Over the next couple of days Draco found himself falling more and more into a state of depression. Who gives a fuck what the mudblood thinks of him. Who give a fuck what anyone thinks. He was beyond caring what people thought, even the Dark Lord. Who the HELL did she think she is, talking to him like that? She was suppose to be so fucking smart, but as far as Draco could see she was about as bright as a rock. Smart people do not piss off the person who ultamently controls their future. If not for the Dark Lords orders, he could kill that Bitch where she stood and he wouldn't give a damn. No, he couldn't. He knew better than that, he wouldn't be able to bring himself to do it, even if he wanted to. Why was it , after what she did he had to keep telling himself that he wanted to.
He hadn't looked at her since that night. He couldn't. He couldn't bring himself to believe that was he was doing was right. That night those chocolate brown eyes had bore into him. Made him weak to his knees. Weak. That was all he was. He couldn't even face what he had done. He could barely live with the guilt that he already had. He didn't need some stupid mudblood making him feel even worse about himself. Especally, Granger. He was being to think of ways to get her out of his house without the Dark Lord questioning him about it. Something that would take that resentment away. He was tired of sending the house elf down to the basement to care for someone he was put in charge of doing. And then having to hear from the house elf what a saint she was.
Hearing from Lucius and Bellatrix about how he was not doing a proper job torturing the prisioner. Their offers to do it themselves. That the task was beginning to seem like too much for him to handle. He remembered telling them that he had been using the house elve to give her an ally that he could crush to break her. He could not admit that the truth. That she had already broken him.
He had to get her out of here. If his father had his way, he would hurt her in a way that Draco could not condone. Lucius would see nothing wrong with raping that poor girl until she was raw. Bellatrix would probably hold her down and feed her lies about her blood status. Lies? Where did that come from, they were not lies. She was a nothing more than a dirty little mudblood. These conflicting feelings with her were the worst part of all. It upset Draco that he couldn't firgure out where these emotions were coming from. He HAD to get her out of here, for the well being of everyone, especally Hermione. There it was again, caring about her. She was brainwashing him. That had to be it. He could not allow that. He did the most rash thing in the world. He pulled out a piece of parchement and began to take care of the problem, once and for all.
Potter-
By now, you must have noticed that your friend Hermione Granger is missing. This letter is to inform you that she is currently located in my manor. She is safe for now, but you must come and get the mudblood before that changes. I ask nothing other than her removal. Remember that my home is filled with Death Eaters who would love for you to walk up and ask for her back. I will help you sneak in as long as you take her with you when you leave. Meet me by Dumbledores grave at dusk on Friday night, You don't have to come alone, as I know you probably don't trust me. Bring that cloak and remember I can not sneak the whole Order into my house. JUST you and the Weasel.
Draco Malfoy
Draco sealed the letter and had his owl send it to the Burrow. He knew that was Potter was there. One of the red-head were getting married, he didn't care enough to remember which one, but he knew that with Hermione missing and Rons brother's wedding, there was no where else he could be. All he could hope was that this worked without getting him killed.
"I will not admit anything if you are caught, I will help you in and give you directions to the Basement. Thats it"Draco explained.
"Tell me, Malfoy. What are you getting out of this?"Harry asked.
"I am not going to have to worry about her welfare anymore, It has put a bit of a damper on my style"He lied.
"And how do we know this isn't a trap?"Ron asked.
"Because, I am letting you come and I wouldn't give you this if It was a trap"He handed them a white box. "It's a crystal, a port key, if you are cornered use it."
"Thanks Mal..Draco"Harry said.
"Don't thank me yet Potter"He sighed "I do have one thing to ask of you. When you get Hermione out of there...tell her I lied...about the fire"
Harry gave him a strange look, but nodded in agreement.
"Remember, after I get you in, I know nothing of this." He reitterrated.
