Hermione Granger looked up at the ceiling and had no idea where she was. Well, that wasn't quite true; she was lying in a comfortable bed in what appeared to be a grand stately home. She was still wearing her school clothes, except her shoes and that was that. She had no recollection of the night before or how she got where she was. All it all, it was a complete bother. N.E.W.T.S were coming up and this was no time to be away from school, lounging in bed doing nothing. She shifted until she was sitting up and took a better look around the room. There was a large bookshelf that contained several Muggle titles, a bedside table and an empty fireplace. It was clearly a guest room.
Throwing the heavy duvet from her body, she swung her legs out from the bed and stood up. The think carpet cushioned her every step as she walked to the door. Once there, she placed her hand on the knob and turned it. It rattled but refused to open. Locked in then. Sighing, she returned to the bed and sat on it. She pushed fuzzy curls from her face and looked around. None of her possessions were there, not even her wand. There was nothing to do but wait until her captor returned and unlocked the door. The idea that she had been captured was not lost on her at all, why else would the door be locked? She pulled a book from the shelf, Wuthering Heights, and flicked it open. If she had to wait, she may as well read something while she was at it.
Hours passed. As soon as she heard the door knob turn, she placed the book to once side, sat up on the bed and faced the door. She fixed her best glare on her face as the heavy wooden door swung slowly open. When she saw who hurried through the doorway, her mouth hung open and she couldn't stop staring.
"Merlin's breath! You!" she whispered.
"Close your mouth Granger, you look like an idiot."
She clamped her mouth closed but continued to stare at her captor. He pushed platinum blonde hair from his face and glared right back at her, "What are you doing here?" she demanded.
"I live here," he retorted.
"Oh. Then why am I here?"
"You're here because of an experiment the Dark Lord is carrying out. I'm here because my father wants me to keep an eye on you." Draco replied, "I can't see why one of the servants doesn't do it, you're the last person I want to spend time with."
"What experiment?" Hermione asked. Whatever it was, it couldn't be good. Draco's mouth turned into a sort of sneer and a laugh barked from his mouth.
"We'll soon see if it worked or not." Hermione swallowed. "Come with me," he said.
Hermione pushed herself from the bed and followed Draco out of the room. What choice did she have?