A/N: Dude! When is Tom Felton going to update his site? I love him and I miss his blogs…hope this chapter is worth the wait. It's 5200+ words :)

Chap. 21 WhatNever Happened

'Master, do you think you'll be able to possess him soon?' Lucius asked, bowing slightly.

'I do not know, Malfoy.' Hissed Voldemort, 'I was supposed to be able to inhabit him the night he injured himself at Azkaban.'

'Well, my Master, I told my son that he was possessed by you last night. He thinks he killed people. Shall we continue bewitching him be knocked out with that draught until we figure what went wrong?'

'Yes. Find out what happened. If you do not find the solution, Malfoy, I will dispose of your son and find a new body.'

'Yes, my Lord.'

--

Draco turned and saw Demon standing on the floor outside a cell.

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Hermione was lying on the cold stone floor facing the wall. She was sick of staring out into the corridors that she would probably never touch again.

Suddenly Hermione felt a presence standing outside of her cell.

'Go away, I'm not hungry.' She said routinely.

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Draco continued to sprint toward the bird. Then he heard a voice, a weak, feminine voice, say that she was not hungry. He knew that voice.

He halted to a stop just outside Hermione's cell. His view nearly made him cry. His beloved girlfriend, who once glowed with life, now faced the wall, pale and thin-too thin. She was in a torn, dirty t-shirt and jeans. The backs of her arms were visible and they were bruised- the blue and purple were the only colors on her white skin. Her once voluptuous, healthy hair was now dry and snarled. She was breathing shallowly- her body shaking from the cold.

'Hermione,' Draco called forlornly.

He saw Hermione tense up at his voice. She quickly turned to actually prove to herself that her Draco was not there and that she was hearing things…she was wrong, there he was in the beautiful flesh.

'Draco!' Hermione cried in a hoarse whisper.

Tears immediately began to flood her eyes and cascade down her cheeks.

Draco pressed himself up against the bars as she stood up quickly and raced to the bars herself.

They grabbed and held onto each other through the bars.

'Draco! Oh Draco, I didn't know what happened to you! I was so afraid! This is all my fault. I went to your father thinking I could help you, but I couldn't! I thought you had given up on us since I was never able to go back to you! I thought you'd think I didn't love you anymore. I—'

'Hermione, shhh…it's okay, baby. I am here. I'm the one who is sorry.'

He looked at her face and frontal body more thoroughly now. Her face was pale and sickly. Her eyes were large, but no longer bright. Her cheeks were sunken along with her eyes. Her collarbones were protruding more than normal, and he assumed the rest of her body was like that as well.

Hermione realized he was scanning her and did not like what he was seeing.

'Oh god, Hermione…what has my bastard father done to you? Has he been letting you starve?'

'There's a house-elf who comes down every other day with food.' Hermione answered shyly.

Draco looked inside her cell and saw the bowls of cold broth and loaves of stale bread. He then looked at Hermione with deep concern.

'Have you not been eating, Hermione?'

Hermione broke down in tears and collapsed to her knees.

'Oh, Hermione, please don't cry anymore…I'm sorry for interrogating, but you are going to kill yourself! You're so thin, you must eat, Hermione. Why haven't you been eating?' He asked desperately.

'I-I didn't know what happened to you, Draco. I thought…I didn't think I'd see you ever again. I failed you. I was so miserable, I didn't care anymore…'

'You wanted to starve yourself to death?' Draco asked sadly.

She didn't answer.

'This is my fault, Hermione. I pulled you into this hell and I am so sorry for doing this to you.'

Hermione looked up from the floor into his eyes.

'Do you still love me, Draco?'

'Of course, I have never stopped loving you.'

He looked around for the owl and then grabbed the letter from it once he saw that the bird was behind him.

'I wrote this for you today just before I found you in here…read it- I have to go back to the main part of the manor before Lucius comes looking for me, but I promise you, Hermione, I'll get you out of here.'

'That's what I promised you.' She replied sadly.

Draco got on his knees and reached for her. She let him take her hands.

'Believe me when I say that I will get you out of here. I will do whatever it takes. Don't endanger yourself anymore, please eat. Be strong. If you love me, you'll be strong.'

'I'll be strong.' She retorted.

He smiled weakly and then placed a lingering kiss on her cold hands.

'I'll be back to get you as soon as I can.' He said just before running down the corridor away from her.

