A crash awakened the sleeping boy, shuffling his chained hands, his eyes full of sleep gazed around the filthy black room. Another noise, his sharp eyes quickly lost their daze, narrowing in wonder, his eyes scanned the room in search of what awakened him from a blissful sleep. Steel gray eyes caught honey brown ones, earning a cry of surprise from both people, the boy looked back at the brown-eyed person in the shadows, his eyes full of hope, but then he saw the cold chains clawing at the persons bloody wrists, chaining the person to the wall. Sighing brokenly, the boys silver hair fell in front of his captivating eyes, he fell back against the freezing wall this clearly wasn't a happy day, not at all.
"Draco?" A whisper echoed in his senses, that voice, he thought wanting to know whom it is he looked up, once again meeting shining honey brown eyes. "Is it really you?" The voice apparently belonged to a girl. "Well, would I have looked up if I were not?" The boy sneered, his ghastly eyes lighting up with fire at once, the girl apparently chose to ignore his sarcastic comment and continued "What the hell are you doing down here, Malfoy? Isn't this supposed to be your house?" She asked wonderingly, he voice clearly suppressing surprise and …concern? He snorted, "Well, this is in fact my loving home. Welcome to my new room." The boy brokenly stated with fake enthusiasm, exasperated he looked down onto the floor, trying desperately to hold back tears. " H…how did you get here? And why are you here?" She asked, yet another heartfelt reminder of his present state of being.
"I believe that you are in no authority as to ask me these kind of questions." He looked once again into the girls unique eyes, those eyes held his own while she answered, " Apparently, Malfoy, you do not realize who I am. So get your ferret head working properly." Her eyes sharpened, trying to not look away the girl moved a bit towards him. A gasp echoed around the dark dungeon, "And if I may ask, what in the name of bloody Snape are you doing here!" Draco whispered loudly with vehemence aviated in his voice, "Thanks to your loving father, I was captured from my home two days ago, my parents…they…they were killed…by some death eaters, I had no time to get away, they just barged into the house and…and tortured me and my parents for fun, as they killed my parents one of them made me watch…I watched my own parents die Malfoy, thanks to some no good piece of dirt which was indicated as your father!" Her screaming voice broke, but she didn't cry, a soul already broken at such a young age. Silence cut through the cold room for a few minutes.
"That is why I'm here…" Hermione whispered so quietly that Draco had to focus all his conscience on what she said. " I'm…I'm sorry for what happened…" Not knowing what to say he flinched uncomftably by how lame it sounded. "Yes, everybody is sorry after something dreadful happens, isn't it ironic that for the first time ever the likes of you have said something near an apology? You don't know how much that helped, Malfoy, I'm simply dancing with joy." She spat out, full of regret lingering at her tongue. "Would you just acknowledge that I actually tried to help, and not focus only on what I didn't do in the past? Or is the concept of understanding not capable of penetrating your thick skull?" Draco lost his rare friendly manner, anger boiled in him, didn't the mudblood realize that he was trying to help? Of course not, the arrogantly narrow-minded bookworm only thinks of herself. " Well…I…for God's sakes Malfoy would you just stop looking at me as if you were about to kill me!" Her shrill voice awakened him out of his brooding thoughts, blinking he looked away. "I shall do as I please, Granger." His sneer almost a whisper as his eyes darkened slightly.
" Of course you will, this is in fact your house, Malfoy, so why wouldn't you do as you please. Is it that you enjoy being chained to the wall, or is it the way you exercise your mind in a fashion of yoga?" Hermione's voice clawed at the stillness of the room, dreadfully full of sarcasm. Draco snorted, " No, Granger, I am here because I enjoy the fact of being half starved to death and bleeding from my wrists none stop for 24 hours, and to add to it graced by your grace." He whispered in a deadly voice filled with venom of hatred, but his eyes were what scared Hermione the most, they had turned pitch black. Scared out of her wits, Hermione crammed up against the icy wall, why was he so mad? As if Malfoy had read her mind he responded in the same whispery voice " My father had thrown me in here exactly 7 days ago, with no food or proper clothing, he had been angry because I had not completed a mission the Dark Lord had set for me, he didn't even let me explain, that bastard chained me up and whipped me until dawn, saying I was a failure and needed to be thought a lesson." Draco bent his head in shame, he didn't have any dignity left to continue explaining how his father had lashed out at every thrust with a new insult, he cringed slightly at the memory.
