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And to answer your comment Greenti (and anyone else who was wondering) Yes. Yes, Draco has an island in his wardrobe. In the same way that Ron's family has a tent that has multiple rooms and Newt has several different climates and regions in his suitcase. It is Draco's escape and safe place that he created for himself ( in my world and story) to hide away from the horrors he has to deal with because of his families connection to the return of the dark Lord. I hope people enjoyed that idea.

UPDATE FEB 2019: Went through and gave this chapter some edits-as I have been doing with all of the rest. I hope it makes it easier and more enjoyable for everyone reading. Thank you for taking the time to read and review I appreciate it and it motivates me to try and put my best work forward for all of you. Thank you for your patience with my spelling and typos. If I missed anything please feel free to PM me.

*TRIGGER WARNING: This story is rated M for a reason. There will be violence, abuse, sex, violence around sex, sexual abuse, molestation etc. I don't want my story to hurt anyone so please do not read if you are not okay with reading about those things. You are warned.


Chapter 6: The Sleeping Arrangements

What?!" Hermione stood shell shocked. Her face lost so much colour that Draco couldn't help but take a little offense.

"Not like that Granger. Get your mind out of the gutter," he recovered quickly hiding his hurt at her reaction behind a biting tone. "You're going to sleep here next to me so I can keep my eye on you," he retorted.

"You can't keep an eye on someone while you are sleeping! And I am NOT sleeping next to you," she argued.

Draco could see the colour returning to her face colouring cheeks. It made her look cute.

Too cute.

She was wearing his clothes and they looked so good on her…Too good on her. His shirt was tight enough on her that it was making the pants HE was wearing feel tight. As for how she looked in his his pants… well, she hadn't turned around but he had a feeling that they fit her better around back quite well. He could see the material drawn tight around her hips-which were larger than his- while pooling around the ankles since she was so much shorter than him.

Merlin she looks sexy.

You're staring too long, you need to make her believe this is no big deal.

"Don't be a twat," he said unable to keep a little of the frustration out of his voice.

"Excuse me?" Her cheeks flamed. He could practically see the steam rising out of her ears.

Good, it's good to see her feisty and fighting. Better than seeing her sad and broken.

"You heard me. It's a king sized bed Granger," Draco continued. "Unless you are the queen of star-fishing, we can go the whole night without touching each other." He tilted his head and raised an eyebrow. "Unless you're worried, you'll lose control and be unable to resist me," he gave a wolfish grin.

"Never," the venom in her voice hurt more than he liked which spurned the next words

"Then your safe," said Draco. "Because I wouldn't touch a m-" he cut himself off, but it was too late. The damage was already done. He could see in her eyes that she knew what he was going to call her. Her hand went to the scar on her arm and her eyes filled with tears which she refused to let fall. Guilt ate at the pit of his stomach.

You almost called her that name…

Its better this way, you can't let her know you care. Its better she hates you.

But I don't want her to hate me.

It's all you deserve from her.

"I-" he started.

"Don't Malfoy," Granger cut him off.

He had never apologized to her for real, not for all the things that he had said and done. The words of the apology she deserved died on his tongue as she cut him off.

Don't be an idiot.

"Fine," he straightened. "You still don't have a choice on where you lay your head tonight. You are stuck here with me whether you like it or not."

"Well I don't."

"You've made that abundantly clear."

A silence hung between them.

"I'm not sharing a bed with you. I'll sleep on the floor."

"Don't be ridiculous."

"What's so ridiculous about it? I slept on the floor in the cellar," she said pointedly.

"Why on earth are you being so difficult Granger?" he crossed his arms over his chest with a scowl.

"Difficult!"

"Yes, difficult-that is what I said."

"You, you!" Hermione let out a frustrated growl.

"If we have left logic and words behind then I'm afraid I'm done arguing with you tonight."

"You can't just bully me into sharing a bed with you!"

"You can go back to the cellar if you like," Shot Draco, though he had no intent of following through on that threat.

"You bastard," she said lowly.

"Enough." Draco's voice took on a warning edge and Hermione seemed to catch the shift in his tone. He could see the debate in her face. She wanted to keep fighting him tooth and nail. He didn't doubt that it probably gave her a feeling of some semblance of normalcy to lock horns with him. He realized that even though she didn't like him and even after what he had done cursing her in front of his aunt...she still wasn't afraid of him. Something in him softened at that knowledge.

She probably doesn't even realize it herself, doesn't realize she's not afraid of you.

"I'm sleeping on the floor," Granger repeated and sat down where she stood.

Draco let out a frustrated growl.

"I'm not having you sleep on the floor Granger."

"It's not like I wasn't on the floor for the last two nights. I'll manage just fine here, thank you. At least your floor has a carpet."

"Granger," Draco went over to her and raised his wand. To her credit she didn't flinch much. He waved the wand and lifted her off the ground. She struggled against the spell.

"You ass!"

