'There's something there,' he whispered, 'it could be the scar, stretched tight … Draco, come here, look properly! What do you think?'
Draco came closer to the boy on his knees. Although his face was in bad shape, there was no doubt in Draco's mind that it was, in fact, Harry Potter. He also recognised Weasley and Granger being tied up behind Potter.
As Lucius Malfoy drawled about the two bound prisoners being Potter's "little friends", Draco decided completely that no matter what was promised to him or his family he was not about to give up probably the only shot there was of destroying Voldemort once and for all.
'No, it's not them,' Draco answered the question on the present Death Eaters' lips. He turned his back on the captives and stiffly walked back over to the fireplace where his mother stood.
Before he had turned around though, he heard his Aunt Bella screech. 'Where did you get that? That was in my vault! It's my sword! How did you get it you filthy thieving little –' She was cut short as the man tried to explain himself over her ever-rising voice.
'It was in the girl's bag for Merlin's sake!' He shouted for the fourth time.
Bellatrix looked taken aback for almost an entire second, and then she whirled around to face the sword thief. She ordered the two boys be taken down to the cellar which was serving as a dungeon. Draco led the way and was the one to lock the door. When he returned Hermione, still unknown to the rest of those present, was sprawled on the floor with Bellatrix on top of her. Blood streaked her arm and her screams were unbearable. He couldn't look.
All of a sudden the screams stopped to be replaced with mumbling and Draco turned back around to see who had spoken. It was that snivelling fool Petigrew. He was wailing about the prisoners all having escaped somehow. His mother warned him to stay in the room with the girl and two other guards.
When there was only four people left in the room Draco ran to Hermione and told her to run through a door which he pointed at and to lock herself in the very last door on the left. He mentioned that he'd explain everything soon and that she should make as little noise as possible.
When she had bolted out of the room the guards nodded towards Draco. They were on his side. Now all that was left to do was feign innocence; that was the fun part.
When Greyback, Lucius, Narcissa, Bellatrix and the other raiders had come grumbling back up the stairs they found both guards and Draco seemingly unconscious. They were brought to sitting positions and slowly pretended to wake up.
Draco was the first and he told the questioning audience that he remembered nothing of the night, nothing at all. Both of the guards followed suit. Narcissa looked worried and Lucius looked furious. He pointed his borrowed wand at his only child. 'Crucio,' he whispered lividly.