Alright so, I thought I'd try my shot at a broken Hermione. Her character in the next few chapters is LOOSELY based off of Sara from Prison Break. This fic is going to be very dark in the first few chapter so I will warn you now. Mentions of suicide, self inflicting wounds, drug abuse and alcohol abuse. This story will be rated M for those reasons. Quite possibly sex but I have yet to write those chapter and I haven't decided yet.

I wasn't going to post this story until I had more chapters written but I'm sitting at home bored because I have three days off of work. I don't know how fast I will post for this story. It won't be everyday like The best is yet to come. But hopefully it'll be every few days.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I just love to write about it.

And as always, I'm working without a BETA so excuse the mistakes. I try to read over the chapters five times before I post them up.

Prologue

Hermione was nauseous and dizzy. The room was beginning to spin as she attempted to sit up but her body had other ideas. She suddenly vomited. She hated feeling this way. She wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her jacket and slowly looked around. Trying to not make the same mistake twice.

She was in a Dungeon; no windows the only light that lit up the room was a small lantern hanging just above her head. She needed to reach it, she wanted to reach it. She needed to die the pain she felt was agonizing. She wanted to end it, she needed to end it.

She gripped the wall as she tried to stand up but there was nothing to grab. Her legs were like jelly which gave way every time she tried to stand on them.

She lay back down on the cold hard ground, she started to cry. All she wanted to do was die. She turned onto her back and watched as the lantern started to flicker away. Or maybe it was her eyes closing.

She woke up to the sound of the dungeon door opening. She had no idea how long she had been asleep for since there were no windows or a clock.

Hermione counted the footsteps as they drew nearer.

Thirteen.

It took thirteen steps to get from the door to her. Which meant she was pretty far from the door. She peaked open her eyes, brown dragon hide shoes were staring her right in the face. Her gaze shifted up to the man who was now kneeling in front of her.

"You're awake."

She tried to speak but only a groan came out. She felt his hand touch her face for a split second it was freezing cold.

"You're sweating and shaking." He walked away from her.

He was right, she slowly touched her face, and the sweat was dripping down. She then watched as her hand was shaking in front of her very eyes. She hadn't noticed because she was in too much pain.

He came back and helped her to sit up. He picked up her hand and placed a cold glass of water in it. She would have dropped it if it weren't for him still holding onto it. He helped her to bring it to her lips. She immediately started slurping it up. Her tremors were not helping her at all.

He took the glass away and immediately started to dab away the beads of sweat that were running down her face with a towel.

"Open your mouth." He spoke once more. She heard a small clatter but did as she was told. He then slipped a spoon full of warmth into her mouth. She immediately recognized the taste. He was spoon feeding her oatmeal.

He thought about giving her some real food but he knew that she wasn't strong enough to chew any sort of solid food yet.

This man was helping her, he was hand feeding her and he was helping to cure her. This man cared for her.

This man was Draco Malfoy.

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She couldn't believe it, she had been locked in his dungeon for who knows how long and she was still feeling like shit. Though she could now sit up on her own without vomiting, she was still shaking a bit with some chills. She calculated the number of times he came in to feed her, to take her to the bathroom and to just check up on her. He fed her three different meals; oatmeal, sandwiches and then some pasta. Easy to eat and easy to go down. They came in that order three times in a row. She figured breakfast, lunch and dinner.

She figured out that she had been down in his dungeons for about three days now. Three days she spent out of the sunlight, three days she spent away from work and three days she spent without her friends and family. She began to cry as she remembered her friends and family. She hurt them by hurting herself.

This was for the best she assumed, though it felt like hell.

The dungeon door swung open and in walked Draco Malfoy with a tray of food.

Breakfast time.

Though this time it wasn't her usual oatmeal. It was eggs, bacon and toast. She tried to smile at the delicious smells but she couldn't get it through her head why this man was helping her.

"I thought you might like a change in the menu." He sat down in front of her and picked up a piece of bacon bringing it to her mouth.

She didn't open; instead she glared down at the cooked piece of meat.

"Come-on, I promise it's good." He urged her

"I don't need you to feed me!" She snapped at him. She grabbed the bacon from his hand and shoved it into her mouth. "I'm perfectly capable of feeding myself."

"Fine." He threw the plate down next to her. The eggs slid to the side almost off the plate.

She glared and watched him as he exited. She picked up the plate as soon as she heard the locks click from the other side of the door.

A paper plate. He didn't trust her with a glass one.

Of course he wouldn't, he wasn't stupid. He had been watching her closely. He knew that part of detoxing was the thought of suicide especially from someone who had tried to harm themselves previous to detox.

He knew she was hurting but there wasn't anything he could do about it. He watched her as she suffered hour after hour trying to cope with the pain and sickness. But this was the price she had to pay for using so much.

He waited a while before he went back in there to collect her dishes. She was calm now, she handed him the plate quietly and thanked him before balling up in the corner too cry.

Mood swings were another part of detoxing.

He wanted to fix her in the easiest way possible and that was what he was doing. Though painful for her it was the easiest way.

She put her face in her hands trying to remember what had put her in this position in the first place.

So, let me know what you think. I know it isn't much but it's just the prologue. I'm going to re-read the next chapter and post it in the coming days.

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