A part of her was sad and angry to see him go, but she was mainly filled with hope; her beloved had come to her and he was okay. Or so she thought. Hermione then remembered the letter he had given to her to read.

--

Draco was now sitting in his room thinking.

Why haven't the Ministry officials come searching for me?

People are dead and I am not in Azkaban anymore…you'd think they would have come for my arrest again by now.

Maybe I killed Ministry officials! Maybe I killed them all, so know one knows I escaped! Maybe no one knows they are dead!

'I've got to find out who I killed last night…Barney!'

A house-elf appeared in front of Draco instantly.

'Yes, young Master Draco?'

'Bring me the Daily Prophet.'

'Barney will get it right away, Sir.' He replied just before disappearing.

Draco stood up from his chair and began pacing.

What the hell am I going to do about Hermione?

Barney re-appeared with the paper.

Draco hastily took it from his hands.

The cover headline said, "The-Boy-Who-Lived on the Search for his childhood friend, Hermione Granger."

'What? I must have killed the officials if my escape isn't known. My escape would have been on the front cover, not Hermione's disappearance.'

Draco opened the paper to the cover story. He skimmed it, reading quotes from both Harry and Ron.

"She's been missing for a month, the Aurors, including Ron here, have been searching for her for many weeks."

"It's that Malfoy, I'm tellin' ya!"

"Unlike, Ron, I do not believe Malfoy knows anything about it. Well, not Draco Malfoy at least. I believe Lucius Malfoy found out that Hermione was the one who figured out that his son was cursed into becoming Voldemort, so he kidnapped her before she could do anything to prevent it. Hermione's a very gifted witch, she maybe could have."

"Or Malfoy was just being a censored and did something to her!"

'Well, at least Potter's on the right track.' Draco sighed, throwing down the paper. 'Voldemort must have done something to the Dementors so they wouldn't inform any Ministry officials that I'm gone…Weasel is still alive. He would have been informed, no matter how worthless he is and he didn't say anything about my disappearance.'

Draco then realized Barney was still in the room, waiting for instructions.

'Oh, Barney, do you know what happened to me last night?'

'No, Sir. You were brought home late last night by Master Malfoy Senior.'

'What time?'

'Barney thinks he remembers it was eleven.'

'Eleven? Mmm…have you heard my father talk about any murders that occurred last night?'

'No, Barney hasn't heard Master Malfoy Senior talk about murders, Sir! But maybe that's what Mister Minister of Magic was telling Master.'

Draco stared at Barney dumbly.

'What? What did you just say? The Minister of Magic was here?'

'Yes, early this morning after the Prophet was released, Sir.'

'What? Why?'

'Barney doesn't know! Maybe Skirmy knows! She served tea, Master Draco!'

'Skirmy!' Draco cried.

Then the she-house-elf appeared.

'Yes, Master Draco?' She asked timidly.

'You were with Lucius and the Minister?'

'Yes, Skirmy was in for a bit, Sir.'

'Why was the Minister here?'

'To ask Master Lucius about Miss Granger, Sir.'

'What did Lucius say?'

'He said he doesn't know anything about it, Sir.' Skirmy replied, looking down to the floor.

Draco knew Skirmy knew that Lucius knew he had Hermione (sorry if that was confusing).

'Thanks, Skirmy…for earlier.'

Draco remembered Skirmy hinted at the dungeons earlier, Draco was just too occupied with figuring out what happened to him to understand her hidden messages. Now he knew what she was trying to tell him.

Skirmy looked nervously at Barney.

Then she turned back to Draco and said carefully, 'Did Master Draco find what Skirmy told him?'

'Yes, I did.' Draco turned to Barney, 'Thank you, go tend to Lucius or something now.'

'Yes, Young Master Draco.'

Barney disappeared.

'Skirmy,' Draco addressed after Barney disappeared, 'did the Minister say anything about any murders?'

'No, Sir. Just talked of Miss Granger, Mr. Potter, and Mr. Weasley.'

'Did they mention me, at all?'

Skirmy didn't reply.

'Skirmy? What did they say about me?'

'Skirmy shouldn't, Sir. Master Lucius is my Master too.'

'I order you to tell me.'

'Master Lucius said he was disgraced by you, Sir.'

'The Minister didn't say anything about me being gone from Azkaban.'

'No, Sir. Minister still thinks you is in prison, Sir.'

