A/N: Sorry the last chapter was short. I ran out of ideas and wanted to move on to the next one :p I'll try and make this one longer. Oh yeah and nothing belongs to me, blah, blah, blah, all that jazz.
Draco looked around desperately. He had been frozen still for hours and no one had come. He was about to give up hoping when he heard the portrait hole open.
"Mr Malfoy?" Dumbledore's voice came floating in.
Draco tried desperately to make his presence known but he could only move his eyes and that wasn't a lot of use.
"He's in here, Mr Bumblebee, sir!" Blaise's voice came in and Draco heard Blaise and Seamus running towards the bedroom.
"Mr Malfoy?" Dumbledore called again, following Blaise.
"Daddy!" Blaise yelped and fell to his knees beside Draco.
"Relashio," Dumbledore said, following Blaise into the room.
Draco felt himself soften and he could move again.
"Professor Dumbledore!" he said, scrambling to his feet. "My father! He came! And Hermione! And…"
"Slow down, Mr Malfoy," Dumbledore said kindly. "Catch your breath."
"Mr Bumblebee, there was a big, scary man in here and he took mummy away!" Blaise said for Draco, tugging at Dumbledore's robes.
"Who was it?" Dumbledore asked Blaise.
"It was my father," Draco said when Blaise shrugged. "He came in through the window and kidnapped Hermione."
"Do you know where he Apparated?" Dumbledore asked, his face and voice still calm.
"Not for certain, but I have an idea where he might be," Draco replied.
"I can Apparate us there; can you tell me where it is?" Dumbledore asked.
"But what about Blaise and Seamus?" Draco asked.
"Mr Potter and Miss Patil are on their way over to look after them while you are gone," Dumbledore replied, still remaining calm.
"Okay. I think I know where it is. There's a second graveyard about three miles along from the one Potter was in at the Triwizard Tournament. There's a house there where the groundskeeper to the graveyard used to live. He might be there," Draco explained.
"I know the place. Hold onto my arm," Dumbledore said.
Draco obliged and took hold of Dumbledore's thin arm. He looked at Blaise.
"Stay here until Seamus's mummy and daddy come, okay?" he said.
Blaise nodded and blinked up at him bravely. Draco turned back to Dumbledore and looked up at him, signifying that he was ready to go. He felt a familiar stomach plunge as they whirled into nothingness. He suddenly felt his feet touch solid ground again and he opened his eyes. They were standing outside a door.
"Do you have your wand?" Dumbledore asked in a hushed voice.
"Yes, sir," Draco replied, pulling his wand out of his pyjama bottoms.
"Follow me," Dumbledore said, and he pushed the door open.
Draco held his wand out and followed Dumbledore into the room. It was dark but there was one barred window high on the wall, letting a small amount of light in. It was only just light enough to see. Dumbledore stepped towards the wall, immersing himself in shadow. Draco looked around and spotted Hermione, sitting on the floor in the middle of the room.
"Hermione!" he said and rushed towards her.
Her eyes became wide and she started to try and say something behind the gag. Draco bent down and untied the gag, letting it drop from her mouth.
"They're in the shadows! Get out of here!" she shouted as soon as she was free to talk.
"What? Who are?" Draco asked, confusing crossing his face.
The door slammed shut behind them and a pale figure stepped into the light.
"Mr Malfoy," it said, looking up.
Draco stood up and turned around, anger welling up inside of him. He could recognise that voice anywhere.
"Voldemort," he muttered, glaring at him.
"Crucio!" Voldemort said, almost lazily.
Draco fell to the ground as he felt the pain of a thousand flames licking his skin. He writhed on the floor, almost crying in pain. After what seemed like an eternity, the curse was lifted. Draco looked up to see another figure stepping out of the shadows.
"Father!" he said, his voice full of rage.
"Draco," his father replied, smiling coyly at him.
"What do you want with me?" Draco shouted, clambering to his feet again.
"You have been unfaithful to your master and deserve to be killed!" Voldemort snapped.
"I have no master! You were never my master and never will be!" Draco shouted.
His heart was hammering. He could be murdered right here, right now, and it wouldn't make an ounce of difference to either one of them.
"Crucio!" Voldemort said again.
Draco found himself back on the ground, the stone floor cold against his naked upper body. Blades were skinning him alive and he was yelling and screaming in pain.
"No! Stop it, stop it!" Hermione shouted, tears screaming down her face as she watched Draco curl up into a ball as the curse was lifted.
"What was that, Miss Granger?" Voldemort asked, stepping closer to her with a courteous smile on his pace face.
Draco sat up and scrambled backwards to shield Hermione.
"Out of the way, boy," Lucias said, flicking his wand and dragging Draco away.
"What do you want with Draco?" Hermione spat, glaring at Voldemort.
Voldemort lowered his face to the same height as Hermione's. He was only a few centimetres away. Hermione looked away, staring at the floor.
"Did you like playing Mummies and Daddies?" Voldemort asked in a mock coo. "Was it fun?"
"Leave her alone!" Draco shouted.
"Crucio!" Voldemort turned and pointed his wand at Draco. "When will you learn to keep your mouth shut, you foolish child?"
Draco felt the familiar pain sweep over him and braced himself.
"Now," Voldemort said, lifting the curse. "Are you prepared to be loyal to your master?"
"No," Draco said, his voice hoarse.
"What was that?" Voldemort asked, pulling Draco to his feet with another spell.
"I said no!" Draco shouted.
His wand was still in his hand and although he was in his last year at Hogwarts he still didn't have much experience with duelling. It was pretty much useless. He tossed it to one side.
"Then you must be prepared to face the consequences," Voldemort said, his teeth gritted.
Lucias stepped forward and took his son's arms behind his back, holding his wrists together so he couldn't move.
"Any last wishes?" Voldemort asked as Lucias pushed Draco forwards.
Draco turned to his father as best as he could.
"I'm your son," he spat, "How could you do this to your own family? You're an evil, twisted bastard!"
"Enough!" Lucias shouted, tightening his grip on Draco's wrists.
Voldemort grabbed hold of Hermione's arm and pulled her to her feet. Tears were streaming down her cheeks in a constant flow. He marched her towards Draco and stopped her just infront of him.
"Kiss him," Voldemort ordered, a smirk playing with his thin lips.
"Hermione," Draco started, his voice soft.
Seeing Hermione crying made his own eyes water.
"Don't say anything," Hermione whispered, the stream of tears growing.
"I have to do this so you can live," Draco replied, keeping his eyes fixed on Hermione.
She looked to the floor, her tears increasing.
"Please, as soon as it's over get out of here and save yourself," Draco whispered quickly. "I don't want anything to happen to you. You're the most important person in the world to me."
"Draco." Hermione looked back up at him.
She couldn't find any words to say. She was started to shake with every sob she let out.
"Kiss me," Draco whispered.
Hermione nodded and leant forwards, brushing her lips against his. Before she leant away, Draco deepened it and brought her back to him.
"That's enough, that's enough!" Voldemort said, scowling and pulling Hermione away from Draco.
He pulled her backwards towards the opposite wall. She kept eye contact with Draco the whole time, her sobs becoming louder and louder. Draco grimaced at her, trying to stay strong, but tears had started to fall over his cheeks too.
"I love you," he mouthed across the room to her.
"I love you too," she mouthed back, still sobbing.
Draco broke their eye contact and looked at Voldemort. Voldemort raised his wand and aimed at Draco. Lucias stepped away and let his son's arms drop. Draco looked to the floor, swallowing the lump in his throat, letting his arms hang by his side.
"Avada Kadavr-!"
"Expelliarmus!"