Disclaimer: I don not own Harry Potter, or any of its characters. However, I do own a certain blonde Slytherin and he's locked up in my basement, pounding on the door.

Captive

Hermione's POV

My eyes flutter open and a dank smell fills my nose. I feel a hard tugging on my wrists and ankles and see that there are shackles on them. Thick red lines run across my wrists.

In the middle of the room where I am, a tall, blonde haired, grey eyed man stands, sneering. He is looking at me smugly and seems to be filled with hate.

"Draco!" I ask. "Why am I here?"

Draco looked at me maliciously. "The little know-it-all mud-blood can't figure out why she's being held captive? Well, I guess I'll just have to tell her, then."

"Do you remember when we had that transfiguration assignment, and I failed because you wouldn't help me? Or that time during the Quidditch match when you hexed me? A little evil for the Mud-blood, right?

"Well, I want revenge, and I'm going to get it! You will be my personal slave until you die, or until I die, as a matter-of-fact."

"But why would you do that, Draco? I haven't really done anything to hurt you, have I?" I said, not knowing that this would make him even more outraged.

Draco's face reddened, and eyes narrowed, he said, "Oh, really? Well, guess what. You have. And you will pay. Oh, yes, you will pay."

"Fine, but can I at least come down from here? My wrists are really sore, and I doubt I'll be able to do anything with sore wrists," I said.

Draco considered this for a moment and then nodded. He put his white hand into the pocket of his robe and pulled out a small, metal key. He pushed the key in to each of the four shackles' keyholes.

I fell to the floor with a thump, and my wrists, already sore from the shackles, now bled slowly and steadily.

Draco pulled abruptly on my arm and led me quickly out of the dungeon where I was being held captive. We arrived at a locked cell door in another dungeon and Draco thrust me into it, locking the door.

"Some clothes have been laid out for you in the bathroom. There is a shower and some soap there for you to wash with." With that, Draco left, not even pausing to look back.

I sat on my bed, a small, lumpy twin with one thin, ratty blanket. It felt weird under my body when I sat down.

I walked to the bathroom and noticed a shower. As I turned the water on, I let the gentle flow of hot water rush over me with my clothes on.

Draco appeared and I turned the shower off, soaking wet, and found a towel to wipe my face on.

"All right, Granger. I have a little something for you upstairs. Stop by later and pick it up. I'll leave your cell open. Bye." Draco disappeared and I started to dress myself in the clothes Draco had provided for me; a black tank top with hot pink hearts on it, a pair of tight fitting jeans and hot pink high tops.

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I know it's a cliffhanger, but I have to eat dinner, you know. I'll try to update soon.