'Voldemort must have bribed the dementors.' Draco concluded to himself. 'Skirmy, do you know who I murdered last night?'

'Master murdered!' Skirmy cried fearfully.

'Against my will, I believe.'

'Not last night, Master. Last night Skimry watched over you, ordered by Master Lucius. He wanted to make sure Master Draco didn't wake up and try to escape.'

Draco was beyond confused now.

'What? I didn't go anywhere last night?'

'No, Sir.'

'He's lying…' Draco murmured.

'Master…what is Master Draco going to do about Miss Granger?' She asked shyly. 'Skirmy was placed to be in charge of feeding Miss Granger and she doesn't eat… Skirmy is worried for her.'

'She'll eat now. I went to see her. I told her she had to be strong.'

'Does Master know how to get Miss Granger out?'

'Yes, but I have to wait for the opportune moment…'

'If Master Draco wishes to find a time to spend with her without interruption…Skirmy knows that Master Lucius will be gone tonight.'

'When? Where?'

'Skirmy heard Minister invite Master Lucius to a Ministry Ball…Master Lucius is going.'

'When?'

'Later, Skirmy's not sure when, Master.'

'Good, thank you. You've been very helpful, Skirmy.'

--

Dear Hermione, something horrible has happened. The state you tried helping me avoid has happened. But I still need you, I love you and because of this I only become Voldemort at night…so I guess the research you found turned out to be right. We planned on being together only during the day, and to be honest I was going to tell you we needed to end things altogether but then I was arrested and never got the chance, but I am now a prisoner at Malfoy Manor. I cannot leave the property. I don't know what to do. Lucius said I "tortured" and "killed" last night…I don't remember anything. I can't live like this, Hermione. I need to speak to you somehow soon…I know it would be risky for you to come here but I think that's what is needed. If you don't want to I understand completely. I haven't heard or seen from you in weeks, I hope you are okay…I still love you…if you have changed your feelings for me, please, my love, tell me. I need to know where you stand. I miss you terribly. I feel so many things right now: hurt, frustration, anger…but none of these torture my soul as much as the empty feeling I have being without you. Well, I better go because Lucius might get suspicious and come look for me.

Forever Yours, Draco.

Hermione read the note Draco gave her hundreds of times.

'He's become Voldemort…oh gods…he must be so miserable not knowing what he's doing…oh who did he murder? Draco murdered.'

She began to cry. She thought she had cried all she could earlier in the month, but the tears flowed now for Draco. For the man she loved. For the man who was to live a life of a murdering prisoner. She cried for him.

--

'Father,' Draco began as he strut into Lucius' study, 'who am I to kill tonight, eh?'

'Why are you so bloody cheerful now?' Lucius demanded.

'I figured I have no choice in the matter so I might as well look on the bright-side of things. Hopefully, it's Potter or Weasel tonight…or are they dead already?'

'No unfortunately.'

'Thought not.'

'You "thought not"? How so?'

'I'm sure you would be much happier today if Potter had bit the spoon finally. And you are rather melancholy, or so I've observed.'

'What the fuck is going on? Why are you being so cordial now?'

'No reason, Father. I just thought if I was a good little puppet of Voldemort, you'd tell me whose life I ended last night.'

'Well, you won't find out. The DARK LORD does not wish you to know these things.'

'Well, if I am not mistaken, I AM the Dark Lord and I want to know.'

'You are NOT the Dark Lord, Draco. He simply chooses to inhabit your worthless flesh at night.'

'Ouch, not friendly. Fine, I'll be on my way then.'

Draco turned and left in the same, cocky strut he came in on.

Lucius doesn't seem to know what the hell is going on…maybe the curse didn't work! Maybe I am not possessed! Draco thought hopefully. I can't wait until the fucker leaves so I can go tell Hermione…

A few hours later, Lucius Malfoy did in fact leave, but not before threatening Draco not to do anything stupid.

Lucius Malfoy also told the house-elves to place the sleeping draught that Draco received the night before, into whatever Draco drinks that night. If he doesn't drink, the elves were to stupefy Draco and force it down.

Draco waited until his father disappeared into the ashes of the fire before shooting down to the dungeons.

'Hermione!' He called as he sprinted down the damp halls.

'Draco?' Hermione replied in return.

He skidded to a halt in front of her cell.

