"You'll stay here until I say so. Understand?" I nodded slowly and stood, backing up and sitting in the corner. He sighed and walked out.
"Why didn't he just kill me? Or turn me in?" I whispered quietly to myself. I shook my head and pressed my back harder against the wall. I shouldn't have gotten so mad at Ron. It's my fault for getting into this situation, I mean I didn't grab my wand. That's the stupidest mistake I've ever made. I was snapped out of mu thoughts by a loud shattering noise outside the room, followed by loud shouting; one voice in particular I recognized. Voldemort. My heart beats became quicker and I crawled under Scabior's bed for safety in case they came inside. I could hear his voice mixed in as well, his amazing strong accent, (if my life were not in his hands I might have the nerve to say it was attractive) and I heard Harry's name a few times. He was being punished for not having Harry. The shouting stopped and the door to the room creaked open, two sets of footsteps coming in.

"Thanks, Elma." I heard Scabior's voice. Who was Elma? I looked and saw the feet of a house elf standing right in front of the bed. I held my breathe while they talked.

"Anything for master.." Her voice was very quiet and shaky; I frowned. She must be treated horribly here. Scabior sat on the bed (I felt it on my back and it squeaked terribly), and he whined loudly. He must be injured.

"I shall return shortly, master." Elma snapped and she was gone.

"Granger?" He whispered. I crawled out from under his bed and nervously sat back in my assigned corner. When he looked at me, I almost gasped. His lips and nose were bleeding, and he had a deep slash across his face. I covered my mouth and he stood up.

"The dark lord, as you prob'ly know, has quite the temper." He walked towards me and held out a hand. "Do ya mind helpin' me with my face? I'm pretty lousy at cleanin' wounds." I took his hand and he helped me up, leading me into his small bathroom. I picked up his wand but he covered my mouth before I could mutter a word. "Any magic used in this room is tracked by 'im. You could use a spell, but he would know you was 'ere." He took his wand back and placed it in his jacket.

"Do you have anything I can use instead? Rubbing alcohol?" He opened a small medicine cabinet and it was full of medical supplies. I grabbed a bottle of alcohol, a needle and thread, and gauze (I had noticed multiple cuts and burns on his arms in addition to what was already on his face). I took a cloth and dipped it in alcohol.

"Alright...hold still. This is going to hurt a-" Hermione was cut off by a quiet voice from the bedroom.

"Elma has returned, master. Elma has brought food for master." Scabior put his finger to his lips and walked out of the bathroom.

"Thank you, Elma. Can you bring me much more food? I'm feeling very hungry. I'll give you another one of those headpieces you like wearing so much if you can keep it a secret." His voice was soft and kind. The little elf agreed quickly and ran out of his room. He came back in but before he could say anything, Elma had returned. She was panting and I could see in the reflection she was holding a stack of plates filled with food that was taller than Scabior. I held in a giggle and Scabior smiled at her.

"Thank you so much." He talked to her about the headpiece she wanted so much and he set the food on the counter. I watched him from the bathroom and held back a grin. He had dimples, so every time he smiled or said certain words, they would show. His eyes were blue, or grey I couldn't tell, and the shined when he spoke, and - I stopped myself. I can't think about him like that! He could have me dead in an instant! Don't forget who he works for, Hermione. I sighed and when he came back in the bathroom, he sat on the counter. Our eyes met and I quickly looked down.

"Like I said before-or almost said before, it's going to hurt a lot when I put the alcohol on your cuts. Just stay relaxed and try not to think about it." He nodded and closed his eyes. I dabbed the liquid on one of the cuts and he clenched his jaw, tightening his muscles.

"Is this necessary?" He angrily whispered.

"Yes," I rubbed it in the deeper gash and wiped the area around it. "And you're going to need stitches on this one." He let out a growl from the back of his throat and I sighed.

"Maybe I'll just do it myself." He took the needle and I quickly took it back in my possession.

"You don't know how. I know that for a fact."

