Goyle and Crabbe, accompanied Draco down to Hermione's cell, clathed in black robes, from head to toe.
When they reached there, Goyle spoke up.
"Wow Malfoy...none of us thought you would actually do this to her."
"Yeah, we thought we lost you for good," Crabbe argeed. Hermione looked up to see the two black figures
talking. She was weak, but everytime someone came down to see her, they always seemed as if they were talking to
Draco.
"Hey Malfoy, what's next on the list? Do we get to kill her?" Goyle asked eagerly. Just then Lord Voldemort
entered followed by Lucius. Goyle, Crabbe and Draco bowed to their master, then got up. The Dark Lord opened the cell,
and motioned for Draco to go in with him.
"Come," he spoke. Draco went in, and stood beside his Lord.
"You've done a fabulous job getting the Mudblood here Draco Malfoy. She will help us, help me to rise once
more, but this time, rise forever, never to fall," he said. He turned to Hermione.
"Hermione Granger, a Muggle-born wizard. And yet there has yet to be a spell made that she does not know, am
I right Draco Malfoy?" He asked.
"You will rot in your grave before you EVER rise again!" Hermione spat at the feet of Voldemort. Draco rasied a
fist to protect his Lord, but Voldemort grabbed it. To Hermione, it seemed as if Voldemort was grabbing an arm of air.
"How can you ever rise again, if you couldn't even kill Harry Potter when he was a BABY?!" She screamed,
kicking and struggling.
"SILENCE!" Voldemort yelled with all the strength he had within him.
"My friends will help me out!"
"Ha! What friends? These friends?" Voldemort held out the letter that Harry and Ron had written. He then began
to read it aloud, leaving the part of Draco out.
"Dearest Hermione, Harry and Ron here. We figured that you weren't feeling too well, and judging by the fact
that it's nearly Tuesday,and you're not here at school; you really must be sick. We're quite surprised that you haven't
sent word for us or Draco to send you your homework! So how was your anniversay dinner with Draco (besides the
getting sick part)? Hope it went okay! We really hope you feel better, and come back soon! Talk to you later! Lots of love,
your two bestfriends, Harry and Ron," he read in a girly voice. Draco smirked as he watched Voldemort rip the letter to
shreads and throw the many small pieces at Hermione. She buried her head into her knees, knowing not that all hope
was lost.
Draco was then instructed to watch her, because with him invisible in her eyes, they could observe her closely.
Draco stood outside her cell, and watched her lie there motionless, with the sounds of sobs echoing in the walls. He
opened the door slowly, and entered. He knelt infront of her, and something came over him. He felt the urge to touch her;
to comfort her. He peeked over his shoulder and confirmed that no one was watching. He lifted his hand, and began to
stroke her hair; the silkiness of her wild hair surpised him because she had been in that damp, cold cell for days now.
His eyes began to soften, suddenly remember the times he shared with her.
' It feels like Draco's here with me, as if he's never left me,' she thought to herself. Her mind wondered, thinking
of how she had gotten here, and where Draco was. While she was crying, she felt something enter her cell, something
that seemed to make the place warmer. She didn't realise it as much, but that was before Draco had started to stroke
her hair. She then felt a sense of love, as Draco knelt beside her.
"Oh Draco," she muttered, much too quiet for him to hear. Then she heard some mumbling, a voice so soft, that
she was sure it was her boyfriend.
"Draco!" She cried and sat up looking around her. Draco snapped out of his trance and stood up, and quickly
stepped back from the prisonner. He closed his eyes and sighed.
' That was too close,' he thought, ' Focus Malfoy, focus.' When Hermione lay back down, he quietly slipped out
of the cell, leaned against metal bars. If he had continued to stay with her in the cell, and stroke her hair, she would
have seen him, and that could've been the end of the mission. He knew he had to stop thinking about her; but somehow
something inside of him just kept on beating faster and faster whenever he came close to her. He punched the wall in
frustration, then ran up to the main room.
"My Lord," he called, "I don't think I should spend my time here with the Mudblood."
"And why is that?" Lord Voldemort questioned.
"Because-because I should be at Hogwarts, in case other people become suspicious. I need to inform the others
about what is going on here, and of the next steps of the plan," he thought of an excuse. He watched his Lord think it
through, then smiled.
