He was hauled out off the kitchen. He tried to protest, but the Death Eater just dragged him along. He was rather roughly pushed into the drawing room. He straightened his clothes and then sat in one of the armchairs as his father indicated. He wondered what this was all about. He found out only moments later.
'Merlin! No!'
There they were Ron, Harry and... He tried to contol all his emotions. He needed to make sure, that nobody would be able to read his mind. Nobody! He wasn't sure, if the Dark Lord was around or not, but he didn't really care. He needed to make sure, that nobody could get to him with Legelemency. He did not want to risk her life under any circumstances.
He tried his best to seem uninterested without pretending too much. His father was insisting he came closer. That he look again. Draco did and when he met Harry's eyes he tried his utmost not to betray the fear raging within him.
Draco walked back to his mother as soon as he could without raising any suspicions, but he had a hard time to control his emotions. Potter might have seen his fear, but at least that would make sure that he knew, that Draco wasn't the monster his father had become over the years.
And then Greyback pushed Hermione under the chandlier. He groaned inwardly. NO! This was not happening! He tried to be as non-committal as he could, but his mother remembered seeing her in Madame Malkin's. His heart sunk. His own mother would be sealing the death of the girl he loved...
His father got all excited as he recognised Ron. Draco turned his back to the prisoners. He was close to breaking point. He couldn't take much more. And then his aunt Bellatrix joined them.
'No! Please not her as well! Noooo!'
He knew only to well the savage nature of his mother's sister. His father and his aunt were squabbling over who would have the honour to call the Dark Lord. And then Bellatrix stunned the Snatchers and bound the werewolf while trying to find out where a sword that had been brought in with the prisoners came from.
For a moment he wondered what was so special about the sword. Somewhere at the back of his mind he remembered something he had once read in Hogwarts - A History, but as soon as the thought had come it was gone again.
Greyback was ordered to take Harry and Ron downstairs. His aunt was going to question Hermione. He wanted to run to her. He wanted to kill that evil woman that was his mother's sister. He knew all too well, that Bellatrix would enjoy torturing his most Precious!
'You are calm. Calm is the sea that engulfs your thoughts. The calm is the protection of the one you love.'
His aunt used the Cruciatus Curse with ease and evil delight. He heard Hermione scream in agony. Each new scream sliced into his soul. He felt physically sick. He wanted to take her away from here, to a place safe for them both. She screamed again.
And then his father ordered him to get the captured goblin from the cellars. He tried his best not to break into a run. He felt like an utter coward. He couldn't protect her! The one thing in his entire life that was worth fighting for was exposed to his vile aunt. And he could only watch her scream in agony.
He tried to sound confident as he got the goblin from the cell. A confidence he didn't feel. He could only hope that Potter and Weasley were the tough, and more importantly lucky, fighters everybody thought them to be. It would be only them that could safe the love of his life! And Hermione's screams carried on to wound him in a way nothing else would ever be able to do it just as badly.
The sword was a fake. Bellatrix summoned the Dark Lord and Draco's heart sunk. His father went to check, why Wormtail hadn't returned as yet, but was back within moments.
He could see that the werewolf was eager to get hold of his girl. And Bellatrix was just giving her to him. If this filthy animal would so much as look at her, Draco would let him feel the pain he deserved. He would use the Cruciatus Curse on him without a second thought. He would mean to hurt him.
And then Potter and Weasly were in the room. In a reflex he shot spells at them like the others did. Though he tried his utmost NOT to hit them.
Bellatrix managed to get a hold of Hermione and her knife was at her throat. The fighter stopped. Potter and Weasley dropped their wands! He wanted to groan. Was the last chance to get Hermione out off here gone? He could only pray, that that wasn't the case.
He could see the thin line of blood appearing. His blood was screaming for him to kill the evil witch, that was causing her blood to be spilled. Though before he could do anything the chandelier rattled and fell, right on top of the girl he had decided to safe no matter what.
Harry was suddenly beside him and grabbed the wands Draco was holding. He used them to stun Fenrir. His mother pulled him out off harms way.
Dobby appeared out off nowhere. And before he knew what was happening Harry, Ronald, the Goblin, Dobby and Hermione were gone. Bellatrix shrieked in frustration. And killed one of the stunned Snatchers.
Draco collapsed behind one of the chairs and then he could feel the Dark Lord approach. In this very moment Draco decided, that enough was enough! He was going to leave right now, before Voldemort got another chance to torture him. He didn't care about this house and except for his mother he didn't care for his so called family either.
He slipped out off the drawing room through a small side door. It was hidden behind a large tapestry and once he was out off the room he sealed the door with all the spells he could think of.
He walked swiftly down the passage that led to the kitchen. Only the house elfs were busy in the large warm room. He collected as much food as he could and then took two flasks of water as well. One of the house elfs got him a backpack and stored everything efficiently. It didn't say anything, but Draco remember this being the elf which had made the cream topped waffers for him.
He nipped out into the grounds and looked around carefully before apparating moments later.