Disclaimer: I am not the illustrious J.K. Rowling. If I were she, I would not be writing fan fiction. I make no money from this.

A/N: This is written for The "365 Days of Drabbles" Challenge. This is a challenge to write a drabble or one-shot a day for 365 days. Each day will have a prompt that is to be used that day. Most of these will revolve around Sevmione. If you don't like the pairing, don't read. They won't be in any particular order. The prompt for day 189: House Elf.

This was also written for the Game of Life Challenge. I had the prompts torch, guard and ham and used all three.

Warning: Mention of torture, but no description.

The Prisoner

Draco walked down the dungeon corridor like he owned the place. Of course, he would own the place eventually, but for now, he just lived under his father's roof. As he walked along the corridor, the torches on either side lit to aid his vision. He could see the only other lit torches about halfway down the corridor, where the guard was posted.

As Draco drew closer to the guard, the man finally noticed someone was coming. "Who's there?" he called in a gravelly voice.

"Draco Malfoy," Draco stated haughtily. "I'll thank you not to question who I am again."

"I'm sorry, Master Malfoy," said the Death Eater Draco didn't recognize. "It gets lonely down here with only the prisoner for company."

"Well, it seems to be your lucky day," said Draco. "I'm here to relieve you."

The Death Eater blinked once, twice. None of the Malfoys ever stood guard over the prisoner in the dungeon.

Draco rolled his eyes. "I'm just standing in until Dolohov gets back from a mission set by the Dark Lord."

"Oh, well, thank you, Master Malfoy," the unknown Death Eater said before taking off down the corridor.

"Go to the kitchens and ask the house elves for food if you're hungry!" Draco called after him. He hoped the man spending some time eating in the kitchen would buy him some more time.

Draco turned to the door the Death Eater had been guarding. Draco had told a slight lie to get the man to leave his post. Dolohov was on a mission for the Dark Lord, but he wasn't next to stand guard. The other wizard was supposed to be there for twenty-four hours. It had only been sixteen hours, and Draco hoped he had given himself enough time to do what he came here to do.

Draco waved his hand over the lock. It was set to open only for someone of Malfoy blood. The cell door clicked open and Malfoy stepped inside. "Lumos," he muttered and his wand tip lit up. He didn't want to blind the prisoner with too much light. He held his wand aloft to shine the light around the cell. There, in the center of the room was the huddled form of the prisoner.

Draco walked over and shook her shoulder. "Granger," he said.

She didn't move so he shook her shoulder a little harder and said a little louder, "Granger."

She still didn't move. Draco could see she was breathing and knew the Dark Lord would not allow her to be killed. She was a friend of Harry Potter's. She was bait. If she died, they would have nothing to temp Potter with.

Draco pointed his wand at her and said, "Rennervate."

Hermione stirred with a groan and tried to push herself into a sitting position. "Careful, Granger. I just revived you. You're going to be sore from the Cruciatus and have a headache from the Stunner."

Draco helped Hermione sit up. He kept an arm around her back for support. Draco used his wand to conjure a glass and a quick Aguamenti filled the glass with water. He held the glass for Hermione to drink from.

Hermione drank the entire glass of water and croaked, "Thank you," while Draco refilled the glass for her to drink again. This time Hermione held the glass herself while Draco rummaged in his robe pockets.

"Here," he said handing her something wrapped in a linen napkin. "I got some food from the kitchen. The house elves made you some ham sandwiches."

"Thank you," Hermione said again taking the sandwiches. Unwrapping them she asked, "Why are you being so nice Malfoy? I'm Harry Potter's mudblood friend. We both know what's going to happen."

"Don't use that word, Granger," Draco said. "Nothing else is going to happen. I have a plan to get you out. I can't tell you anything yet, but I will tell you before the Dark Lord calls for you again." Seeing the fear that crossed Hermione's face Draco continued, "Don't worry, Granger." He wrapped his arms around her in a hug. "I won't let anything happen to you."

Hermione buried her face in Draco's chest and nodded. She pulled away and turned to grab the ham sandwiches. They just sat there, not saying anything, each taking comfort from the presence of the other. Draco would refill the glass with water when he would notice it was empty.

All too soon, they heard footsteps coming down the dungeon corridor. Draco vanished the glass and took the napkin back to stick in his pocket. He turned to Hermione and said, "I'm going to have to stun you again." At her nod he said, "Stupify," and caught her before her head hit the ground. Draco laid her gently on the ground, quickly Disillusioned himself and shut the door just before the torches down the hall brought his father and the guard into view.

"Coville, there is no one else down here," Lucius Malfoy sneered at the man.

Coville looked around, clearly confused as to where Draco was, as Draco snuck past in his Disillusioned state. It was time to put his plan to save Granger's life into action.

A/N2: This is actually a little angsty for me and a little out of my comfort zone. I'm happy with the end result though. I could even make this into a MC one day. I know Draco's plan to save her...