"What was your mission?" She had dared to ask, he smirked, always the obnoxious bookworm even after Hogwarts. Draco contemplated on answering or telling her to shut her bloody mouth, tough decision " Well, Granger, I was to kill the dream team of Griffindor, otherwise known as the infamous Harry Potter, and his beggar side-kick Ronald Weasly, of course not forgetting the teachers pet, you." He drawled with a smirk on his face noticing her shocked expression, what came next, he didn't expect. "Why? Why didn't you kill us?" She asked, calmly as if unfazed by the idea of death to her so called friends. Keeping all surprise out of his voice, Draco spoke with vehemence " Because, Granger, I could never kill your dear friends," Noticing the doubt on her face he continued " After all, I'd rather die myself then help that useless piece of dragon dung reach his unbinownced leadership of the earth." Spitting every word out with such hatred that his eyes darkened again. "That is why. But now, Potter and Weasly are probably dead already, the death eaters would have found them out by now. I wouldn't want their blood staining my hands, I'm already dirty enough as it is." His almost black eyes caught Hermione's loathing glare, "Draco Malfoy, you are as heartless as your own father, I guess it just runs in the family, doesn't it? You speak of killing someone as if it were just dust to be swept away with a simple flick of the hand, how cruel can that be, to not think a human life is less important than your own?" Her passionate response made him smile coldly, his eyes flaring up back to their normal leering look. " Remember, Hermione, I am as cruel as they come, I do not care for anyone, not even my own mother, I do not care for life, I find it is an eternal torture until it is taken from you by god himself. Go on thinking that I am nothing more than a worthless heartless sorry ass excuse of a man, because I really do not care." His cold remark, earned him a snort of frustration from Hermione, "You never do change, Malfoy? If you even had any friends how would it feel if they were taken from you? That everything around you was falling apart, and you knew death was coming?" Her brain still unable to comprehend his hatred of life, he smirked at her stubbornness. " I would in fact welcome it." He replied with a smile, the amusement clearly showing in his eyes.
"Uhh, you are as impossible as Ron!" She sighed exasperated, leaning against the wall, her long hair falling in front of her face. He laughed, how could he, Draco Malfoy, ever get into the same category as Ronald Weasly, which was a complete ludicrous idea, he glanced at her tired form. "What happened to the bushy hair of yours? Did you finally realize that it was completely hideous and straightened it? Or is my eye-sight so very weak at this moment?" He asked, looking at her long and STRAIGHT brown hair that covered her pale face. " Would you just shut up, Malfoy, your questions are truly insensible, yes I did get it straightened, and no my hair was not hideous!" She retorted sleepily, stifling a rather noisy yawn. " Considering what is your definition of hideous truly is." He answered while yawning in the process. "Yeah, whatever Malfoy." Another yawn escaped her lips. "If you don't mind I'd rather have you close your mouth and let me rest." He was actually getting quite tired, because it was she who had awakened him before. "Fabulous idea…" Her voice trailed off.
"G'night you impossible man." She whispered silently as she snuggled against the wall, searching for a source f heat. "Goon night, Miss Queen of Lectures." Draco let his eyes shut for the second time that day, his mind was asleep in a second, so was Hermione's. They both drifted off into a world full of dreams, hoping to erase the horrid reality from their minds.
A/N: Sorry but I do enjoy bickering, it's my favorite pass time…anyways, as always my stories all do terribly suck, but I do try to not be a horrid failure. Thus I must now go and sulk in a corner about what a bad writer I truly am, so please do have a wondrous Christmas and a perfect New Year, full of alcohol and vomiting afterwards! LOL, that was only a joke………….and yes I do know it was not funny at all……… now then, Bye Bye!
Disclaimer: Everything that has to do with Harry Potter is not mine; I do in fact own this pathetic plot! Ehehe…very pathetic I know…