"Draco? Draco are you awake?" Hermione hissed.
"I am now Granger, what the bloody hell do you want?" Draco snapped.
"I hate this, and why won't you call me Hermione any more? I thought that after all this time you would at least be on a first name basis with me," Hermione whined.
"Whatever. You think I don't hate this, stop complaining about things I can't fix," Draco retorted. "I am going back to sleep, so will you shut up, for once please just shut up." Hermione sighed, but held her tongue so he could sleep.
Even with her eyes wide open, the only thing that could be seen was black. Her pupils had begun to take up most of her eyes, trying to salvage any bit of light they could. Her beautiful brown eyes were being engulfed by the black that plagued every bit of their now empty lives. Hermione ran her fingers through her hair, trying desperately to untangle it. Her hair was now greasy enough that if you lit a match within ten feet of it, it would become a giant ball of flame.
Draco silently tossed and turned on the rough, hard, cold rock bed. His eyes wide open, Hermione would never see it. He couldn't sleep, she had woken him up and now he was up. Draco had no idea how long they had actually been down there but he could have guessed it was about two weeks. They had gotten used to each other; the whole bathroom situation was still very uncomfortable, even with the lack of light.
Draco sat up against the wall and stared out into the abyss, somewhere in his line of vision was Hermione. He hated to admit it but he missed seeing her, she was so close yet so far, and he hated it. Draco had seen many things in his life but he had never really looked at anything. Hermione was the first person he had actually i looked /i at, like really looked at; not just her body, but everything about her.
The way her eyes lit up every time she cracked open a new book. The way her hair bounced when she laughed; and the way her eyes would get all teary up when she was angry with Snape. How she always knew the answer for everything. The thing Draco noticed most about her was the fact that after everything, all the years of torture, she still welcomed him into her home.
Draco smiled briefly, but was quick to return to his emotionless stare. He would never be able to see those things again. He had lost all hope of ever seeing Hogwarts again; seeing anything again seemed beyond reach.
"Draco? You awake?" Hermione asked again shyly.
"Yeah, yeah Hermione, I'm awake," He replied softly.
"I'm glad," He could hear her smile in her voice. She hated sitting in the dark alone.
"Come over here," He tapped the stone next to him.
"Ok, but I might trip," She warned.
"It's ok, I think I will survive if you fall on me," He said. He listened to her cautious steps as she walked toward him. She placed her back against the wall and slid down onto the floor. She continued to scoot over until she was hip to hip with him. She turned towards where is face should have been and spoke.
"Hi," She said shyly.
"Hi," He replied.
She rested her head against his shoulder. She began to shiver, and she brought her knees up to her chest and tried to curl into a ball. Draco pulled her onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her, trying to warm her up. It took a moment, but finally her shivering subsided.
"Thank you," She whispered to him.
"Any time," He replied.
She rested in her arms and nearly fell asleep. Her eyes clouded over with a thin film of tears. She focused in on Draco's steady heart beat and the rise and fall of his chest. Her eyes began to slowly close. She felt Draco shift suddenly below her and she tried to open her eyes but it was becoming increasingly hard to do so. An unfamiliar light was filling the room, her eyes burned under the contact of the new sensation. Draco was standing unsteadily in front of Hermione. Cloaked men stepped in from the newly formed doorway.
"Step away you insolent boy," A thunderous voice commanded. Hermione's mind was racing and couldn't figure out what he wanted Draco to step away from.
"You aren't taking her any where," Draco replied stubbornly. Her . Hermione knew what they wanted; they wanted her.
"You can't stop us," The voice replied. Draco couldn't disagree; there was nothing he could do.
"Don't you dare touch her," Draco commanded as they stepped closer.
"Crucio," The voice boomed. Draco fell to the floor and withered in pain.
"Enough!" A different voice bellowed. Draco fell limp. "We were given orders not to harm him. Now get the girl and let's get out of here," A man stepped forward and collected Hermione in his arms. Hermione was to tired and weak to fight back. The glossy film over her eyes was preventing her from seeing anything. All she knew was that they were taking her away, and she couldn't fight back, no matter what.
Draco paced the dark cell, his brain playing out all possibilities of what could be happening. Anxiety was making his thinking incoherent. Draco had stopped all thought on what he was doing. The only other person he had had contact with in two weeks had been torn away, if she died, he would go insane. He accidentally walked into one of the walls. He kept his head against the wall and slammed his fist into the wall, only causing himself more pain. He growled in frustration, he was completely helpless. He had to keep his mind off the possibilities of what was going on.
"I am probably thinking up things that are far worse than what's actually happening," Draco told himself. He knew it wasn't true, so why would he feed himself such lies?
"Human nature," A voice said from behind him. "first sign of insanity is talking to yourself. The second sign… the one no one talks about is creating an imaginary person to answer for you." A sweet laugh echoed through the empty cell. Draco turned around, but because of the darkness he couldn't see who it was.
"Who are you?" He asked. He felt a soft hand rest on his chest and a hot breath on his ear.
"I'm yours," She replied, planting a soft kiss on his check; sending shivers along his spine. There was a sweet familiarity about the girl, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
"Do I know you?" He questioned.
"You should," She whispered. "Think really, really hard; but don't hurt your precious little head." She said sarcastically, running her fingers through his messy hair.
Draco racked his brain, but he couldn't figure out who it was without seeing her. The voice was extremely familiar.
"Here's a few hints, because you seem to be off your A game today," She said. "first, we go to school together and we are in the same house. You know me very, very, very well," She whispered.
Draco's breathe caught in his throat. His heart nearly stopped, he knew who it was. How, and why she was so different now Draco did not know.
"Pansy?" Draco said in a disbelieving manner.
"In the flesh," She whispered seductively in his ear, before kissing him deeply.
authors note: I hope you like the first chapter of the sequal to "Welcome to Hell"... I didn't want to leave you with to much of a cliffy, but I wanted to make sure you came back to read more... Though, I figured you would anyways... Updates coming really soon! Enjoy! Please review!