Disclaimer: Anything having to do with Harry Potter is not mine.
"Draw my bath," Draco ordered as he stormed into his room.
"But of course, sir."
Draco pinched the bridge of his nose with his index finger and thumb. He could hear the young servant girl making her way around the bathroom. After his master learned that his idiotic ex-house elf had helped Potter escape, he had ordered all the manor's elves be replaced with muggles. Besides being less efficient than house elves Draco especially hated it when the Dark Lord used one of the servants as entertainment. Muggles were definitely pathetic creatures but who really got any pleasure from watching a muggle writhe about the floor. Draco shuddered as he remembered the muggle studies professor and her gruesome fate a few years ago.
"Your bath is ready," the girl informed him, "would you like anything else?" she asked.
"No," he snapped as he walked into the large ornate bathroom. He undressed and slid into the tub.
"Bloody hell," he groaned as he sunk into the too hot water. He bit his tongue and relaxed his body. He wasn't about to have the stupid girl crucioed because the water was too hot, but she would find herself without dinner.
After he finished his bath, he realized that he had been in there longer than he realized. Dinner was long over and his stomach was very aware of that. He slipped on a pair of black pajama pants and a black silk robe over his bare upper body. He made his way towards the kitchen. He noticed that the manor was particularly dead tonight as he reached the kitchen. He rummaged through the kitchen and then he spotted a wrapped plate. Apparently someone had noticed that he was not present at dinner. Most likely that servant girl he thought. He grabbed the plate and made his way back towards his room. He was almost to the staircase when he made an unplanned detour. He didn't know what provoked him to make his way down the dark staircase. During his long bath he had told himself that he would do everything in his power to avoid her. He finally reached the cell where she was being kept. It was going to be quick he told himself. All he was going to do was kick her while she was down. It was the least he could do after dealing with her for years and her constant achievements over him. He was going to show the mudblood who was in power now. While he had feelings of doubt when he first made his way down the hall, now Draco was filled with anticipation he wanted to hurt Granger.
He pulled out his wand and muttered a quick Lumos, shining light into the dark cell. He waved his arm across, trying to spot Granger. Finally he noticed her slumped in the far corner of the cell. He cursed when he noticed that he wasn't able to open up the cell, apparently the Dark Lord thought that the mudblood deserved top notch security. The Dark Lord would be the only one able to open the cell.
"I see that you've made yourself at home," Draco drawled. He noticed how her body had relaxed slightly when she noticed that he was unable to enter the cell.
"You should feel good all covered in filth," he continued. Draco was becoming more impatient, why was Granger not responding. Had she gone into shock?
She lifted her head up, she was sitting with her knees pulled up to her chin.
There it is, Draco thought, he scanned her face and froze for a second. It was quite obvious that she had been visited most likely by his dear Aunt Bella and the Dark Lord. There was a deep purple colored bruise across her right cheek. Her hair looked like someone had dragged her across the floor by it. She had a cut across her eyebrow that was bleeding and dry tear tracks down her cheeks. Fresh tears were falling and mixing with the blood and dirt on her face.
Mud. Blood. Mudblood, Draco thought but he was unable to find the humor in the situation. This is what he wanted. He wanted mudblood Granger to hurt.
"Where's St. Potter?" he taunted, "isn't he some sort of knight in shining armor?"
"Aren't you supposed to be smart?" he asked, "you let yourself be caught,"
Still nothing from Granger.
"Wonder how long it'll take Potter and Weaslebee before they find another fuck toy." The tears fell down faster and Draco felt better. Her pain was his happiness.
"Don't have to worry about anyone doing anything to you here, it's not like you awaken any desires. Honestly what do Potter and the weasel see in you?"
Her sobs were now wracking her body. Draco smiled inwardly.
"They never cared about you, they never loved you," the final blow he thought to himself. He turned aorund about to leave.
"You know nothing about love," she whispered.
Draco froze and turned around. "What was that mudblood?"
"You, Malfoy, have no idea what love is. I pity you."
Draco saw red and cursed the fact that he wasn't able to break into the cell.
"Listen to me Granger," he snarled, "I don't need your pity. If you haven't noticed you're the one behind the bars. You're the one at my mercy,"
"I pity you Draco Malfoy because you've never been loved and what's more sad is that you don't know how to love,"
His hands began to shake and he tightened his hold on his wand. "You don't know me, Granger," he growled. There was no answer.
"I said," Draco paused, "You don't know me!" he roared. "You don't know me, Granger."
"It doesn't take a genius to see you're a broken man."
Draco laughed, if it could be called that, "I'm the broken one?" he asked.
"Sleep tight, mudblood," Draco said as he began to walk away.
"You know, from where I am—it looks like you're the one behind bars,"
A/N: Yes, I'm still looking for a Beta, I've gotten a few inquiries but if anyone is still interested. I'm going to try to update on a regular basis maybe once a week or twice but don't expect them on the same day every week. I'm trying to keep it within a certain number of chapters and not have it turn super long like Mind Games? (almost complete!) I would also like to know if you like this fic so far as in the fact that it is Draco's POV or if I should also add Hermione's POV?