Draco was glad to find it as deserted as he thought it would be - it was supposed to have been a honeymoon location for Bellatrix and her husband when they were first married. He couldn't think of a place that got less use. He let go of her arm as soon as they walked through the door and began to cast protective spells that would cover an acre of land. He was already so exhausted, and it bothered him to see that she wasn't trying to do more. Tortured or not, she had been running with Potter for the better part of a year, and he thought she'd know how to help with this part. Regardless, he finished and collapsed into a dusty wooden chair by the hallway.

Hermione caught herself as Draco let her go. Feeling much better, but still somewhat lethargic, she pulled her hair off of her face and sat on a chair in the corner of the room while Draco cast protective charms. Once he finished, he collapsed and Hermione winced. He looked so worn out, so much older than he rightfully should, and she felt for him. Sighing, the witch reluctantly pulled herself to her feet and found the bedroom. Searching the closet, she found replacement sheets, stripped the bed of the old ones, and neatly made the bed. Once she had finished, she made her way back to her chair in the corner and stared at the ceiling.

Oddly enough, he was staring at the ceiling too. It was better, he thought, than trying to start conversation with someone who he'd essentially just kidnapped. At least she wasn't screaming at him yet. He was too worked up on adrenaline and fear to sleep, so after a while he suddenly stood up and walked around the house. The downstairs consisted of a small living room, kitchen and bath, and the upstairs housed one bedroom, one bath and, of all things, a library. Great, he thought, at least they'd be entertained while they waited for someone to find and kill them. He went downstairs slowly, not wanting to mention the single bedroom to Granger unless he absolutely had to. Instead he searched the kitchen for anything that was edible - if it was rotten, he could at least transfigure it into something that was good enough to eat.

Hermione kicked her shoes and socks off, which were soaking wet, and neatly placed them to the side. Her head ached and she was freezing, but there wasn't much she could do considering she was sitting in a house in the middle of nowhere with the boy who relentlessly tortured her for the past six years. She sat for another few minutes before wondering off once more. She headed for the bathroom this time, searching the closets. Grabbing a towel, she began to dry off her hair and slowly walked down the stairs.

Draco was muttering to himself in the kitchen, having cast a decent drying charm on his clothes. "Bread," he hissed to himself, wracking the shelves for containers, "piss-old, moldy bread is all they left in here. What am I supposed to do with this?"

Hermione heard Draco muttering from what she assumed to be the kitchen considering the background noise that could be heard. She stood in the door way and watched Draco search the drawers and cabinets.

He shot up again, and wondered briefly whether he'd ever stop jumping at her sudden appearance. "The water works, but there's almost no food. We're safe here." His voice sounded loud in this quiet place, and he hoped he wasn't scaring her. They'd both had enough to deal with tonight.

"M'not hungry anyways." Hermione muttered back, slinging her towel over her shoulder. "I'm going to take a shower then. If I leave my clothes out, could you dry them for me?" She asked before turning away.

"You don't know how?" he asked incredulously before he could stop himself. It was a long while since he'd had to try and be polite to someone.

"I'm perfectly capable of preforming simple spells." Hermione spat back. "I don't have a wand." She huffed. Running her hand through her hair, she began to turn away. "I'll leave them in the living room then." She stated as she began to walk up the stairs. "I made the bed for you." Hermione said reaching the top of the stairs and, heading for the bathroom. Quickly she undressed, wrapped herself in her towel, put her clothes on the living room table, and turned on the water, before finally hoping into the shower.

His eyes widened as she departed the room - so that's why she'd been so afraid, so unhelpful. He felt a twinge of something that made him feel badly for offending her but he shook it away. He went into the living room and dried her clothes instantly, hanging them by the fireplace to warm up just in case - his spells were getting less effective now that his adrenaline was wearing off. He didn't think he could last another second of being awake for the moment, and he fell asleep right there in front of the fireplace on the sofa. He didn't even hear her stirring around the place as she finished her shower.

Hermione soaked in the shower for a good half an hour before finally turning the steaming water off. Re-wrapping herself in her towel, she slipped out of the bathroom to grab her clothes. They were in front of the fire, keeping nice and warm. Hermione smiled slightly at the gesture and noticed Draco fast asleep. Grabbing her clothes, she quickly changed, exiting the bathroom and heading for the bedroom. Grabbing the blanket off of the bed, she quietly made her way back into the living room and covered Draco with the blanket. Once she had finished, she retired to the bedroom, since he wasn't using it, and as soon as her head hit the pillow, she was fast asleep.