Note: Welcome to the sequel of Never What I Want! I know I was going to send it to some people; but there were too many to send it individually and it required a lot of work... so I'm going to just post it now! I just finished it, and Chapter 2 will be on its way in a day orr two, maybe three; but again, I have short chapters. So... yeah.

Anyway, thanks soo much for getting my reviews on Never What I Want to over 500! If you haven't read it yet; GO! You won't get this story then. :)

So... without further ado... Chapter 1 of I Want You.

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Chapter 1


My head throbbed. I didn't know where it was. Everything hurt. My ribs ached in my chest, my legs were cold and sore. I took in a shaky breath, only to release it due to the pain it caused me.

I opened my eyes, trying to figure out where I was. I was surrounded by darkness. Nothing but darkness and a musty smell. I coughed as I inhaled again, spewing dust into my eyes. Out of instinct, I reached down to brush my chest off; I remembered I was in sweatpants. I'd been going to sleep with Hermione, when I'd heard a noise… I didn't know what it was. I just remembered that everything went black.

When I brushed off the dust, I felt smooth fabric. Wherever I was, I now had a shirt on. I tried to sit up, but my head whirled.

"Hello?" I called, my voice crackling. I tried to swallow, but it hurt. My mouth was dry and sand-papery. I coughed as dust found its way down my throat.

I waited a few moments, but nobody was coming. Nobody was going to take me from wherever I was.

After another few minutes, my stomach grumbled. I remembered that I should have my wand on me. I dove into my pants pockets, only the fabric wasn't the same. It was sleek and my hand brushed over it smoothly. I couldn't tell what it was. And my wand was definitely not there.

"Hello?" I tried again. My crackly voice echoed around the room. Still, no one came.

I curled back up into a ball, holding myself close together, and slowly drifted into a restless sleep.

The next time I woke up, a dim light filtered in through a hole in the wall, casting an eerie shade to the room. I still couldn't make out the corners, and only a stripe of ground was lit up, but it was enough to see a tray of food that sat in the middle of the room.

I cautiously approached the plastic tray, smelling the air. It was still extremely musty, but a light aroma of chicken now laced the air. I licked my crackled lips in anticipation of the meal. I was starving.

I picked up a piece of chicken, and in the light, I could see that my hands were covered in dirt. I would have preferred to wash them, but there was nowhere to wash my hands, and I was too hungry to care. I quickly finished the plate of food, and sat back on the ground, my stomach comfortably full.

I took note of what I was wearing; black robes that went to my lower calves over black trousers. I didn't remember changing into them.

"Hello?" I called again. My voice was still crackly from lack of use, but it was slightly better than before. I reached for a water glass that I hadn't noticed sitting next to my now empty tray, and downed it in three gulps.

Suddenly, my vision blurred, and I lost consciousness.

I awoke in a sitting position, my head surprisingly clear and my throat no longer dry and sore. My lips were still crackly, but I felt much better than I had before. I reached up to move a piece of hair from tickling me on my forehead, but found I was bound to a chair. I groaned aloud. Whoever these people were, they really didn't want me to be able to move at my own free will.

I waited for what felt like hours before a door opened, basking the back of my neck in heat. I fidgeted in my chair, but nothing happened. I couldn't see who was approaching.

The soft clicking of heels echoed behind me, following by another pair of heavier footsteps. The sound echoed in my head, bouncing off the walls and back at each other. I wanted Hermione. I wanted her to hug me and tell me everything would be all right.

"Hello, Draco." A cruel voice rung out behind me. I recognized the voice… but from where? "Are you hungry?"

I nodded, but the person didn't respond. "Yes." I croaked out. My stomach was growling again.

"You'll be fed in time." The same voice replied. Why wasn't the other person talking? I desperately wanted to know who was behind me, and what they were planning on doing.

"Why am I here?" I asked.

"DON'T ASK QUESTIONS." The cruel voice shouted. Suddenly, a wave of pain exploded through me, tearing through my body. Fire… fire licked at my insides, burning. I was burning… I was going to explode. My heart was on fire. Pain, searing, pain. Agony. Exploding in my chest… my legs… my arms. My head.

Suddenly, the pain lifted.

"You are weak." The voice commented. The clicking of the same heels I'd heard moved closer. "Too weak." It added quietly. "What are we supposed to do with you?"

I gulped. "Let me go." I suggested.

"Do not speak!" the voice bellowed. Another wave of pain shot through my body, not as strong as the first, and it ended sooner. Still, I was left panting.

"Untie him." The voice ordered. "But if he turns around, kill him."

So I still wasn't meant to see anyone. And I wasn't going to risk it; I had a feeling this person was used to doing exactly that.

I felt my arms loosen, and I pulled them out of the ropes. I rubbed my wrists. Then, my ankles were untied. I sighed a sigh of relief, and tried to stand. My legs buckled out from under me, and the cruel voice let out an equally as cruel laugh.

"I would sit still, if I were you." It hissed. The heels clicked closer.

"What did you do to me?" I asked, still panting. I didn't think about what was coming next until after I spoke. A wave of pain flowed through me again, and I let out a shriek of pain. I doubled over, clutching my stomach as I shook uncontrollably. The pain was so strong… I was going to burst. Then the pain disappeared once more.

"I said don't ask any questions." The voice snapped. "But, since you asked so politely, I'll tell you." It sneered.

I pushed up on my hands, and sat there panting on my hands and knees. The pain was taking a toll on me. Cruciatus Curse… I only knew one person who was so talented with it. But I knew it wasn't them… they were imprisoned in Azkaban. I easily pushed the thought away, and went back to wondering who was holding me captive.

"That water wasn't water, Draco. It was a potion. That's why you fainted." The cruel sound rang in my ears. "And in a few hours, it'll eat you from the inside out." It paused to let it sink in. "Unless you're given the antidote. Which we have. But, you'll only get that; if you agree to join forces."

I gulped. It didn't sound like something I'd want to do.

"Now you must wait until he arrives." The cold voice hissed, moving around to stand in front of me. I couldn't look up. It required too much effort. So all I saw were a pair of dark black boots with spiky heels, laced in the front.

I gulped. I wanted to know who he was. But I wasn't going to ask. I knew I'd get hit with another wave of pain.

The clicking sound reoccurred, but this time leaving. I listened until it faded away completely, and then collapsed to the ground as I was engulfed in darkness once more.