"I never loved you Granger. How could I? A Mudblood?" He spat down at me. As much as I wanted to flinch away, I couldn't. Most of my bones were broken; I couldn't move an inch. "I lied to you Mudblood. I lied to you to get you here." Tears ran down my cheeks, leaving fresh trails of cleanliness through my dirt caked face. How long had I been here? Hearing the same things? Days, weeks, months? Years maybe? It still hurt. Every word. Every word sliced through my already mutilated insides. They resonated in my mind, my heart, doubting themselves, only to be thrown back in my face.
"Where is Potter?" He asked again. I'd lost count of how many times I'd heard that as well. I didn't speak. Even if I could, I wouldn't. He'd have to kill me. I wanted to die now anyway. He kicked me again and I whimpered, drowning out the sound of what I was sure was shattered ribs being traumatized even further. "Talk to me, Pet." His old petname for me. I never knew how literal that name was to him until now. I shook my head as best I could.
"Not your pet." I managed out, in barely a whisper. He laughed viciously, maniacally.
"Of course you are, Pet." He retorted. "You still love me. Despite all I've done to you, all I'm still doing to you, you still love me. I imagine you'll never stop. I hope you don't. I hope it kills you every morning to wake up without me there, I hope it burns your every dream. I used you, Granger. I used you to get information, just as Potter warned you I would. Where is Potter now Hermione?" He wasn't asking for my confession this time, he was taunting me. "He's not here is he? He left you, he ran when he figured out what I was up to. He didn't even try to warn you again. He doesn't love you either, Pet. No one does. You're just a little Mudblood."
"No." I countered. He wasn't right. Harry loved me to death. I ignored the irony.
He kneeled down and reached out a hand to my cheek. I flinched back as well as I could. His smile grew. "I love you Hermione." He whispered. "Did you want to hear that lie again? Is that what you longed for? Is that why you're crying like a pitiful child?"
"One more time, Pet. Where Is Potter?"
I remained silent. Harry still loved me. I was his best friend and he was mine.
"I love you baby." He cooed, wiping a tear from my face. He puckered his lips and tried to find a clean place to kiss but gave up. "Ah well. Guess I'll just have to use the Cruciatus. Unless you want to confess?"
"Kiss my arse." I wished I could say things with more venom, but I could barely manage whispers.
Draco tutted. "Crucio!" He screamed, as did I.
How did I still have my voice? How many times had he done this to me now? "Kill me!" I screamed. "Please, Draco, kill me!"
He laughed and released the curse. "Not yet, Pet. Where. Is. Potter?" The last three words, he completed with a curse.
I wept. "I'm not telling. You might as well kill me, Malfoy."
Another Crucio, and it took all I had to hold in screams. I wasn't giving him the pleasure of hearing me hurt. He was just going to have to Crucio me to death, and I hoped he would.
It felt like hours, before finally, all was black.