Summary: He saved her life once, now it's her turn to save him.


TOO LATE FOR SORRY

PROLOGUE:

I'm dead. That Hermione knew for sure. The moment Bellatrix and Fenrir Greyback dragged her faced- down to this hell-hole they call Malfoy Manor; She knew that death was just bidding his time to claim her. She won't have time to say goodbye. She won't have time to see them fall. Because they knew for a fact that she would rather die an excruciating death than to betray her friends. A very Gryffindor of her, they sneered.

Hermione just took comfort of the fact that her parents were safely tucked in Australia with no knowledge that they have a daughter. A dying daughter. She almost smiled and cringed from that thought. She wished she could look at them for one last time, tell them the words she failed to tell in the past. I love you. I'm sorry. I'm glad you won't miss me. She had lost a lot of people she loved and treasured and it pained her to think how hurtful it would be if her friends learned of her death. She noticed a tear escaped from her eyes but she couldn't brush them away. She couldn't feel her fingers and arms anymore. In fact she couldn't feel her whole body. Everything physical was numb.

She lost count of the days she spent in the damp and smelly cellar. Was it 2 days? Or 3? A week perhaps? She doesn't really know. In times like these, time is just a perspective.

She begged them to kill her. The pain was unbelievable. She was horribly shocked that she actually survived it, because then, it will give them more chance to make her feel the agony again. Being stabbed by a thousand white-hot knives would be exponentially lovelier.

They said they couldn't kill her. Yet. Because it would be young Malfoy's job to do so as a punishment for failing to kill Dumbledore. They hoped killing her would wake up Malfoy's inner evil. Hermione snorted when she first heard it. His inner evil is very much alive. No amount of killing is needed to bring his wickedness to the surface. He is evil through and through.

She never thought that she would live to see a day when she will give everything to see Draco Malfoy.

The dungeon door opened and a flood of light submerged the room she was in. In days she stayed there, that was the only time she took hold of her surroundings. The room was circular with no windows. The ceiling was low; low enough to give her the feeling of being in an oversized-coffin. The floor was wet with sticky liquid that looks hideously of blood, slime and little else. She shrugged to think that that amount of blood was not all hers. There was simply too much. Her insides squirmed; other people were tortured and possibly died here before her.

"Get up sunshine," Bellatrix walked over to her side with her most menacing smile. She closed her eyes. She doesn't want to know what they will do to her this time. "Don't you want to see your visitor?" The older woman's mouth was mere inches from Hermione's cheeks. Bellatrix foul breath gave her chills but she stood her ground. She didn't open her eyes.

"Stupidity and bravery of a true Gryffindor," the evil woman jeered in a sing-song voice "She's all yours Draco." and she left half closing the dungeon door.

Hermione's eyes snapped open.


Review please? It's my first Harry Potter Fanfic so i want to know what you think. :D