Chapter three

I waited and waited to see his face. Someone kind and sweet, why was Draco Malfoy planning to help me? Was he sticking to his promise? I had not seen him for what seemed like forever but how did i really know how long it had been? No one would speak when my bowl of gruel was shoved so i never had any new information, not even the men would tell me anything just throw nasty taunts a few curses and left. Sometimes they tried to do more but i knew how to kick and aim where it hurts. Sure I'd been hit for a few times but they quickly learn that even a body binding spell could not work against my will to protect myself. And when i kicked it hurt. I

I had learned what they could do the first time and I refused to be weak to them. Lowly deatheaters who don't see that instead of the unpure wizards they are the scum of our society. Giving wizards a bad name by killing all those who did not posses their skill or others whom one or none of their parents were magical. Do they not see that it is a blessing and not a curse? Did they not see their own stupidity and blindness by following this fool who he himself is half blooded. Throwing his own family away for his own selfish needs and desires. I promised myself that if ever i had the time to injure that bastard i surely would.

never knew how much time was left for me but i did not fear the cold harsh reality of death. In fact I welcomed it. Whether a rich pureblood or the gryffindor keeper sooner or later you'll dance with the reaper. I hated the thought of who would deal me my final card in life. I imagined the pain Ron and Harry would be feeling right now. Would they be missing me? What are they doing right now? Probably kicking Malfoy's ass. I smiled at the thought.

I hoped they would carry on and be strong without me. I was very proud of them. Would they graduate? Would they have happy and full lives? Or will Voldermort cut them short as he has the power to do to mine. Tears flowed down my face as i broke inside placing my head on my badly bruised legs curling my stomach trying not to upset my broken ribs my broken hands laying almost useless beside me. I grieved for my un lived life, ready to accept what awaited me. I did not fear I only grieved. I would never grow to have children, I would never watch Harry's and Ron's little ones run around with mine. Like my big brothers strong and dependable and always there when i needed them. Just like I was always there from them. They weren't there the day i was snatched. It was my own selfish fault really.

was walking by the lake in the rain by myself having a sulk. Ron and Harry had played a really mean practical joke on me and i was angry but at the same time it was very humorous. Now i thought back on it of course, at the time i was mortified. I cursed at the damn whoppi cushion. I was not pleased with the immaturity of it anyway. So i presumed silly me, smart Hermoine has a quick lapse of judgment and it was my own stupid pride that had caused it, that I would be safe in the dark in the rain at the lake fuming but too proud to go back and apologize for over reacting, well storming straight out without a word was over reacting in my sense. I just didn't want to say anything to them that would ruin our friendship and had to calm down and blow of steam. I had just sat down when i heard something crack behind me. I put my hand in my pocket but presumed it was some type of cute and fluffy animal of course you could never be to safe.

"Petrificus Totalus," that ferret! that lousy ferret had me in a full body bind! This time i felt no real danger so my will was not strong enough to fight. I just planned to really get him back. When he began to drag me by my legs causing my skirt to ride up my legs till my white cotton underwear were exposed lucky for me though they weren't, thought i wasn't exactly saved from the clutches of embarrassment, being dragged along the ground in a full body bind of course. I knew what was coming as we approached th outskirts of the forbidden forest. There his father awaited us, bid his son a warm farewell and now here i was underground. Hopless. Nothing could save me not even Malfoy, even if i was saved from this hell i would not be able to keep fire inside burning. Every passing second timed by the leaking roof, my sanity grew weaker and my hope smaller.

Time was a luxury to me and Hvaing all tis time to myself was a blessing as it was a curse. With the positive thoughts there was always a negative hiding in the corner, ready to pounce at any given moment. It seemed like forever since i had seen the light of day, dipped my toes in the lake and skipped merrily around hogwarts saving the wizarding world as we knew it every year one way or another. Would I ever do that again? So often i had helped defeat a terrible evil and now here i was reaping the rewards of the bravery and loyalty a Gryyfindor prided themselves on. I heard a little 'pop' but still could not see anything resembling my freedom.

"Where are you Malfoy!"I screamed at the walls wishing someone could hear me, someone would answer. After all once you have talked to yourself for as long as i am sure i have talked to myself you would lust after human interaction, no matter who it was. "You are a dirty rat Malfoy! You gave me your word! WHERE ARE YOU MALFOY!"

