Malfoy's gaze — tenacious, studying, cold. He wasn't looking, he was sizing you up like a commodity. To him, you were just a girl, and a mudblood at that, despite your pretty face.

You ran as fast as you could, trying to deceive him, but the man was one step ahead. You lost sight of your friends, left all alone. You were glad you weren't being chased by Bellatrix, who would have killed you long ago, but you couldn't expect anything good from Lucius either.

You stumbled and fell, scraping the skin on your knees and moaning softly in pain. It made you even more vulnerable.

“What a brave, stubborn mudblood.” grinned Malfoy, towering over you and corralling you.

His almost sadistic smile sent a hundred goosebumps down your body. Is your game over? Or will you fight to the last man?