Ice.
That was all she ever saw when he looked at her. Cold gray ice watching her every breath, every movement. He had silenced her magically so she could not scream. The walls were charmed anyway, no one would hear her.
He had assured her of that.
She wanted to know what he was going to do to her. At least that way she could prepare herself to block it out. But she could not even ask him that.
She had to watch him sit in front of her, in the dark dungeon of the Malfoy manner, waiting for him to make any move. But he did nothing.
She wanted to shout, scream, beg him to do something, anything, other than watch her with those eyes. She was afraid but she was not going to show him that. He would not get a reaction from her, not until she had one from him.
He finally moved hours after she had been brought here and placed in front of him. Long gone was the sun and the Death Eaters that had brought her here. Long gone was any hope of immediate rescue. She was a prisoner that depended on the possible kindness that her captor had. But that was a joke. Draco Malfoy held no kindness in his heart. He was cold and unfeeling, just like ice.
"I asked that you be brought here," he finally spoke and her eyes snapped quickly to refocus on his face. Her mouth opened to ask why, but the silencing charm prevented it. She frowned from the quick reminder. "I knew what the others would do with you once they had finished their interrogation."
Hermione shivered at the possibilities. She'd heard the rumors of what happened to those that had vanished. None of them had been pleasant.
Draco looked down at his sleeve and brushed an invisible speck from the material. "I wanted you for myself. I didn't want anyone else to have touched you."
Her stomach churned in disgust and she looked away. Perhaps she should have tried harder to go out fighting instead of being so easily captured. It had been a stupid mistake to go out alone in the darkness, she scolded herself for the thousandth time.
Draco raised his wand and with a sudden pull of invisible ropes, she was now sitting between his thighs. With defiance, Hermione refused to look at him and continued to look off to the side and down to the floor. She could feel the icy touch of his finger tip along her cheek and she shivered in repulsion.
"Yes, I wanted you for myself my little Mudblood. And you will be mine. I just have to convince you of your affections for me."
Hermione looked over, hate burning in her eyes. He only chuckled quietly to himself.
"You will love me after you see what I have saved you from, if nothing else. Though I hope that isn't the only thing you love me for." He smiled at her and another shiver ran down her spine.
For one moment Hermione didn't know what she was more afraid of: being stuck in this room with him for Merlin knew how long, or the possibility that maybe he was right.