The room was damp and the wall felt cool against Harry's back. It was quiet too; the only sounds other than his breathing was the sound of dripping water echoing off the walls and his grumbling stomach. For what seemed like days Harry sat there counting the echoing drips, trying so hard not to think about why he was in this room to begin with.
"259,201; 259,202; 259,203…" Just before he managed to get out 259,204 a voice came out of the shadows and interrupted Harry's counting, and his thoughts.
"Harry"
"Who's There?" But there was really no need for him to ask. He knew who it was; he knew that voice all too well. "Draco" He snarled. Light filled the room and Harry glared towards the blurred form of Draco. "Where are my glasses Draco"
"You'll get them, Harry, and many other things besides. I can give you anything that you need Harry. Are you hungry?"
"Why don't you start by untying me" Replied Harry his voice filled with hate.
"Harry the second I untie you you'll try to attack me, and that will only lead to you getting hurt again." As he said this Draco withdrew a pair of glasses from his pocket and put them on Harry. "Despite what you may think I don't want to hurt you." Harry glared at Draco and snorted in disbelief but couldn't help but feel grateful for having his glasses back. "You should thank me when I give something to you Harry"
"I will never thank you Ferret!" With that Draco took the glasses back and left the room. As the light faded Harry noticed that a small loaf of bread and a glass of water had appeared before him but as his hands were secured behind his back he could do nothing but look at it. When the clank of the cell door echoed across the room and the remaining light was gone Harry realized that things could only get worse for this point on.