A/N: Hello hello hello. So this is my 3rd attempt at a fanfiction because I basically got bored/fed up/ensure of the other two and scrapped them. It is writing in quite a different tone as my others. I got bitten by the plot bunny at 2 in the morning and I couldn't stop writing it. I have changed some of it since then and I hope it is not too shoddy and that you can't tell that it was written between 2 and 4 in the morning ;')

I hope you all like it and please review.

Without further ado.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and any characters, places, items or magic I might make up, the rest is all from the fabulous J. .

It was cold. It shouldn't have been cold.

She had cast and recast many heating charms throughout the chilly winter Sunday. Hell, she had even gone as far as putting on the muggle heating in her London apartment. Hermione never usually felt the cold, but it was a snowstorm after all.

She moved her arm slightly, reaching for her blanket. She couldn't grab it. She must have pushed it off the bed again and that was why she was so damn chilly.

She rolled over and was about to lean over the side of her bed to re-claim her quilt when she realised that she was not on her bed.

She was on a floor, and an icy, hard, stone floor at that.

She could feel bits of straw on the parts of her ankles that had eluded capture from her pyjama bottoms.

As well as the straw, she could feel panic settling in.

The kind of panic that to your ignorance, creeps up on you, very slowly until it has wrapped around your heart and frozen you to the spot.

A wave of an entirely different emotion washed over her as she rolled back over and could feel her wand dig into her hip.

Whoever or whatever had taken her might have been a conniving, sneaky evil women snatcher but they weren't that conniving or sneaky to leave her with a bigger weapon than they could realise.

A logical Hermione kept prisoner in your lair without a wand could be a potential problem. A logical Hermione kept prisoner in your lair with a wand was a problem. A very big problem.

She checked her wrists and ankles and was less convinced that she had been kidnapped when she came to the realisation that there were no manacles attached to them. She wanted to get up and move to test for magical restraints but stayed on the floor in case of tripping a ward.

Removing her wand from its hiding place, Hermione cast a quick Homenum Revelio to see if there was anyone in the vicinity.

There was.

The panic that had settled over her intensified and seemed to clutch at her in an iron like, menacing grip.

She then cast a Stealth Sensoring Spell to make sure there was nobody magically disguised or hidden in her new prison. There was not and she allowed herself a small respite from her panic.

She wanted to apparate but she knew it was a foolish desire and her captor would be alerted to the attempt.

Her senses seemed to have strengthened as she could hear distant footsteps coming closer. Placing her wand back in her underwear, she took up her earlier position and pretended to sleep.

The sound of metal scraping against metal filled her ears as whoever was on the other side of her prison unlocked the battered looking steel door. It swung open whilst sounding like it was in monumental pain.

She didn't dare to breath.

Footsteps came closer, leather shoes entered the vision of her almost-closed eyes.

Her captor leant down and stared almost sorrowfully at her face. She couldn't help the hiss that came out of her mouth.

'Malfoy.'

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He'd needed to go check on her for about an hour now.

He was putting it off.

Her anger would be inevitable, she would shout at him and knowing her, try to slap him.

She wouldn't understand why he'd 'kidnapped' her and who could blame her. He had plucked her sleeping form out of her nice warm bed as if she was his for the taking. How could he go down to see her?

Unfortunately it was inevitable.

'Coward' he whispered too himself.

He had faced worse things than a tired and enraged Hermione Granger. He'd looked death in the face for God's sake.

Sighing he got up from his chair and slowly made his way to the dungeons. He took his time opening the complex locks and as soon as he entered the unwelcoming room he knew that she was awake.

Leaning down, he looked at her face and expected worse than a hiss of his name to escape her lips.

'Hermione, I-'

'Don't you dare call me that, don't you dare' the venom in her voice shocked him to the core, and he was no stranger to venom.

He needed to somehow calm her without making her work herself up even more.

She was reaching for her wand.

It was going to get out of hand.

'Expelliarmus.'

The wand landed neatly in his palm and he took the time to study the long, thin, intricate piece of wood.

Foolish move, Malfoy.

She lunged at him, using all her strength and pent up rage, clawing at his face trying to hurt him enough that she would have some time to get away. All thoughts of a plan left her head.

I just need to get away. She thought.

In the commotion his face was scratched and he was monetarily caught off guard. She grasped the opportunity and wrenched her wand out of his hand, making a move towards the door.

'Shit' Malfoy spat, the blood on his cheek drying quickly. He tried to get up as fast as he could but she was already through the door.

He needed to find her before they came. They would not be pleased…

Or would they?

She was what they wanted after all and maybe they would think he was trying to redeem the Malfoy name.

No time to dwell, he thought and he moved swiftly out the door. Through the darkness of the corridor he could see her running towards the stairs with her back to him.

No doubt she thought she'd done more damage than she actually had.

He had become somewhat of a master and non-verbal and wand-less magic. He put these new skills to practice and send a silent Stupefy her way. She wasn't expecting it. She fell like a bag of bricks.

He stalked towards her slumped form and flicked his wand upwards. Ropes shot out and wrapped around wrists and ankles, binding them together.

I knew I should have tied her up.

Draco sighed as he picked her up and slung her over his shoulder. He walked quickly to the apparition room burrowed deep in the foundations of Malfoy Manor. Not many people knew about it and it was difficult to find, even to those who knew the Manors corridors well.

He got to the door and could feel his dark mark burn. He knew they were on their way.

He gently lowered her to the floor, pulled out a little silver dagger and made a small cut on the soft pad of his left index finger, rubbing it against the door. He muttered an incantation and pressed his wand against the door.

It swung open in an almost bored fashion.

The shock that ran through him when he looked down and she wasn't there was like nothing he'd ever felt before.

Draco was about to run back down the corridor to see how on earth she had got away, when he noticed her trying to crawl off not-so-discreetly in a feeble attempt at escaping.

To say that the site was comical would have been an understatement.

He doubled over with laughter and she turned her head to glare at him.

'This is not funny ferret' She spat, putting all the hatred she felt for him into her words.

The words sobered him and he walked over to her, picking her up and slinging her back over his shoulder.

After she had been placed on to the apparition spot, she stared around the room in wonder. She hadn't realised that you could apparate in and out of Malfoy Manor.

'Not many people know about this place' He spoke to her softly, too softly.

'Malfoy, you're kidnapping me, don't speak to me so flamboyantly.' She sighed. 'Can you just hurry up, please?' She added, sounding disinterested in the whole affair.

She's still the same from Hogwarts. He thought, with a huff.

He looked at the complex dials and set the first one from 'idle' to 'apparate'. He then set the timer to last a minute, so that after they'd gone the room would be just a room again.

Standing next to her, Draco thought of mint green summer grass and a rundown old shack. He then apparated them away to his safe house.

A/N: So that was the first chapter and yeah, I hope to hear your views on it. Any parts written in italics are inner dialogues. I apologise for any mistakes I have read through it many a time, and also sorry for like the swearing in case it offends anyone, because it's a kind of serious fanfiction I felt like it would be sort of appropriate (u feel?). Again thank you and I shall try to update soon! :)