August 11- Hermione

God, kill me now!

It's almost not worth it, being stuck running from psychotic murderers with Mr. Draco I-Can't- Scuff-My-Brand-Spanking-New-Seven-Hundred-Galleon-Italien-Leather-Shoes Malfoy. I've always known that wizards are cruel and violent, but are they all this superficial and…prissy? I mean, he refuses to even eat beans because "they look like Pixy shit." Unbelievable!

And this morning, Malfoy threw the biggest tantrum when I told him there wasn't a shower nearby. He started going off on how his hair was going to suffer and how savage this is, running around through the forest, getting dirty. It was quite amusing actually, albeit a bit frightening. And what made it even more hilarious was the fact that I know a cleaning spell, scourgify, that I could have cleaned him with, if I had wanted to.

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Draco

Merlin, kill me now!

I wish someone would hurry up and find us already! This is unbearable! The mudblood keeps going on and on about how evil everyone is: the Dark Lord, wizards and witches, me! It's like someone cast the Déjà Vu spell on it! And that self-righteous and "I know everything" attitude- fucking insufferable!

I have to remind myself there's only six days left until I escape the mudblood, unless the Death Eaters or Ministry officials find us first. I told myself yesterday that I would allow myself one week to retrieve my wand. If I still don't have it back by then, I will suck it up and contact the Dark Lord. I just hope it doesn't come to that. I shudder at the thought of telling the greatest wizard that ever lived that I, Draco Abraxas Malfoy, top of my class in Hogwarts and the youngest wizard ever to join the Dark Lord's elite, was outsmarted and outmagicked by a stupid mudblood with no formal training.

The mudblood still hasn't dropped its guard around me, not for one second. It has not released me from the ropes securing my wrists together, and it always makes sure that I take the lead, so that it can trail behind with my wand trained at me. There hasn't been a single opening for me to try and take the wand back.

"Malfoy, stop for a minute." The mudblood barks.

"You can't order me around, mudblood." Nevertheless, I halt.

"You're bleeding." It says, eyeing my wrists. I look down. The ropes have dug deep gashes into my skin, and blood pours out freely from the wounds. The ropes have turned a deep crimson, as well has my hands. I wonder why I hadn't noticed that before.

"Well, it's your fucking fault. Yours and these damned ropes!" I snarl.

"I suppose, if you promise not to run, I can take the ropes off." She offers.

Wait, what? Is she really so stupid that she would take my word for it? "Fine. I promise." Maybe this will be easier than I'd thought. I gave this mudblood way too much credit.

"Alright, but if you make one wrong move, it will be the last move you make for a very long time. Understood?" I nod. Well, I guess it's not completely naïve.

It points the wand at the ropes. "Wait! You've never used Diffindo before, have you?"

It rolls its eyes. "Of course not! Mudblood, remember? No wands allowed."

"Then don't use it! If you do it wrong, it can cut through my flesh. And I'm cut up enough, thank you very much!"

"Well, it's either this, or I untie the knots myself. Which would mean I'd probably touch you." It smirks.

This is a tough decision. Risk being further injured, or risk being touched by filth. Which is the lesser of two evils? They seem pretty equal.

"Done!" The mudblood declares proudly, the severed ropes lying by its feet. Well, that solves that.

"Great. Now heal me." I hold out my wrists.

"No." The mudblood doesn't even think about it.

"Yes. Look at my wrists- they'll scar if you don't!"

"Yes, but it won't kill you. But if I do the spell wrong, I will kill you. And I've never done it before, so no. I will not heal you." I glare at her with an intensity that has sent even grown Pureblood men cowering with their tail between their legs, but this lowly little mudblood does not back down. Instead, it matches my glare with one almost as frightening.

A bird flies overhead, breaking our staring contest. "Come on, let's go." The mudblood commands. It waits until I start walking before following behind, with the wand pointed at me. It's the same arrangement as before, except for one crucial difference- I have use of my hands now.

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This chapter is really short, I know. I will try to get the next one up later today.