Chapter 2

A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed! This one's even shorter than the first one, but I needed to stop it there.

Disclaimer: I forgot to write one last chapter, but that one's not mine any more than this one is.

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He gave me a look like I was a moron. "You don't. I'm here under house arrest, no one can apparate out and they shouldn't be able to apparate in."

Great, I was stuck here.

"Wait, under house arrest? I thought you were missing?" I asked; picking up on some of the other things he had said a little belatedly; I had been preoccupied with the fact that I was trapped.

He sighed and rolled his eyes like the answer was the most obvious thing in the world. "Granger, when your family has as much money and political influence as mine does, things like an arrest in the family can't become public knowledge. I expect I'll 'turn up' in two years when my sentence is up," he told me with a sneer.

I was annoyed all over again that his family had managed to stay out of Azkaban after the war. Malfoy had been on the side of the Order for a surprisingly large portion of the war, and his mother had never really sided with Voldemort in the first place. Lucius Malfoy, on the other hand, had noticed that he was on the losing side and changed at the last battle, allowing him to get away with only a slap on the wrist, to the frustration to most of the entire wizarding world.

"What are you under house arrest for? I thought you were pardoned for your actions during the war," I asked him.

His expression darkened at the mention of why he was trapped here. "I was framed. Leave it at that."

Surprisingly enough, I believed him. I'd worked with him briefly during the war, and he had actually been civil – as civil as a Malfoy was capable of being when the one he was addressing was a muggle born.

"Now it's my turn for the questions. What in the world were you doing that drunk on a Monday night?"

I blushed and looked down at the covers, I really didn't want to tell him of all people what had happened, he would probably laugh at me. "Come on Granger, I answered you, it would be polite to return the favour."

I sighed; I showed up at his door in the middle of the night, I at least owed him an answer. "Ron's been cheating on me; I left him and went drinking." I cringed as I waited for the laughing.

When I glanced up at him he was contemplating me. He eventually shrugged. "I've been drunk for worse reasons." He turned and walked to the doorway, glancing back at me when he noticed I wasn't behind him.

"I'm going to get some breakfast, are you coming?" I nodded and wordlessly moved to follow him out of the room.

As I got out from under the covers for the first time that day without a blinding headache to distract me, I noticed that I wasn't wearing the clothes I had showed up here in. "MALFOY! Who changed my clothes?" I screeched, tugging on the skimpy nightgown someone had put me in.

My only answer was him chuckling from down the stairs, making me even more nervous. "Malfoy! Who changed my clothes?" I asked again, my voice rising in pitch as I got more and more distraught. I tore out of the room after him, only to collide with his chest a second later as I turned the corner.

He laughed as he steadied me. "Relax Granger, house elves can change your clothes with a snap of their fingers, remember? Magic? I'm sure even you are familiar with it." He drawled at me.

I wasn't listening; I was remembering something for the previous night.

I was sitting at the bar, nursing what must have been my third, or fourth drink, when someone came up behind me. "Hermione Granger, you shouldn't be here," the person warned, causing me to turn and glance up at them.

"Gregory Goyle," I was surprised that he was here talking to me. I was surprised he could form complete sentences period – he didn't exactly come off as very smart while we were in school. "What do you mean I shouldn't be here? I have just as much of a right as everyone else here!" I was starting to get angry – just because he was a pureblood didn't mean that he could decided that I couldn't be here.

He sat down beside me, looking confused. "I mean you shouldn't be here because you're perfect for the plan. You should leave before you're seen." He glanced around anxiously as he told me this, as if he expected someone to overhear.

I glanced around as well, but didn't see anyone suspicious, so I turned back to my drink. I was hopeful that he'd get bored of this strange harassment and leave me to drown my sorrows.

I should have known nothing would go my way. He ordered something and proceeded to drink it as he sat beside me. I frowned, it's not like we were friends or even acquaintances really. "Are you going to tell me what this plan is?" I eventually asked, realizing that he wasn't going to leave, so I might as well find out what in the world this 'plan' was.

"I can't, it's not my plan." He told me, actually looking genuinely sad. I assumed his sadness was because he wasn't capable of thinking up his own plan, not real remorse that he couldn't tell me what this plan was about.

He suddenly glanced behind me at something and then paled. "You should be careful tonight; you might end up somewhere you shouldn't be" He told me as he hurriedly paid the bartender and then left the bar without looking back. I watched him go, wondering that the heck that was about.

"You should be careful tonight; you might end up somewhere you shouldn't be," I repeated in shock, looking up at Malfoy, who still had his hands on my shoulders from when he steadied me.

"What are you on about Granger?" He asked, letting go and taking a step back once he saw that I was fully present again.

"Gregory Goyle," I told him, only getting a confused look. "He knew someone was going to send me here."