A/N: Helloooo all my readers. I am sorry about the long time it took me to update, I have been having issues getting this chapter published on another site because apparently its central theme is slavery, because when Bailee says sarcastically that she belongs to Draco and then contradicts the statement, this is considered as a slavery issue (?) which I disagree with and this is completely redundant as the actual Harry Potter novels contain real slavery in relation to house elves. I have explained that the central theme is in fact Stockholm syndrome, but haven't received a reply yet, and my story is still being hidden on that site. So I thought what the hell and went ahead and published it on this site.

Anyway, enough ranting, on with the show!

Disclaimer: Still not mine. J K Rowling owns all.

Chapter Four – Answers

Edited: January 2015

Bailee P.O.V

He released my wrists with disgust and I dropped to the floor, in a heap against the wall. He slammed out of the room and I could hear him securing the door tightly, making sure I wouldn't go wandering the halls again I expect. It was only a few seconds after I heard his footsteps stomp away that I broke down. What had I ever done to deserve this?

Here I was in a huge mansion, with no escape. And these people… these people, they couldn't be human could they? They had a power over me; they could control my body and my actions. They could cause me great pain and misery by just pointing a stupid fucking stick in my face. There are strange creatures that bow to them and call them 'master'.

Where the fuck was I? What was going to happen to me? Whatever the reason I am here for couldn't be good. The older man had said I was a gift to the younger one, what century were these people living in? People weren't toys to be played with; you'd think they were living in medieval times with this brutality.

He had said I was missing out on beatings and rape… rape, oh my god how the hell had I got in this situation. I let the tears stream down my face as I still sat huddled on the floor. I didn't want to think about it anymore, I pushed myself up into a standing position.

I tried the balcony doors again, and the window in the bathroom… nothing, both locked tight. I sighed and looked around the room again for something heavy I could use to maybe bust the door handle on the balcony. This guy seemed to have a lot of massive, intimidating looking books.

After countless attempts, using different books and objects I could find, I gave up. No matter what I did to the doors, they didn't even show a sign of strain.

I was losing track of my days, how long had I been held captive in this house? Not that long I don't think, I had only spent one night. My family would be worried sick by now, I wondered if they had called the police and were looking for me. I hope Sparky got home alright, I guess he would have freaked my parents out quite a bit when he turned up without me.

What if they thought someone had murdered me? That thought made me feel sick to the stomach, I needed to find a way home, but it seemed impossible. With their stupid fucking powers, everywhere was locked tighter than a safe.

At least not everyone in this place was horrible. A woman walked in this morning and got all flustered when she saw me. She apologized and rushed away, I guess she got the wrong impression. Well what other conclusion could she have come to? She had the same white blonde hair so I am assuming she is related to the younger guy, perhaps his Mother. When she rushed out, she left the door open and I had gotten my hopes up of escaping, only to have them crushed again when the guy dragged me back in here… I won't let that happen again.

The sun was shining in through the windows, no matter how light the sun was it wouldn't brighten up my mood. It's amazing how normal and beautiful the world looked, when I felt so terrified inside, yet the sun still beamed down on the world brightly. The beauty of the day was making a mockery of my misery. I pulled the curtains closed.

I stomach rumbled loudly. I was starting to feel weak; I hadn't eaten in what seemed like weeks, when in reality it was only a day. I went to the guy's bed and laid back on it, despite my horrible situation, I wished I had this bed at home, it was so comfortable. I could start to feel my eyes drooping. Maybe I could dream that I was back home, doing normal stuff, stuff I had taken for granted – watching TV, arguing with my brother. I would take anything over this place. Before I realised it was happening, my eyes had closed and I was fast asleep, my tiredness and hunger catching up to me.

The tickling feeling of soft fabric running over my bear arms roused me from sleep. I opened my eyes to see nothing but blackness. But after a few seconds when my eyes adjusted I saw the man I belonged to hovering over me. (A/N: This is apparently Bailee saying she is a slave...)

I felt panic shoot through me, only to immediately be replaced by fury, I belonged to no one! I shoved him as hard as I could and was across the other side of the bedroom before I could even comprehend what my actions could cause. I already knew this man had a short temper.

The man did nothing though, just sighed and ran one of his hands through his white blonde hair. He looked troubled; he had dark circles under his eyes and a thin layer of stubble across his chin. Good, I hope he was suffering just as much as I was.

I watched him like a hawk as he walked over to the curtains and pulled them open once more, the sun was setting now, filling the room with a deep orange glow. He was silent, looking out the window. I kept my eyes on him, if he was going to try something with me; I was going to do my best to stop him.

He opened his mouth and closed it again. He did this a few more times before he managed to let the words out. "I'm sorry for scaring you yesterday." He said quietly, not taking his eyes away from the outside world.

I didn't trust myself to speak currently; the rage building up inside me wouldn't cause any good outcomes. He seemed to be far less dangerous than his Father at least, but that meant nothing to me, just because he is less dangerous, doesn't mean he isn't dangerous.

He turned to me now, after several long moments of my silence. He looked me up and down and his eyes seemed to soften. "I think you have the right to know that I'm not going to hurt you in any way. I give you my word on that." His voice was deep and his gaze penetrating. Was he serious? There was no way for me to tell.

