Draco's POV:
He felt cold. Colder than he had ever felt before. Maybe even more cold than she felt. And she was frozen. She was stuck in ice. He felt a sort of pang every time he looked at her face. Her eyes were closed, fortunately, and her face peaceful. As though she were sleeping.
Hermione.
He had had flashes. Flashes of a bushy haired girl, and a sneering blonde boy. The boy appeared to be him.
Mudblood.
He visited her every day, without fail. He felt if he didn't once, she would be gone. Lost in a swirl of chaos along with his memories.
Filthy little…
He remembered a tear. Remembered thinking: I made that tear fall out… Howcould I have made her cry?
He remembered, I'm sorry…
A sniffle. Wide eyes. Small smile.
And then he remembered twinkling eyes. He remembered a soft breath on his neck. He remembered a small hand pushing back his hair. Laughter.
He was jolted back into the present as a hand grabbed his shoulder roughly. He spun away from the ice to his attacker. Lucius Malfoy. His father.
"Father."
Lucius nodded curtly. "The Dark Lord requests your presence immediately."
Draco stood in shock. He wasn't sure what Lucius made of him gazing at a muggle born for so long, a part of the golden trio especially.
"Draco. It brings no good to make the Dark Lord wait."
Draco could only walk out, his body cold and numb. Not with fear, or any emotion, but with the lack of it.
He heard voices calling him, voices that seemed to come from the walls of the dark, twisting corridor. He stopped suddenly, because he felt something. Something close to fear. He hadn't experienced it in a long time. Draco felt a jolt of this feeling crawl up his spine in the form of a shiver. He smiled.
It was the snake.
You know, that snake. Nagini.
Voldemort's snake. The snake that had killed his sister… The snake that had almost killed him. The snake that had bitten her.
Hermione.
Her screams still echoed in his head. And that he could not ever, in a thousand years, forgive.
He didn't remember much else about her.
What had they been?
Were they friends? Were they enemies?
Why was she bitten?
And most importantly.
Why was she frozen?
The smooth scales slipped across his feet. The heavy body smoothly gliding around his ankles.
Terror gripped him like a vice.
The snake kept slithering up his legs.
He felt his fear fill his lungs, and he breathed it in instead of the air.
"Nagini." A high, cold voice hissed. "Not now."
Draco relaxed slightly as the snake slipped away from him.
"The mudblood."
Draco flinched at that word.
"How is she?"
Draco bowed, "The same, my lord."
"You have taken an interest in her."
Draco didn't answer.
"What do you remember?"
"N-nothing, my lord."
"Liar" Voldemort rose. "You will tell me!"
"I don't—I—"
"Crucio."
And Draco fell, writhing in pain, unaware that in the room across the corridor, in a block of ice, a girl had opened her eyes.