A/N: I haven't really had an urge to write another chapter until now, and it's probably gonna suck because I forgot all ideas and have yet to come up with anymore. I will try my best to make this chapter worth it though.

I again forgot the disclaimer, so even though the idea of anybody using their own characters on fanfiction is very weird, I will state that my ideas are totally unlike J.K. Rowling's, and I own none, but the plot.

Chapter 2. Don't hate me. Enjoy.

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After she recovered from the apparent shock, her mind turned to disbelief.

"Is this a trick?" Rage overpowering the constant pain that coursed through her body, allowing her to stand. Her hand was close to her wand, not wanting to grab it just now in case it would be taken away.

"Please, god help me!" He moaned.

She tried to ignore his pleas, but again the pain coursed through her body in a wave of agony. She fell to her knees. "What the hell is wrong? Why does it hurt so godamn bad!" She tried to ask the supposed Malfoy.

He squeaked, then found his voice enough to say. "He has a constant cruciatus curse on the room. No wand, no shield. Only a miracle could save us now." And with that, he passed out.

Hermione battled her mind. No matter what she could sheild herself, but was "Malfoy" really unconscious? If he wasn't a prisnor, but an undercover deatheater, he could take her wand easily when she was distracted. Or if it were really Malfoy hiding here make her think it wasn't him, possibly trust him, then kill her. It would make sense, torture and kill. And this WAS torture enough. But she also had to consider if it was another real prisoner, Malfoy or not, that needed her help.

Not sure what to decided, she chose to try a wordless sheild charm. She was bas at wordless magic, but not as bad as she was at wandless magic, and she needed to at least try to protect herself without the figure slouched against the wall knowing.

She grasped the wand in her pocket, allowing enough room for the flourishes needed to produce the spell. 'Protego!' she thought, concentrating only on the charm.

When the pain slowly escaped her body, she almost cried for joy at the realese. But first, she needed to find out who this person was. If only she had some Veritaserum, she could know for sure that any answers she would get were true!

Hermione had no clue how she would get the honest answers she needed, and didn't want to risk anything. Instead she decided to wait patiently for the figure to return to consciousness.

She awoke to the sound of screaming. It took her a few moments to sort her thoughts in the haze to realize the person with her was still under the curse, while she only had aching muscles that she could easily relieve with a simple charm.

She gazed at the figure begining to writhe yet again. 'If he is a deatheater undercover, why the hell does he do this? Suicide would be better than obeying evil.'

Malfoy's voice moaned and muttered begs and pleas for the curse to be lifted. She decided even a deatheater shouldn't have to endure what he was.

"Protego!" She muttered aloud. The moans slowly ended as the shield protceted him from the curse. He stared in wonder at Hermione, who had hidden her wand in her pocket.

"Did you do that?" He asked awed and basked in the release of pain. Hermione shrugged, and gave him a moment to recover.

"Now, I want some answers. I hate the dark, and this whole scheme is just pissing me off. If you lie, I'll know. I cast a truth telling charm on myself so I know what is true and what is false." She lied, wishing she knew of a real spell that did just that for this situation.

He seemed fooled enough and nodded. "Ask anything, I have nothing left to lose."

She hesitated for a moment, he sounded truthful enough, like he wouldn't lie to her.

"Are you Draco Malfoy?" She asked glaring, and crawling closer in case he started talking quietly again.

He nodded. "Of course I am. Don't I looke like me?"

She had never bothered too look, because it was too dark to see anything. "Then I assume you are the Draco Malfoy who rounded up deatheaters and swore publically that you would finish the Dark Lord's work, then slaughtered a whole town of muggles?" She kept herself calm enough not to yell.

He was quiet for a long time. Finally he said. "No, that was my father."

She couldn't make sense of what he said. "What's that supposed to mean? Many aurors saw you, and tried to fight, but they were too late. But they saw you! Not your dad!"

"My dad, he still believed in the old ways, and decided if Voldemort was dead, it didn't matter, they could continue to make a world of purebloods. He knew they needed a leader as well. He had been ridiculed far too many times by Voldemort though, so he asked for me to lead them. When I refused, he beat me, then through me down in here with the constant curse. he takes a few of my hairs once a week, so I bet he's using a polyjuice potion to look like me, and control those freaks." The end was so quiet, Hermione had to crawl even closer than before to hear.

She couldn't believe the story, yet she could. It all made sense, and if it wasn't true, it was planned well. Her mind continued the battle over the urge to trust him.

"Obviously I can preform wandless magic, or else how could I have blocked the curse in this room?" She lied, hoping for him to believe her. "Do you know of a way we can escape?"

Malfoy nodded weakly, and pointed to the crack in the wall I had noticed earlier.

"Make that bigger, and I can lead us out and away from here." He whispered.

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A/N: They have a way out! Not sure if I'll write another chapter. I have a great one-shot in mind. Not sure of the pairing yet, but I want to do a non-Dramione.

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