'Hey baby, Lucius is gone right now…'

Draco then called Skirmy and had her open the cell door, since his wand was taken by Lucius.

Once the door opened, Draco rushed inside the cell.

'Hermione,' He breathed as he pulled her weak frame against his.

He began smothering her with kisses.

'You have no idea how good it feels to hold you…' He whispered.

There was a comfortable five second silence before Hermione replied to him.

'Yes I do.' She said, full of emotion.

Her face was buried in the nape of his neck as he held her. He soon began to feel droplets fall onto his skin and slide down his throat. Hermione was crying softly.

'I'm sorry about everything, Hermione…I do not know how else to say it.'

'It's not that…' she said hoarsely. 'I'm so glad to be in your arms right now.'

He looked down at her tear stained face and decided then and there he was stupid for ever thinking he could give her up. He then remembered that he had given her the note.

'Hermione, about the letter…'

'Draco, I don't care. I really don't. It's not you that does those horrible things, its Voldemort. It's not your fault. I will love you always…it will be hard, I know it will be. I don't know how we are going to do it, but if you are still willing, so am I.'

Draco stared at her admirably. He didn't say anything so Hermione continued.

'I'd do anything for you, Draco. I would. Tell me what I can do, and I'll do it.'

Draco smiled emotionally and then kissed her passionately. She melted into it and had to lean into him, in order not to fall.

'Lucius will gone most of the night…' Draco told her softly as he moved from her lips to her throat. 'Anything you desire to do?'

Hermione moaned softly as he sucked on her.

'Can I take a shower?'

Draco stopped his ministrations and looked at her. Then he laughed happily.

'Yes, my love, anything you want,' he then took her hand and said, 'Follow me.'

Draco began to lead her out of the dungeons, but he let himself pulling her instead of leading her.

He turned around and saw she looked stressed.

'Are you alright, Hermione?'

'Well, just go slow…I've been in that cell for a month without moving really…my legs need to adjust.'

'I can help with that.' He said with a grin.

He stepped back to her and lifted her small body easily…more easily than he had been able to before, which he didn't like.

'I'm getting you food for when you get out of the shower, Hermione. You are a twig, I'm worried. I don't like it.'

Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and shuttered against him.

He stopped walking and tried to look at her face, but she was hiding it in his nape.

'Baby, are you okay? Or are you just sleeping?' He chuckled.

'I'm sorry, Draco.'

'For what?'

'I must look so horrible to you right now. I haven't bathed in days, I look sickly, I haven't seen sunlight in a month…and…and you come rescue me…this handsome knight in shining armor…'

'Hermione, stop it. I'm sorry I said that about your weight, I had NO intension of hinting that you were sickly looking or anything less than beautiful. You ARE beautiful, Hermione. You are gorgeous. You just haven't been eating so you are weak and I want to improve your strength as much as I can. I didn't mean anything horrible, I'm sorry for saying it. Are you okay now, baby?'

He felt her nod.

He carried her out of the dungeons and was greeted by Skirmy.

'Does Master Draco need anything?'

'Yes, can you get a salad and thick soup prepared for Hermione? Also, if Lucius comes back early, tell me AT ONCE. I'm taking Hermione to a bath and then she's going to eat, alright? Don't inform any of the others unless you must.'

'Yes, Master.' She said, bowing her head slightly.

In his arms, Draco carried the limp Hermione up the stairs and into his bedroom.

Hermione looked around curiously.

'Your home is beautiful, Draco.'

'It's just a house.' He replied shortly.

He placed Hermione gently down on his bed and said, 'I'll go set your bath.'

'Thank you, Draco.'

He smiled and nodded just before disappearing into another room.

Hermione's eyes wandered around Draco's very expensive looking bedroom. She could visibly see that it was nothing less than gorgeous, but it also seemed very cold and solitary.

I couldn't imagine growing up in this house…I'd be afraid to touching anything for fear of breaking it. She thought to herself.

She then gripped the bedpost and stood up.