"You don't know how. I know that 'cause I know everything." He mocked in a sarcastic tone. I bit back a smile and settled myself between his legs against the counter.

"This is going to hurt."

"I know." He sighed and I carefully punctured the needle into his skin. He but his lip and clenched his fists, closing his eyes from the pain. I continued through, pulled it shut, and repeated until I had sealed the wound to the best of my ability. When I finished, he had his legs wrapped around mine, and his hands clenched tightly together. I could feel the muscles in his legs tightening around me and it almost made me miss where I was aiming the needle a few times. When I tied the string, I dabbed it with alcohol and he took a few deep breaths. He opened his eyes and I smiled.

"Done sewing your face back together." He groaned quietly feeling his face, and I chuckled. "It'll hurt for a while, but the more you mess with it, the longer it will take to heal." I took his arm and cleaned some of the scrapes off, wrapping them in gauze. "And I hope these don't get infected any more than they already are. Don't you get any kind of medical treatment here?" He shook his head.

"I'm lucky to get breakfast." I rinsed the cloth off and rung it out.

"Don't you get lonely living here? I mean, your only company is Voldem-you know who, and the other death eaters. I mean they can't be that great of company." He laughed softly and I cleaned off the rest if his face.

"I do sometimes. But I mean, I've been alone pretty much my whole life. My parents left me for dead. Fenrir found me and decided to raise me as one of his own instead of kill and eat me." He shrugged. "Not much of a family I've ever had."

"I'm so sorry.." I frowned. I'd never heard any stories about death eaters and why they'd joined Voldemort. I'd just assumed they'd all chose to be blood thirsty killers. "So you never had a choice to join You-Know-Who, did you? I mean, the only family you had was Fenrir and I mean I don't know what kind of dad he was, but-"

"Awful." He smirked and let out a quiet laugh.

"...but I can only assume he gave you no choice..but to join him. And if you said no, he'd-"

"Kill me." I nodded and pressed my head against his chest. Tears started falling and he loosely wrapped his arms around my waist. "Nothing I could've done. This is the only life I've ever known. I don't know how else to live." We sat there for a few minutes, me sniffling softly and him telling me a few more things about his childhood, before I pulled back and he wiped my cheeks. "Please don't cry for me." He smiled. "I'm not something you need to worry about." I looked up at him and he pushed some stray hair behind my ear. "I'm not worth the tears from someone like you." I cocked my head to one side.

"What do you mean someone like me?"

"Beautiful, innocent, you've for your entire life in front of you like a canvas." My breath hitched as his words began replaying in my head. "I've already had my life painted out for me. You've still got a hundred years to live." He smiled sadly. "I don't."

"Scabior..I don't -"

"Adam. Call me Adam." He locked our fingers together and I gave him a puzzled look, glancing down at our hands.

"Adam?"

"That's the name my mum gave me. Fenrir changed it." I smiled and rubbed his hand with my thumb.

"Adam." He smiled and nodded, meeting his eyes with mine. "I like that better." He smiled and leaned down slowly, his eyes lingering on my lips. My breath caught in my throat as I realized what was happening. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Okay, a death eater is about to kiss you Hermione. A death eater. Remember, who he's remember..Voldemort..he-. My jumbled thoughts were cut short by a pair of soft lips pressing against mine. I pulled our hands apart and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. He carefully slid off the counter and backed me against the bathroom wall, running his hands down my sides and finding my bum. He squeezed it and smirked into the kiss, sliding his tongue over mine. I gasped and pulled him closer, tangling my fingers in his hair. He moved his hands back up to my waist and held it tight, pulling away slightly from the kiss. I took a deep, exasperated breath and he began kissing my jaw, dragging his teeth along and leaving a trail of kisses to my ear.

"Stay with me tonight..?" He muttered as more of a statement than a question and kissed my ear, leaving sloppy kisses down my neck.

"Don't think...much choice." Was all I could get out as he pulled me off the wall and back into the bedroom.