"Very well Draco Malfoy. You are right, you should be at Hogwarts. You return tonight."
When they reached there, Goyle spoke up.
"Wow Malfoy...none of us thought you would actually do this to her."
"Yeah, we thought we lost you for good," Crabbe argeed. Hermione looked up to see the two black figures
talking. She was weak, but everytime someone came down to see her, they always seemed as if they were talking to
Draco.
"Hey Malfoy, what's next on the list? Do we get to kill her?" Goyle asked eagerly. Just then Lord Voldemort
entered followed by Lucius. Goyle, Crabbe and Draco bowed to their master, then got up. The Dark Lord opened the cell,
and motioned for Draco to go in with him.
"Come," he spoke. Draco went in, and stood beside his Lord.
"You've done a fabulous job getting the Mudblood here Draco Malfoy. She will help us, help me to rise once
more, but this time, rise forever, never to fall," he said. He turned to Hermione.
"Hermione Granger, a Muggle-born wizard. And yet there has yet to be a spell made that she does not know, am
I right Draco Malfoy?" He asked.
"You will rot in your grave before you EVER rise again!" Hermione spat at the feet of Voldemort. Draco rasied a
fist to protect his Lord, but Voldemort grabbed it. To Hermione, it seemed as if Voldemort was grabbing an arm of air.
"How can you ever rise again, if you couldn't even kill Harry Potter when he was a BABY?!" She screamed,
kicking and struggling.
"SILENCE!" Voldemort yelled with all the strength he had within him.
"My friends will help me out!"
"Ha! What friends? These friends?" Voldemort held out the letter that Harry and Ron had written. He then began
to read it aloud, leaving the part of Draco out.
"Dearest Hermione, Harry and Ron here. We figured that you weren't feeling too well, and judging by the fact
that it's nearly Tuesday,and you're not here at school; you really must be sick. We're quite surprised that you haven't
sent word for us or Draco to send you your homework! So how was your anniversay dinner with Draco (besides the
getting sick part)? Hope it went okay! We really hope you feel better, and come back soon! Talk to you later! Lots of love,
your two bestfriends, Harry and Ron," he read in a girly voice. Draco smirked as he watched Voldemort rip the letter to
shreads and throw the many small pieces at Hermione. She buried her head into her knees, knowing not that all hope
was lost.
Draco was then instructed to watch her, because with him invisible in her eyes, they could observe her closely.
Draco stood outside her cell, and watched her lie there motionless, with the sounds of sobs echoing in the walls. He
opened the door slowly, and entered. He knelt infront of her, and something came over him. He felt the urge to touch her;
to comfort her. He peeked over his shoulder and confirmed that no one was watching. He lifted his hand, and began to
stroke her hair; the silkiness of her wild hair surpised him because she had been in that damp, cold cell for days now.
His eyes began to soften, suddenly remember the times he shared with her.
' It feels like Draco's here with me, as if he's never left me,' she thought to herself. Her mind wondered, thinking
of how she had gotten here, and where Draco was. While she was crying, she felt something enter her cell, something
that seemed to make the place warmer. She didn't realise it as much, but that was before Draco had started to stroke
her hair. She then felt a sense of love, as Draco knelt beside her.
"Oh Draco," she muttered, much too quiet for him to hear. Then she heard some mumbling, a voice so soft, that
she was sure it was her boyfriend.
"Draco!" She cried and sat up looking around her. Draco snapped out of his trance and stood up, and quickly
stepped back from the prisonner. He closed his eyes and sighed.
' That was too close,' he thought, ' Focus Malfoy, focus.' When Hermione lay back down, he quietly slipped out
of the cell, leaned against metal bars. If he had continued to stay with her in the cell, and stroke her hair, she would
have seen him, and that could've been the end of the mission. He knew he had to stop thinking about her; but somehow
something inside of him just kept on beating faster and faster whenever he came close to her. He punched the wall in
frustration, then ran up to the main room.
"My Lord," he called, "I don't think I should spend my time here with the Mudblood."
"And why is that?" Lord Voldemort questioned.
"Because-because I should be at Hogwarts, in case other people become suspicious. I need to inform the others
about what is going on here, and of the next steps of the plan," he thought of an excuse. He watched his Lord think it
through, then smiled.
"Very well Draco Malfoy. You are right, you should be at Hogwarts. You return tonight."