…Or so she thought.
She felt no cold damp rooms, just sun and light. She heard no locked doors, only open, free places. She had her wand. She was slowly eating more, gaining weight. She kept her wand with her at all times. She knew she was in a transition. She knew that the safety wouldn't last. When she was back at a normal weight and eating everything, she could see again. There had been a spell so that she couldn't see the light of day without pain. Draco took it off of her.
He lulled her into a false sense of security. Made her feel safe. She started to let her guard down a little at a time. He bought her expensive things, cloths and jewelry. Everything she wanted, she got. He gained her trust. Then it happened.
Voldemort showed up at Draco's house, where Hermione had been staying. He had come to get her. When Hermione came downstairs, she stopped. This is what she heard. "I love her, boss. You just cant kill her." Draco said. "You may love her, but she knows too much. Why she is standing on the stairs right now." said Voldemort. Hermione dared not breathe. They knew she was there. Draco ran up the stairs to her. He held her close. "He wont hurt you, not while I'm here." he said.