Draco stalked through the halls of the manor until he reached the dungeons. Pausing outside the heavy door,
he smirked darkly to himself, before entering the dim, cold room.
"Well, mudblood, not behaving ourselves are we?"
*
Hermione screamed out in anger as Draco slammed her against the wall, forcefully folding her wrists above her head. His eyes were filled with a strange burning fury.
"How dare you defy me! You are a slave now, and you will obey my orders!"
Hermione stared back at him in fury.
"And if I do not?"
Draco lowered his face until it was an inch away from her's.
"Then, I will kill you." He brushed his lips over her's. "And then I'll kill your family." One last intense look and he was gone. Hermione slid down the wall and curled up, humiliated, angry, and confused.
*
Draco twisted and turned in bed, his dreams plagued by images of a girl with long brown hair cascading around her shoulders like silk. Her eyes were filled with pain, and her sorrowful gaze burned searing holes on the backs of his eyelids. At that moment Draco would have done anything to ease her sadness. The girl started crying, long racking sobs that made her body shake with emotion. Draco's eyes snapped open, with the realisation that the crying wasn't just in his imagination.