"I'm not sure I believe you." I said so quietly that I'm not even sure if he heard me. "I certainly can't trust you…" I added as an afterthought, tilting my chin up stubbornly.

He let out a long breathe. I didn't know who was more nervous, him or me? "That's probably very wise of you," he said with a nervous chuckle. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "So, what's your name? I can't just keep calling you 'girl' can I?"

"Are you really trying to small-talk me?" I asked in disbelieve, who was he trying to fool?

I saw him clench his fists in annoyance, and shake his head; he gave me a long, hard look. I returned it with the same intensity… or I tried to at least. I was trying desperately to be brave, when I really felt like breaking down again.

"Oh for Merlin's sake…" He slammed his hand into the wood of the balcony door in frustration, and I took a step back just in case, he certainly did have a short temper. He saw me shrink back a little and his face changed instantly, becoming softer once again, yet he still had a hard edge to him which I didn't trust. "Okay, I'm sorry, I'll go first. My name is Draco Malfoy. You are currently in Malfoy Manor."

My lips twitched upwards despite the dire situation, I couldn't help myself. I mean… 'Draco', my god his parents must have not liked him too much. Before I could stop myself I let out a little snigger before promptly shutting my mouth.

"What's so funny?" He asked in genuine confusion.

"Your name. Draco… it's certainly," I paused, considering the current situation; I really didn't want to piss him off and trigger his temper again, and you know start slamming me into walls like he had just hours ago. "It's certainly unique." I finished lamely.

He didn't seem angered in the least, he actually just smirked. "I suppose it would be… for a muggle anyhow."

There's that word again, muggle. He seemed to want to come to some sort of civil arrangement, I mean he was asking my name. Hey, no time like the present. "What does that mean?" He looked at me with confusion. "Muggle?" I elaborated.

He sighed and rubbed his forehead. "How about, you answer my questions and I will answer yours?"

I nodded, that seemed reasonable I suppose.

"Okay, your name?"

Here we go. "I'm not going to tell you my name." Why should I? That would be given him personal details about me, he could look for me again if I ever got out of this place.

He let out a frustrated noise and turned to look out the window again, flexing his knuckles. He composed himself before looking at me once more. "Fine, if you want to be stubborn. How old are you?"

I considered it, I mean, I was being stubborn but I was also trying to be smart about this. "I'm not being stubborn; I just don't want to tell you any personal details… I'm eighteen." I'm sure there were plenty of short, brunette girls my age in England; he wouldn't be able to track me down from just my age. "How old are you?" I added on as an afterthought, he looked too old to be a teenager, but he couldn't have been much older.

"I turned twenty-two last week."

Anger flared up inside me, I was brought here as a gift for this Draco Malfoy, a bloody birthday gift. "What kind of twisted place is this? That's why your disgusting Father kidnapped me, as a fucking birthday gift for you?!" My voice was raising, he picked the wrong girl if he wanted someone to roll over and obey. I stalked over and sat on the bed, trying to put some distance between us, before I lashed out. I wanted to go home!

He had the nerve to look sorry! He cautiously came towards me, while I sat fuming on the bed. "I never wanted you or anyone to be kidnapped, I didn't even know it was happening and I certainly do not want you here."

"Then let me go!" I pleaded, tears threatening to fill my eyes. I missed home so much, just the thought of it made me break down.

He shook his head, almost like he was feeling guilty… almost. "It isn't that easy, my Father would find out, and I cannot be seen as being merciful."

"Why not?" I asked towards the opposite wall, I didn't want him to see the tears in my eyes.

"Because… this is a cruel time to be alive. If he finds out that I have shown a muggle kindness, then it will be my life on the line."

"If who finds out, your Father? And what is a muggle?!"

"No, not my Father, Lord Vold-" he quickly stopped himself and shook his head, not even bothering to acknowledge my second question.

I turned to him now and tried to look intimidating, but he held my gaze, making my version of 'intimidating' shrink in comparison. There was something about him, his gray eyes that seemed sincere, I really didn't trust him, but something about him made me really want to. I swallowed the knot that seemed to be stuck in my throat; I needed to snap out of it.

"What are you?" I whispered, still holding his gaze, "You can do things; crazy, impossible things with just a stick. Tell me what you are." I needed to know.

He sat on the end of the bed, turning to look at me. "That is complicated. Let's just say, there is a whole other world that muggles – you – are not aware of."

"But you're not going to tell me about it are you? Or even what a muggle is."

"Not today." He nodded, in finality.

I narrowed my eyes. "Fine, then I guess you can do without knowing my name then." I folded my arms across my chest and looked in a different direction. I realised I probably looked like a child, but I didn't really care at the moment. The angry illusion I was trying to create was broken by the loud rumbling of my stomach, I groaned in annoyance.

I heard him chuckle and his weight lift from the end of the bed. "I will sleep in a guest bedroom tonight, but only as a courtesy. This is my bedroom and I don't want my Father suspecting anything when he finds out I am not sleeping in it."

