Again this was written really quickly because I am just busy…busy…busy…busy! Review anyway so I know whether to continue with the story.

Chapter 2

Hermione Granger had her fair amount of bad luck over the years. However, when her glamour had fallen right at the moment when she had been asking Lucius Malfoy for help she couldn't believe her rotten luck.

It had been almost a week since that day in the snow and she had a feeling that it might have been better if she had had stayed with Harry in Feyea. Now suck here in the dungeon of the Malfoy manor she was useless.

The door to her small prison opened and inside sauntered Malfoy. He held a tray full of hot steaming food in his hands and he placed in front of Hermione without saying a word.

"Thank you," she said

Malfoy looked taken aback that she had actually spoken, but he himself didn't say anything.

Hermione shrugged grabbed the fork and began to eat the food.

As Malfoy began to walk away she thought to herself that it could be worse. She was being fed three times a day. She hadn't been tortured or hurt in any way. She was surprised to say the least. When Lucius Malfoy first saw her for who she really was in the snow Hermione had thought that they were going to kill her then and there. When she realised that they were taking her back with them she had been even more terrified of what awaited her here. To be honest it was the best she could hope for.

Hermione smiled to herself sadly and continued to eat

"I don't know. I thought we could interrogate her, but she would never reveal anything," one of the death eaters around the table said.

"We could torture her," Bellatrix suggested innocently

Lucius snorted, "From what Draco has told me she is a stubborn one, even then she wouldn't reveal anything."

Everyone at the table regarded each other solemnly. They knew it, Hermione was a useless captive.

When Draco walked into the room everyone turned to face him, "My boy, do you have any suggestions? You have gone to school with the girl for years you must have some ideas."

Draco shrugged and made his way back to his bedroom. When he opened the door the sight of Trish lying on the bed sleeping greeted him. He sighed, if it was any other maid the boy would have probably fired her for sleeping in his bed. However this was Trish the seven year old mouse girl who he could sometimes here cry out for her parents at night when he was passing the servant's quarters.

He debated whether he should wake her up but at the end he decided it was best to let her rest. She was too young for a job that was so demanding.

Draco took the duvet and made sure she wasn't too cold. He smiled at the sight, he had never had any siblings but for now he could pretend Trish was. She had no-one to look after her so he decided that he would look out for her. Recently Draco would have been disgusted at himself for thinking like that but he had now decided that it was ok for him to care for Trish. Everyone cared for someone right? He would care for Trish.

Hermione hummed to herself happily, she had a full stomach and a good plan. Finally she could escape. She had devised a fool proof idea that would definitely result in her getting back to Harry and Ron in no time although this plan relied on Malfoy being in a good mood and above average intelligence.

She had her doubts about his intelligence but hopefully this would work.

It wasn't long before she heard the door to her cell open and to her joy it was Malfoy.

"Hello," she smiled at him, "Come to collect my tray I see."

"Blatantly," He answered coldly

Ok maybe he wasn't in a good mood.

"Thank you for giving me food and drink; I hadn't expected such hospitality as I'm a prisoner and all."

"It wasn't my idea," he said quickly as if her was worried that he had done something wrong by doing a good deed, "anyway, we're not barbaric we're hardly going to let you starve."

"Why am I still here? Isn't your father going to ask me what I know about Harry's plans?"

Draco taken aback that Hermione was being so forward. The other thing that surprised him was that he kept answering her questions.

"Would there be any point?"

"No," Hermione admitted.

"That's why no-one is interrogating you."

"Then why am I still here then?"

"You are pretty useless I agree."

"Let me escape if you think that I'm of no use."

Draco wanted to laugh at Hermione's absurd suggestion, but the more he thought about it the more sense she made. She was useless to his father and she didn't seem to play a big part in the war when it came down to it. What was the point in keeping her here when she could be free and with her friends?

Draco gritted his teeth. Why was he thinking this way? He was being naive he was being considerate why had be become so…so… good. He stood up and laughed, "That's never going to happen."

"That's what I thought you were going to say," Hermione said, "so I propose a deal."

Till next time my lovelies

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