�t want you near me, touching me or
even looking at me� I shout, pointing to the door. I mean it; I�d rather have
him on the other side of that door then in the same room as me� though then
again I�d rather be on the other side of that door escaping then in here with
him. I think I like that one better.

�On better thoughts, open this door and let me go!� Ah yes,
a much better plan.

The asshole decides to chuckle at me then disobey my
command. The fool will learn! No one disobeys me! Especially not him!

�You really have a way with words, and a temper at that. I
can�t imagine how that Potter puts up with you� Lots of practice� No wait� I
just insulted myself.

�Well why don�t you let me go so then you don�t have to deal
with me?�

Thomas raises a brow and then scoffs.

Well it was worth a try. So now that most of my plans and
brilliant ideas are turning around and biting me on the butt, I�ve decided to
settle with glaring at the insane kidnapper and fold my arms over my chest.
That�ll show him I�m not to be toyed with.

My actions only seem to amuse him though, and soon he�s
shaking his head and walking towards the doorway, taking his wand out as he
does. I know I can�t make a move and grab the wand, mainly because he�s still
keeping an eye on me, I�ve ventured at least ten feet from the door and Thomas
is holding his wand rather tightly.

So I�m not about to risk anything like my pride and rush at
him. Instead I watch him very carefully as he taps the wand against the handle
of the door and murmurs something I am unfortunately unable to hear.

So here I am, watching in dismay as Thomas leaves the room
and locks the door on the other side. And as soon as his footsteps have faded
out, I jump into action.

To Be Continued�
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