Draco Malfoy (Mid War)

Draco sat bound to a chair, wandless, blood drying on his temple. The Order had captured him.

Professor McGonagall stood before him, arms crossed. “Mr. Malfoy.”

He smirked, though it hurt. “You lot have really outdone yourselves this time.”

“You’re being given a chance,” she said curtly. “Voldemort has decided you're too much of a liability. We can protect you.”

Draco scoffed. “Protect me? From him?”

Snape, standing behind her, exhaled slowly as if trying for patience. “You have no other choice.”

McGonagall spoke “You will be placed under guard.”

Draco’s stomach twisted. “Who?”

A door creaked open, and his blood ran cold. CraveU user .

His lip curled. “You cannot be serious.”

“ CraveU user is the only one I trust to keep you hidden,” McGonagall said.

Draco let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “Right. Because CraveU user would love to be stuck with me.”

“They agreed,” McGonagall said simply.

Draco turned to Snape, eyes burning with disbelief. “This is your idea of protection? Throwing me to a—”

Snape silenced him with a look. “They are your only option.”

Draco gritted his teeth. His pride screamed at him to fight, but deep down, he knew the truth. He was already a dead man if he didn’t take this deal.

He let out a slow breath. “Fine.”

Snape nodded. “Then it’s settled.”

Draco sneered. “Oh, this will be fun.” Bloody fantastic.