"I told you I was done arguing," he responded dismissively and lay her down on the bed. He waved his wand again and soft ties appeared around her ankles knees and wrists.

"Are you shitting me?" she looked down and started wriggling trying to get out of them.

And damn if it wasn't one of the sexist things he had ever seen.

You're playing with fire Draco

I don't care, I'm not letting her sleep on the hard floor all night while I sleep in a comfortable bed.

Draco cast a barrier on the edge of her side of the bed.

"So you don't roll off in the middle of the night and hurt yourself."

Granger raised an eyebrow at him.

"I'm allowed to not want to have to wake up in the middle of the night to a thud and you howling about banging an elbow off my floor, for not having hands free to catch yourself."

She didn't say anything, but gave him a look.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing," she answered shortly and looked away.

"Whatever," Draco climbed into bed beside her on his knees careful to keep his distance and remain on his half of the bed "Remember you promised not to try and run away," he said plucking up several pillows and creating a puffy wall between them.

Granger looked at the pillows and then at Draco.

"Remember?" he prompted.

"I do," she finally snapped. "Unlike some people I keep my promises."

"You've never seen me make a promise Granger so get off your damn high horse," Draco growled.

"Oh are you trying to tell me that the great Draco Malfoy is a man of his word. Forgive me if I find that hard to believe."

"Granger if you don't shut up I'm going to gag you," his tone made it very clear that he had every intention of following through with the threat if she kept pushing him.

Silence answered him.

"That's better."

Draco sighed and pulled his shirt up over his head. He heard a sharp intake of breath and looked down at Granger who was looking at him, or rather staring at his torso. Her eyes flickered to his face and he saw a combination of fear and if he wasn't mistaken a glimmer of appreciation.

"Go to sleep Granger," he said much softer. "I promise you're safe here tonight."

She didn't say anything and Draco presumed she was choosing to remain silent due to his threat. He turned off the light and crawled in bed. When he his head down on the pillow she spoke.

"Promise?" he voice was so soft he almost didn't catch it. It was almost like the vulnerable request of a small child, afraid of the monsters underneath their bed. Draco's chest squeezed tight with emotion.

"I promise," he answered softly and then fell asleep.


Hermione lay there on her side of the bed staring up at embroidered canopy. She missed Harry and Ron. Couldn't stop thinking about them. Were her friends okay? She thought about the order and about being rescued.

What if they did succeed in rescuing her? What would happen with Malfoy then?

She looked across the bed. He looked so peaceful, his face smooth and relaxed in sleep.

She hated him. She turned away and back to the ceiling. She hated to admit it even to herself, but the truth was she also cared a little what happened to him. He had saved her life. It wasn't ideal, but what about this world and this war was ideal? Nothing, the world she was in was hell. Still, he didn't deserve to rot forever in Azkaban.

Maybe a little while there wouldn't hurt, she thought begrudgingly then hated herself for being so dark.

He tortured you with the crutiatus he deserves to be punished.

He saved you today.

She looked back at his sleeping face. He was so much more handsome when he wasn't scowling. Hermione scrunched up her face.

You are not going to think about Draco Malfoy that way no matter how surprisingly good her looks shirtless-He is evil

He's not entirely evil.

I'm going crazy, Hermione thought to herself. I would never think like this if I wasn't here as a captive, being used as bait. Look at yourself, he tied you up. That ended any fondness in her thoughts squashing them out completely.

Evil or not he is the enemy. You need to figure out a way to escape.

With that Hermione began plotting a way out. She began her plans and fell asleep thinking of being with her friends once more.


She had succeeded.

Her plan had worked.

Across the glen she saw the camp with all her friends. Scattered tents of the rebellion sitting like little clouds in a green grass sky. Her best friend in the world stood looking off into the distance, slightly apart from the rest of the crowd.

"Harry!" she yelled running to him.

Harry's head jerked towards her and the second recognition set in his face lit up with a smile.

"Hermione!" he ran towards her and she met his open arms leaping into them.

"How did you escape?" he asked pulling back.

"I had to wait until the right moment. I got a wand and then I took my chance," she answered and hugged him again.

"That's fantastic," he said into her hair. "We were trying to figure out how to get to you."

"I know you were. I knew you would try," she mumbled into his shoulder.

"MIONE!" Hermione lifted her head from Harry's shoulder as Ron came running out to her and picked her up spinning her around. "Boy am I glad to see you."

"I should hope so," she teased.

"Bloody hell, how did you manage it?"

"I..." she paused, her mind wasn't working clearly. How had she managed it? She told Harry she had waited for the right moment...but what had that moment been?

"Thank you Ms. Granger," Voldemort's voice came from behind them. "For leading us right to Mr. Potter."

Hermione turned to see a wall of death eaters. Draco was standing with his family by the dark Lord.

"How could you?" she felt…betrayed.

"He knows where his loyalty lies," Said Voldemort putting his arm around Draco who smiled wickedly at her.