"Shut up," i heard a hiss from the corner causing me to jump and stop my tirade of useless assults and looked frantically arund me trying to find out where the voice was coming from. When i could not see anything, i presumed it had just been a mirage, a figment of my imagination and leaned against the wall again putting my head on my knees and sobbed for my hopless case.

I could have sworn i felt a sympathetic arm snake around my heaving shoulders and i let it sit there pretending in my mind that it was Harry and Ron there in spirit to comfort me.

"Shh granger i'm here," i felt like my insides were as frozen as walls around me. Malfoy, Malfoy was here. But why? was he here to saveor end my life? was his kindness a charade so he wouldn't feel so guilty about my death.

"Why?" i whispered to nothingness. How could he be here if i had never seen him? My mind was not working on me and it failed all my knowledge.

"Because, already I have failed you, I can never bee forgiven for your fate," He slipped me under what appeared to be an invisinility cloak. We dissappeared into the night.

The state i ofund her in appaled me. Her body was black and blue and she obviously had broken bones. As for her mental state? Well i found her crying and screaming cursing my name. I felt my stupid feeling heart drop. She held a strong face but inside she had lost all hope completly. I wanted to wrap my arms around her and stop her from crying and i wondered why inside I felt such pain for her. I loathed to think how i would feel if that were my sister or my daughter and i felt guilt like i had never felt before. I had bought her here, I had made this her fate, I had condemmened her to this. How could I live with myself, I had to save her.

"Where are you Malfoy!" I heard her scream at her confining walls, "You are a dirty rat Malfoy! You gave me your word! WHERE ARE YOU MALFOY!" She continued her tirade, i became worried at her constant yelling wondering if it was common and would it be unoticed if she stopped? how long had she been like this?

"Shut up," I hiss from the corner i am hiding in under my invisibility cloak, provided thanks to the room of requirement. She looks around like a fightened deer inheadlights trying to find me, but failing hopelessly as i was under said cloak. She returned where she was sitting and put her head on her knees and cried once more.

I Couldn't bear it. I moved soundlessly over to where she was and snaked my arm wrapped in the cloak around her shoulder.

"Shh granger i'm here," I tried to calm her but now she just seemed even more frightened. Did she not think of an invisibility cloak i thought she was the brightest witch in hogwarts?

"Why?" she whispered a question i had feared her to ask and now that she had i dreaded it. I would answer her as honsetly as i possibly could while retaining my pride i hoped she wouldn't remeber when she returned to Hogwarts. Words I may very much ever regret saying.

"Because, already I have failed you, I can never bee forgiven for your fate," I covered her small cold form shaking with fright and lack of warmth, she looked at meas if she had died and gone to heaven. With a 'pop" We dissappeared into the night back into the room of requirement where I required myself to be.

She fainted when we arrived. So what was I do do now? Do I drag her to Snape, doI knock and dump her at the infirmary. I sat in the room of requirement requiring an answer but none would come to me. If i took her anywhere someone would see me, if i waited too late Filch might find me. He was quite fond of the dungeons. I felt like i had, had this internal argument before many a time but right now i had not thought it out at all. I need to get a message to Harry and Ron somehow but i had no idea how.

A white owl perched itself on a windowsill i had not seen before. Obviously i no longer hzd the need for a room to apparate but instead a room to send an owl form. I sat down at the new cherrywood desk and pulled picked up a quill and began to write on the parchment already lying waiting for me. I tied the message to the leg of the owl and wished it good luck, just before it took off i realised that it was infact Potters Owl that i had given the letter to. How very convienient.

My owl tapped against my window causing quite a racket as it was very impatient and cold. I opened the offending window and she came flying in hooting brandishing her leg as she perced atop my four poster bed.

Potter,

Come to the room of requirement and require me.I have her. Come Alone.

It remained unsigned but I knew who it was all right. As much as i knew that I wanted to bring Ron, and how angry he's be if i didn't but I wanted Hermoine safe, even if this was a trap. I would be brave and go alone for her. I held the letter tight in my hands and put away my books to make my way to her.