A/N: Hey, so sorry for the delay. I've been trying to make my chapters longer, but then I'll go into a whole new section which will make the chapter so long that its really frustrating to read (I have experience) Oh BTW, I'm gonna change the rating to T because I've decided to not go into very adulty things…
Chapter 3:
The dungeons were dark. Dark. It wasn't that Hermione had a limited vocabulary, but as soon as she was thrown down into the damp, filthy cell, all she could think of was how dark it was. Once Voldemort had ended the meeting, Lucius had dragged Hermione into the cell. No words, no insults, no curses. He hadn't even looked her way once, not even when he chained her. Then he left, leaving her in the dark cell.
A few hours later, at when Hermione assumed was dinner time, the door creaked open. In walked the one and only Draco Malfoy. His face was a bit sunken, his eyes hollow, his face expressionless. He slid a tray through the slot, like this was a scene in a movie. Hermione expected him to leave, but instead, he pulled up a chair and sat there. Watching her.
Hermione started to eat. Poisoned or not, she was to hungry to care. Her visitor was still staring at her with those chilled eyes. Finally, Hermione had enough, "What are you staring at Malfoy, never seen a mudblood eat?" she sneered. His face slid into an uneasy, unsettling smile, yet he didn't utter a word. Hermione started talking again but he held up his hand to stop her. "I'm just surprised that 'the brightest witch of our year' would end up in a dungeon in my home," he said pleasantly, as if they were old friends conversing about the weather. Hermione started to retort again yet he still stopped her. "Nevertheless," he said, "I think I should help you escape." Hermione didn't even speak, she just stared at him, eyes wide opened. "Wh-wh-why? Why would you do that?" Malfoy continued, "Well, you see, when I was young, I thought controlling others, being more superior, more powerful than others was the best thing that could happen. Well, I was wrong." He spoke the last sentence so bitterly, so hatefully, and the fire of contempt that Hermione saw in his eyes in the clearing was back. She felt sorry for him, though she didn't think anything could make her forgive just how cruel he was, still could be.
Quite suddenly, the fire left his eyes as quickly as it had come. "So, what do you think?" He asked. Hermione cowered under his adamant glare and said softly, "I'm sorry but I don't need your help." Malfoy stiffened and yelled, "What? Are you stupid? I am offering to help you escape! To go back to your ignorant friends and to defeat Voldemort! And you refuse! How can-how would you-!" Hermione stayed quiet during the duration of his ranting. As soon as he was finished, she said, "Maybe you're right, maybe I am being stupid, but I refuse to accept help from you." This time her voice wasn't timid and hesitant, it was firm and stubborn. While she wanted to go back to the Order so bad, she had accepted this mission and was determined to finish it, no matter what she had to do. Malfoy looked at her one last time in anger and disbelief and swept out of the cell, and walked the long, dark hallway without looking back.
Later that night, Hermione contacted the Order with the device Kingsley had given her earlier. Funny enough, Voldemort thought that his victory couldn't be stopped, and therefore had not searched her for anything but her wand and dangerous devices when she got to the Manor. The device was a small heart shaped necklace. After explained what had taken place during the day, Kingsley looked very hopeful. "Draco Malfoy is on our side!" He exclaimed. "You have to stick close to him, learn as much from him as you can! In fact, the easiest way to do that would be to make him fall in love with you!"