The room was dark. It was unimaginably dark. Hermione Granger couldn't see at all. There were no windows and only one door. The door was magically sealed to shock her every time she touched it. She didn't have her wand to fix it, so she sat in the corner and cried. Every time the door opened she knew it meant more pain. The door opened.
She knew it was the one who hurt her, the one who raped her. She knew it was Voldemort. He always came at the same time every day. The pain she felt, the blood the bruises. He never gave them time to heal. It was the same thing everyday. They brought her food, they gave her a bath, and they raped her. The next hour Draco came in, cleaned her, healed her, and left. Voldemort came in everyday at 6:00 PM. She could kind of hear the clock in the hall that she had never seen. She didn't know if any of the Order of the Phoenix was alive or not.
One day she heard a lot of yelling, an ambush. The order, or some of them, was still alive. They had had a spy after Snape had been killed. Draco Malfoy was that spy. She had no idea that her savior would be the one she thought she hated. She heard the door open.
He walked over to her, picked her up, and took her from the room. She was too weak to fight him. She knew it wasn't Ron or Harry, she had watched both of them be killed by Voldemort. She wondered who had taken her from the room. The three words she heard, 'I love you', were uttered in a barely audible whisper.
She opened her eyes, but the light hurt them. She couldn't walk, she couldn't talk, she could barely breath. Then she felt the warmth of the sun on her face. She heard the sounds of birds chirping and water running. 'Is this person going to drown me?' she thought as the water got louder. Then she was set down on the warm ground. She was cleaned up and healed. She was saved…