She slowly walked to a desk and gazed at the few pictures that lay atop it. One was of Draco alone. He looked about six. He was dressed in all black and staring out a bay window- where the ground was covered in white snow. Hermione thought Draco looked very sad for such a young boy. A second picture was of Draco and his mother. It was a posed portrait with Narcissa sitting in a large leather chair, and a thirteen-ish year old Draco standing at her side with his hand on her shoulder. Both persons had an air of dignity about them with their noses tilted upward. Hermione felt sorry for the Draco in this shot. Little did he know that the mother he was touching would die just a few, short years later. The last picture was of just Narcissa and Lucius, at first glance. She then noticed that the desk they were standing next to wasn't a desk at all. It was a cradle. Both Lucius and Narcissa had jovial smiles on their faces- and their eyes were glancing into the crib. Hermione picked up the picture and stared at Lucius' face. It was not angry or firm at all, he was happy. Hermione felt tears forming and slowly trickle down her face.

'I was just a week old in that photo.' A low voice behind her said.

Hermione didn't dare turn around and have Draco see her crying once again.

Draco stepped up against Hermione and wrapped his arms around her tiny waist. He lifted one hand and moved her hair away from her neck and kissed it softly.

'The curse didn't work, Hermione.' He stated.

'What?' She asked softly, not understanding which curse, or which part of the curse he spoke of.

'I'm not possessed at all. Not even at night.'

Hermione set down the photo gently and turned to face him. She had stopped crying and was all smiles now.

'You aren't?' She asked incredulously.

Draco chuckled happily and said, 'No, I'm not.'

She laughed- not knowing really what else to do- and threw her arms around his neck. Tears started flowing from happiness…tears from both persons.

'What happened?' Hermione asked excitedly.

'I don't know, but I can tell by the way Lucius talks about it that something went wrong.'

Hermione laughed happily again and wiped her eyes, then she leaned up and kissed a tear away from his face.

'We're going to get out of here, Hermione. We'll get out and we'll start a family and not ever have to worry about anything. I promise I'll always look after you and take care of you. I'll love you and our children forever- I'll never hurt you or them. I'll never betray you. I'll be the husband and father that Lucius never was- I swear that to you.'

'I couldn't ask for anything more, Draco. I'm content just being held by you.'

'Well that's fortunate,' he then leaned down and placed his lips next to her ear, 'cause I don't plan on letting you go.'

Hermione smiled and leaned into him.

'Your bath is ready by the way.'

Draco took her hand and they slowly made their way to the bathroom.

Once inside Draco directed Hermione to sit on a vanity stool.

'Here are some towels for you,' he said patting a pile of fluffy green towels next to the luxurious bathtub. 'There is soap, body wash, shampoo, conditioner, whatever you need in the cupboard here,' he added pointing to a small polished cabinet.

'Thank you.'

'Anything else you need?'

She bit her lip hesitantly and then replied, 'Will you come in with me?'

Draco smirked and said, 'I suppose if you're going to make me…'

'Well you don't have to!' Hermione responded, playing along.

'No, no, if it will make you more comfortable I'll come in…' He said, playing defeat.

It didn't take him long to strip down to his boxers.

'Aren't you going to get undressed?' Draco asked.

'Could you turn around?' Hermione questioned timidly.

'Baby, I've seen you naked once before.'

'Draco, please…just wait for me to get into the water before you turn around.'

Draco nodded solemnly and turned around.

Hermione stood from the chair and as quickly as she could she undressed and slipped into the warm bubbles.

She sighed happily, feeling warm water for the first time in a month. The smells of lavender and mint filled her body.

'Okay,' she said.

Draco turned around and smiled at her shyness.

'I don't know why you're being so shy,' he commented as he removed his boxers unabashedly.

'Merlin knows you aren't.' Hermione said with a giggled.

'I have no reason to be.' He said with a toothy grin as he slipped into the warm water.

He watched her lean up against the side of the tub and sit peacefully.

He shook his head. Like moving all the way over there could get her away from me. He waded in the water, slowly moving to her. He saw her smile, but tense up. He stopped moving.

'Are you all right, Hermione?' He asked in concern.

'Yes.' She replied quickly.

'You aren't acting like it. Why are you being so withdrawn? Is it because we've been separated for so long?'

'No.'

'Then what?' He asked, retreating back to his side of the tub, giving her space.

He then realized that only her neck up was above water and he could tell that her arms were wrapped around her waist and chest.

'Hermione…' He began softly, 'I don't care what you look like. Yes, you are skinny now from not eating but that doesn't mean anything. If you want, you can gain back that muscle and weight, I'll help you. I know you think I'll be "disappointed" in your appearance or something, but believe me when I say that is beyond impossible. I'd never be disappointed in you.'

