Main Prompt: Write about someone 2-faced
Secondary Prompts: 1.[theme] isolation and 7.[word] monster
Word Count: 1094
TW: She's trapped in a room and held prisoner
~wWw~
Hermione Granger wanted to go home. She wanted to hug her parents. She'd give the world just to see them again. But she couldn't, no, she was trapped in Malfoy Manor with the one manipulative, two-faced bastard she couldn't stand: Draco Malfoy. He had tormented her all through school and now, for the rest of her life because they had lost the war. She was his 'property.' She hated the word, but he made sure to remind her of it every time he visited her. At times he was almost human, but at others, he was a monster.
She was left all alone, completely in the dark, not even a hint of light. She hated the dark, not being able to see. From the few times that Draco had visited her and her own desire to escape, she knew she was in a medium-sized room. It took her about three strides one way and four the other to reach the walls. The walls were solid, made out of stone, much like the ones back at Hogwarts, and there was only one opening where the door was located. The room was cold and Hermione could feel it affecting her more and more. The cold had chilled her bones. The ceiling was just barely beyond her reach but there was always water dripping from one corner of it. Hermione didn't know if the water was safe to drink, only that it was there and she needed it to survive. The water tasted odd. Hermione couldn't place exactly what it was, but it was off from what water usually tasted like. It had a bitter aftertaste, almost reminding her of the smell of a potions lab.
There was no way to escape, Hermione had already tried everything. The chain weighing her wrists down wasn't even necessary to keep her there, she was already trapped. It wrapped around both wrists making it difficult to stand up straight. It didn't restrict her from accessing parts of the room, rather made it more difficult to move. The door didn't have a handle on the inside or any other way of opening it. She had already run her hands across every part of it looking for a way to open it, but there was nothing there. It probably didn't matter that she had no way to pull it open, it was probably locked with magic anyway.
Hermione had spent hours while she was on the run with the boys attempting to learn wandless magic, but she had never gotten the hang of it. For the few simple spells she had learned, she had used her hand to make the motions, something that was now impossible for her to do. She cursed her luck. Out of everything she could do, the one thing she couldn't was her downfall.
~wWw~
"Granger, nice to see you after so long," Draco said. Hermione glared at him but didn't stand. She was too tired to attempt to lift the chains weighing her wrists down. He smugly grinned down at her, his eyes dark. Hermione felt the strong urge to look away, but she forced herself to continue looking at him.
Hermione could remember a time when she doubted the darkness in him when she thought that maybe there was a hint of good in him. Now, that seemed like forever ago. There was no hint of good in his eyes. He was a shell of the innocent boy he used to be, corrupted by the ideals of his father. The few times Hermione had met Draco's mother, she had seemed trapped in a life she didn't want to live. In a way, Hermione felt sorry for the woman. She had done her best for her son, and it wasn't her fault he had turned out the way he did, she was just as trapped as Hermione was.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Hermione asked, already tired of playing his stupid games. He continued to smirk down at her.
"So you don't want the lunch I've prepared for you?" he asked. Hermione's head was racing: he was being too nice, and she wasn't ready for it. She wasn't prepared for it. She didn't understand his motivations or why he was doing this.
"Huh?" Hermione whispered, looking directly at his eyes, looking for a hint that he was under a spell. He looked perfectly normal like nothing was wrong.
"Lunch, do you want some?" he asked very politely. Hermione looked at the sandwich he was holding in his hand. It had been at least a week since her last proper meal.
"Yes, please," Hermione said, biting back the urge to throw up as she talked to Draco like he was a passerby on the street and not her captor. He carefully handed her the sandwich and she took it, careful not to let it fall on the ground. "Thank you."
~wWw~
Surprisingly, that wasn't the only time Draco had been nice to her. It was probably an even chance for him to be nice or mean to her. Not that she saw him often. Most of the time she was left alone, in complete isolation. The few times that Draco hadn't brought her food it had been a house-elf, only popping in for a second before leaving. Never saying a word.
At first, she hadn't minded the isolation, it gave her time to think, and at least when she was alone she didn't have to worry about being tortured like she was during her last time at Malfoy Manor. But after the first week or so, she didn't really know how long, time got blurry in the dark with no human contact, she began to think in circles. Every sound was a person coming to hurt her. And there were a lot of sounds. Every time someone walked above her she could hear the clicking of their shoes against the stone floors.
Hermione was beginning to lose her mind. She could barely remember what the sun looked like. She hadn't even been down there for that long, but it felt like so much longer than it was, especially considering she never left the room she was in. Every time Draco came to talk to her he would bring a torch with him along with the tiniest glimpse of warmth, but every time he left he would take it with him once again leaving her in the dark. She hated the dark, she wanted to see the light, but she couldn't. She was trapped, likely for the rest of her life.