"What's the matter Mudblood. Did you think I cared?" he laughed. "Brightest witch of the age. Right! You're the one who thought running right to your friends was the smart thing to do when you knew the Bind would let me follow you wherever you went. It's your fault."

"You did this?" Ron demanded angrily.

"I didn't mean to," Hermione pleaded.

"How could you Hermione?" asked Harry, his face full of pain at her betrayal.

"I'm sorry, I didn't-"

"This is your fault," said Ron

Suddenly Harry was lying dead at her feet. The bodies of all of her friends lay scattered around her, broken and bloody.

"It's your fault," came a voice in Hermione's ear from behind. Dread knotted in the pit of her stomach. She turned to see Greyback smiling face.

"No," she breathed in horror.

He knocked her down to the ground. Her head rolled to the side and she saw Harry's face beside her; Eyes open but vacant.

"No," she started crying. Greyback came down on top of her pinning her arms in his hands.

"You're mine now little witch."

"No!"


"GRANGER wake up!" Draco shook her awake and Hermione took one look at him and shoved her unbound hand into his face connecting sharply with his nose. He let out a yell and crutched his face as she scrambled over running to the bathroom.

"Granger!" Draco ran after her, one hand holding his bloody nose. He stopped short when he saw her throwing up into the toilet. She didn't have much on her stomach since she hadn't eaten since the roll he had brought her the previous morning so all that came up was bile.

Draco stood frozen with indecision for several heartbeats before the anger left him in a swift breath and he knelt next to her and held her hair back from her face with his free hand. She trembled at his touch. After several moments she stopped being sick and pulled away from him leaning against the wall beside the toilet.

"Are you okay?"

The concern in his voice killed her as she thought of the dream.

This is nothing but a game for him. You were stupid to think otherwise.

She didn't answer him, just looked away.

She expected his wrath. Expected him to push her; to yell at her for hitting him. Instead, he stood and went to the sink filling the empty glass beside the faucet he brought it back to her and handed her the water. She wanted to reject it, but the taste of bile in her mouth overrode the desire to push him away. She took the cup gingerly from his hands and drank down several gulps. She hadn't realized just how thirsty she was.

Draco moved over to the mirror and washed his face. He examined his nose. It wasn't broken, just slightly bloody. He pulled out his wand (which he had been sleeping with since he didn't trust Hermione enough to leave it on his bedside table.) and cast a quick spell and fixed his nose, then waved it again cleaning up the mess.

"Why don't you fix your eye?" asked Hermione.

She watched his posture stiffen.

"Dark Lords orders," he answered refusing to look at her.

"Why would he do that?" she asked.

"Why do you think?" he snapped, turning to face her.

"I don't know."

"He wanted to fuck with me, to make a point and make sure that the wound, that my face scarred.. To make sure I never forget that I let Potter go and failed him." Draco sneered. "Bet you're happy about that. Happy to see a Malfoy hurt, scarred-in pain. Think I deserve it don't you?!" He was yelling and Hermione shivered.

"No..." she whispered. You don't.

"What?" He yelled. "Speak up Granger!"

"Yes!" she yelled back, refusing to repeat a truth that a part of her didn't feel like he deserved it. "Yes. I think you deserve it you selfish prat!" Her voice rose and she let her anger at her circumstance lash out at him. "You deserve it and so does your whole family. I hope you all rot in Askaban for the rest of your lives!"

She didn't expect the spell. The silencio hit her hard sending her crashing back against the wall. Her head connected with a sharp thwack against the wall and her eyes rolled.

When she looked back Draco was backing away in horror. He didn't wait for her to say anything, just turned and left leaving her alone in the bathroom.


Draco couldn't believe what he had done.

He had hurt her.

You didn't mean to, it was just a silencio.

It doesn't matter.

He had hurt her, not for show, and not to protect her, but because he had lost his temper

Yes, it was only a silencio, it wasn't meant to hurt only silence her. Still, he had seen her head hit the wall.

He had hurt her, accident or not it was his doing.

He had proved her right.

He deserved whatever punishment came his way.

He heard the soft steps of Granger coming back into his bedroom and dared to cast a glance her way. She moved slowly towards the bed without raising her head. He was surprised when she climbed in carefully and lay down on her side of the pillows.

He wasn't surprised when she turned onto her side to face away from him.

He wanted to apologize.

He wanted to tell her he didn't mean it.

Once again he couldn't do what he wanted, only this time it was because he couldn't find the words.

Draco took a deep breath and, with a dark feeling of resignation, crawled into bed beside her and fell into a brief and restless sleep.


Thanks so much for reading this far. I hope you like it.

I want to make it very clear dear readers that Draco did not attack Hermione here. She has hit him several times and he has held back his temper. Directly after her giving him a bloody nose he is patient with her. It isn't until she is lashing out cruelly at him that he casts a spell which is not intended to harm her just to stop her from saying such hurtful things. My version of Draco is not perfect, but he is not abusive-it was genuinely an accident.