Stolen Paradise - Dramione (ON HOLD)

Ch. 3

She blinked at how nonchalantly he asked, before nodding. He nodded in return and disappeared into the kitchen, and she hesitated for a moment before looking around the room.

There was another doorway in the corner that she hadn't noticed before and she quietly walked towards it. As she peered around the corner, she found exactly what she had been looking for: a door that led outside.

Her heart pounded in her ears as she checked to make sure he hadn't walked back into the room before she quickly walked through the doorway. There was another doorway on the other side of what she assumed was the front door and she paused, hearing noises from the kitchen coming through that doorway. She wasn't sure where that one led to, but that was not a concern at the moment.

She went to inspect the front door, finding that it had multiple locks on it. After unlocking the ones that she could, she tested the door and held her breath. The door didn't open but she felt it give a little bit. There were more locks on it somewhere, ones that she couldn't see at the moment.

Footsteps caught her attention and she quickly locked the door as quietly as she could, returning into the library just as Draco returned to the doorway.

He paused, raising an eyebrow at her as she tried to look as if nothing was wrong. After a few seconds of silence, he asked, "What kind of tea do you want?"

Quietly taking a deep breath to calm down, she asked, "What kind do you have?"

"Do you want to come look?"

He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb and she hesitated. When she didn't move for a few moments, his hand dropped and he asked, "Would you rather me just pick something out?"

"I..." She faltered, trying to figure out what to do. She was going to need time to figure out how to fully unlock the door without the chance of Malfoy walking in on her, but the only time she could think of for any chance of uninterrupted inspecting was during the nighttime when he should've been asleep.

With a sigh she said, "No, I can come look."

The rest of the day dragged on for her as she impatiently waited for any moment alone to go inspect the door again. Those moments were few and far between however as he rarely left the same room as her, which not only unsettled her immensely but kept her on edge; the fact that he had still made no moves to harm her or do anything to her for that matter had completely thrown her off at that point, and she noticed that she would always make sure he was within her line of sight just in case.

They spent most of their time in the library room, sitting in separate arm chairs; she made sure to take the one directly facing him so that she could have ample time to react in case he did anything. But he didn't; he just sat there, reading calmly while she would shift constantly in her chair and try to subtly glance towards the hallway that led to the front door.

Why was he keeping her here? And why was he so calm about the fact that there was a war going on? Did he not know about the consequences of what could happen if Harry failed? Or maybe he did know and just didn't care.

His words from earlier echoed in her mind. I am tired, and I'm sure you're tired as well. What did that even mean?

"Are you alright?"

She looked up to see him watching her quietly, concern clear in his eyes while his expression was otherwise calm. Shifting once more in her chair, she looked away towards the doorway to the kitchen. In truth she wasn't alright; she was confused and anxious about what was happening. But at the same time, she didn't know if she wanted to tell him that in case he used it against her.