My eyes widened at the thought of him in the same room as me as I slept. He must have seen my expression as he smirked down at me, from his now standing position. "Don't worry, I will get you a blanket and pillow for the couch."

I rolled my eyes; of course I would get the couch. "How gentlemanly of you." I grumbled more to myself than to him.

"Well, why should I give up my bed for a girl I don't even know the name of?" I could just feel his smirk growing, even as I refused to look at him.

I could feel a shift in his attitude as if it were as obvious as the temperature dropping. He seemed less light hearted all of a sudden, I lifted my eyes to his to find them piercing directly at me, I could feel myself holding my breath, his eyes were so striking. Snap out of it!

"I am going to lock the door, but in case you do somehow find an escape, I am warning you to not leave this room." He said intensely.

"And why would I do that?" I murmured, practically tearing myself away from those eyes.

"Just trust me."

"Trust you?" I scoffed. That was a BIG ask.

"We have some… friends coming over tonight, friends that would make my Father look like a Saint. Do not leave this room." With that daunting warning he strode out of the room, and I could hear the click of the lock securing the door.

I stared at the door, wondering exactly what kind of friends would be worse than his Father, and why he felt the need to protect me from finding out.

Despite his warnings and the nagging fear it left within me, I slept surprisingly well, I needed that sleep. I woke up to a delicious smell invading my nostrils; I stretched and searched the room to locate the smell. There was a shining silver tray, with a hot plate of breakfast. It was simply toast with egg and bacon, and it smelt heavenly. I looked at it cautiously, tilting my head from side to side as if examining it, what are the chances of it being poisoned?

"It's not poisoned." A voice said from my right, echoing my thoughts. I wondered if that was another ability, mind reading… I really hope not.

I squeaked and leapt out of the bed. He, Draco, was sat in the chair on the balcony, dressed in what looked like silk pyjamas and reading a book in the morning sun. He must move silently because I didn't hear him come into the room, nor open the balcony doors.

I tentatively grabbed a rasher of bacon and took a small bite. I hummed in appreciation; this was the first meal I had eaten in what seemed like forever. Draco was watching me out the corner of his eye as I took a larger bite, sighing in delight at the taste of the crispy bacon.

"I was going to apologise at the horrible quality of the breakfast, as I cooked it myself so my Father wouldn't find out, but it would seem that you are enjoying it." He said, sounding rather pleased with himself.

"It's heavenly." I said simply with my mouth half full.

He shook his head, his lips tilting upwards slightly. "Well, while you eat, I am going to shower. It is my bathroom after all and all my things are in there." I didn't answer him, just continued enjoying the food. "Don't try and jump off the balcony." He said before he disappeared behind the bathroom door.

I stopped eating at that, and went onto the balcony. The view of the Manor's gardens and the surrounding country side were stunning. I could see for miles… because I was about four floors high, brilliant.

I glanced back at the bed sheets, imagining tying them together and descending like they did in the movies. But I immediately discarded that thought, knowing my luck I would just fall and kill myself instead of escaping.

I returned to my breakfast and ate at record speed. After I was finished, I looked at the empty plate. He said he had cooked it himself in secret, why would he go to so much effort for a 'prisoner'? I glanced at the cutlery lying on the plate, a knife and fork, but it was a blunt dinner knife, nothing I could use as a decent weapon.

With my stomach full, I felt much better, I thought back to the conversation I had with him yesterday. I felt so torn, there was just something about him that screamed 'you can trust me' and I really wanted to believe it, but knew I shouldn't. Maybe having a 'friend' so to speak wouldn't be such a bad idea though. He didn't seem to want me here and he said he wouldn't hurt me, maybe if he could do it in secret; he could help me get out of here.

The bathroom door opened then and he came out in nothing but a towel again, his pyjamas slung over one arm. I was reminded of the first night I spent in this room. He had removed the towel completely and not given a damn, I had to admit I was thankful I was 'given' to Draco and not his evil, disgusting Father. At least the younger Malfoy was easy on the eyes. I really REALLY hoped he couldn't read my mind… I blushed at the thought.

I quickly looked away from him. "Thank you for the food." I said quietly as he locked the balcony door again. I still didn't know what to think about that oddly kind gesture, I was expecting stale bread and water, or nothing at all.

"Don't mention it." He replied as he went to leave the room now.

The door was just about to shut when I made a decision; I looked at the empty plate in front of me in gratitude and called just loud enough for him to hear. "Bailee."

He opened the door and stood in the frame, giving me the perfect view of his body that I had been trying to avoid looking at. Damn. He just looked at me and raised a questioning eyebrow. "Bailee?"

I nodded. "My name, it's Bailee."

He smirked and inclined his head. "Nice to meet you Bailee."

I gave a wary smile in his direction before pretending to busy myself with smoothing out his bed sheets. I heard a deep chuckle as the door closed, followed by the familiar click of the lock sliding into place.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Fucking hell, damn physical attraction. Just because he is good to look at does NOT mean he is a good person. Yesterday he was slamming me into walls and claiming he wasn't going to beat me… yet.

"Well, shit…" I flopped back down onto the bed, enjoying the feeling of my full stomach.

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~ Laura