During his little speech, he had maneuvered his way back over to Hermione. He was now kneeling in front of her.

He waited for a response before even thinking about touching her. Then she smiled. He smiled in return and leaned forward to kiss her. She met him and kissed back.

She felt his hands grab her hips…which were now bony, but he didn't seem to mind. He still held them tightly and pulled her against his hard erection. She moaned softly at his stiffness rubbing against her lower abdomen.

'Draco…' She whimpered, 'can I wash and then we start this back up, outside of the bathtub?'

He smiled against her mouth and then stepped back from her.

'Sure, love, whatever you want. I'm going to just sit back and relax then.'

And he did just that. He sat against the opposite side of the tub, stretched, and then folded his arms back behind his head, prepared to watch her.

'You're just going to watch me clean my self?'

'Hmm…darling, let's think about this logically for a moment. My beautiful girlfriend is in my bathtub with me naked. She wants to clean her hair and wash her self. Why would I not want to watch? Cleaning yourself requires touching.'

Hermione laughed heartily.

'You're naughty.' She replied.

'Guilty as charged, now let's get to the touching!'

--

Draco gazed at Hermione. She was stretched out on his silk sheets, naked, wet and waiting for him. He did notice that her bones, especially her hips, protruded out more than normal, but it didn't really faze him. He knew once everything was normal in life again, she'd be back to her normal, healthy self.

He leaned down and captured her mouth in his. His kiss was slow and needy. His tongue caressed hers gently as his hands wandered her body. Hermione sighed deep in her throat and leaned into wherever his hands were.

He moved his lips to her throat as he raised his lower body over her heat that was aching for him.

'Do you want me, Hermione?' He asked painfully.

'No.' She replied.

'What?'

'I need you.'

He chuckled hoarsely and kissed her deeply as he penetrated her for the second time in their rocky relationship.

She turned her head to the side, pulling away from his mouth, and moaned intensely.

He began to rock in and out of her, begging her to match his rhythm. It didn't take long for her to move in time with him, she even began moving quicker. He noticed her need for more passion so he began to thrust harder into her.

Hermione lifted her legs up around his waist and he groaned throatily feeling her walls enclose around him.

She grinded against him roughly, wanting to pleasure him also. She knew it was working because she could hear him begin to whimper her name repeatedly under his breath.

Suddenly Hermione began to feel herself peaking.

'Oh gods…' she moaned.

He heard her and he sped up. She screamed and released, shuttering against him. He smiled and began thrusting with all his might.

'Hermione…' He groaned as he spilled his seed into her.

Hermione began quickening her breath again. Draco looked at her curiously.

'Again?' He asked breathlessly.

'Uh huh…' She gasped, looking him in the eyes.

He grinned happily to himself and brought her to her second orgasm.

They were both spent after that.

Draco collapsed onto her and laughed quietly.

'I bet,' she began before taking a slow breath, 'you're feeling pretty proud of yourself now.'

He nodded against her shoulder.

'Twice.' He said simply.

She sighed happily and kissed his temple.

'I love you, Draco.'

'I know you do.'

'When is your father supposed to be back?'

'Not sure…late.'

'What time is it now?'

'Almost late.'

'I'm dirty again.'

'You're not.'

'I need to rinse off before going back downstairs.'

He lifted his head from her shoulder.

'I'm so sorry about all this, Hermione.'

'Don't be Draco. You have enough to worry about for the both of us.'

'I'll try to figure out how I can take the spell off me that ties me to this house, then I'll send word to someone that you are here and what Lucius has done. Finally, we'll be free to live the way we want.'

'Sounds lovely.'

'I promise you.'

'I know you do.'

He kissed her lips and then rolled off of her.

'Do you need help getting to the bathroom?'

'I'll manage. I'll move slowly. I'm even sorer than before now, thank you.'

'That's what I do best, doll.'

She rolled her eyes and made her way back to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, both Hermione and Draco were dressed and Draco walked Hermione back down to the dungeons after giving her the food the elves prepared. He kissed her about one hundred times and finally left her.

Draco took the draught from the elves, knowing what it was, as to not seem suspicious. Lucius returned home an hour later, not knowing what had happened in his own home.

A/N: You might be wondering "Why could Hermione barely walk through the dungeons and in Draco's room, and yet she leaped when she saw Draco coming into her cell?" Well, here is the answer: Pure adrenaline.