Disclaimer: I own nothing! J.K. Rowling owns it all. Note: Here is the next chapter! I want to think my beta Clickity Click for helping me. Thanks! Also, I hope you like this. Thanks for the reviews. Draco moved his head around and blinked blood out of his eyes. It felt like someone had hit him in the head with his broomstick several times. He looked around the dark room that he was in. "Hermione, What happened?" Draco whispered. His mouth was so dry that it hurt to even whisper. A figure moved in the shadows of the room. "Your mudblood girlfriend is not here. Did I teach you nothing boy?" The voice was icy. Draco had been wishing he could see who it was, but knew when he spoke. "Father?" Draco said trying to sound icy. He was too weak to make his voice sound anything other then in pain. Lucius had pulled his wand out. A small light came out of it. Draco closed his eyes. "How dare you disrespect me?" Lucius spat, his gray eyes glowing with hatred. Draco was going to say he was sorry, but Hermione's voice was in his head. 'You are someone that I would befriend till my dying day.' "You don't deserve respect!" Draco said feeling the warmth of her arms holding him. He had never said a foul word against his father when he was around him. Something had changed inside him. Lucius's eyes held fire in them. He couldn't believe what his son had said. "Why? Draco, I had such high hopes for you, and then you turned on me," Lucius said, venom in every word. Draco looked at him blankly. "I have never turned on you. I went along with it all those times." Draco said, confused. Lucius shook his head. "Do you think I don't know what is going on inside my own house? I see you go to her, comfort her," Lucius had never mentioned Narcissa before. Draco narrowed his eyes. "You hurt her! I am her son! I will not just sit back and take you hurting my own mother!" Draco snapped. Lucius smiled the same smile he always did when he knew something Draco didn't. "Well, you don't have to worry about that anymore." He said with the smile still on his face. Draco felt his heart break. He killed my mother. He was about to sob when fire went through his face. He stood up realizing that he was not being tied down. "You selfish, murdering, good for nothing, bloody..."Draco didn't get to finish his sentence. Lucius's wand was pointed at Draco. He stopped, not knowing what to do. He caught a faint hesitation in Lucius's eyes. Draco smirked. "What is so funny?" Lucius spat. Draco walked closer to Lucius. His father would never hurt him, he thought. He was a dad. "You don't have the heart to do it. I am your blood, I am your son, your heir. And deep down I know you love me. And Father..." Draco looked him straight in the eyes. "I love you too." A door swung open and a shadowing figure came in. Draco's hope shattered. Voldemort had walked through the door. His father looked at him, his eyes held victory. Draco had seen the expression in his eyes so many times. "You are not my son. My son is a Malfoy. Someone who is respectable and is worth something." Lucius said. "Oh and Draco, I don't love you!" Lucius watched as his son's eyes widened. "Crucio!" Draco fell to his knees, pain and fire shot through his veins and muscles. His body twisted in ways that he thought would never happen in normal life. He wanted to die here and now. He couldn't see anymore, blood had run over his eyes. Scars and cuts burst open and he screamed in agony. Draco heard bones breaking inside his body and organs contracting. His head was twisting and blood was coming out of his mouth and muffling his screams. He wanted to pass out but the pain was to horrible. A loud rumble came from the inside of the room, but he was in too much pain to care. He heard a far away scream and the curse was lifted. He felt his heart stop and fell into blackness. **** Hermione held Draco's hand in the hospital wing at St. Mungo's. She couldn't believe that it had been 3 days since they had found him screaming on the dungeon floor. Hermione narrowed her eyes thinking of the man sitting on the ground watching his son twist and scream in agony. Hermione pushed tears out of her eyes. The hospital room door flew open and Harry and Ron rushed in. "Hermione! Are you okay?" they both asked. She nodded. She was happy they were there. She had owled them telling them that she was in St. Mungo's hospital with a friend of hers. Harry's and Ron's eyes both fell on the hand she was holding. "What? Why? Um....Hermione?" Harry sputtered. Hermione put up her hand. "Let me explain." She told them all about how her and Draco had become friends and how he was kidnapped. "And when we got there, Voldemort had already left and Lucius was just watching Draco die. He was in so much pain. And he blacked out and Dumbledore said that he almost died." Harry and Ron sat there looking at Draco. Was she under a curse or something? They thought she might have been, but it was clear that Draco was in so much pain. "Is he going to die?" Ron said trying his best to sound concerned. He really didn't know how to feel at the moment. Hermione shrugged. She had no idea. No one did. "If he is strong enough he won't," A voice came from behind them. They turned to see Dumbledore. "Mr. Malfoy is a very strong young man. I think he will come out of it fine." Then, again, the door to the hospital opened. This time it was a women with a hard look on her face. Her blonde hair flowed after her as she made her way to Dumbledore. She could have been beautiful if she didn't have such a hard look on her face. Hermione thought. Narcissa looked down at Hermione and she shuddered. Her cold silver eyes sent chills down Hermione's spine. "What have you done to my son?" Narcissa's voice was like ice. Ron and Harry both looked up at her and thought about how much she looked like Malfoy. Dumbledore didn't seem affected by her frozen tone. "Draco, is a strong young man. He will be fine. And it was your husband that did it, not us." Dumbledore watched as Narcissa took a step back. She had never thought of Draco being hit by his own father. Lucius had always showed caring to him, and took out his anger on her. She looked at her only son, wincing every time he took a breath. She narrowed her eyes at the young girl holding his hand. Narcissa bent down to touch his face but her hand was stopped by an invisible glass. She turned on her heels, looking at Dumbledore. "How dare you put a spell over my son? I am suppose to comfort him. HOW CAN I, WITH GLASS OVER HIM!!" She screamed the last part and was about to be quieted by a nurse, but the nurse thought differently after seeing the look on her face. Dumbledore was still calm. "Only those that wish to help him can reach through the charm. Only the ones that truly love him can," Dumbledore said and turned his back to her and left. Narcissa left with a last look at Hermione. "I will be back!" She spat at her. Hermione took a deep breath. Seeing Harry and Ron look at her, she slowly let go of his hand. "Let me get this straight. Only the ones that love him can go through the charm?" Ron asked. He reached Draco's bed and felt his fingers stop. "I guess you don't care about him enough." Hermione said. She didn't even know she did but somehow she could reach through the charm easily. Harry leaned against the wall next to Draco's bed. "You know, I would hate to be Malfoy," he said slowly thinking. "I mean his father tried to kill him and his mother doesn't care enough about him. I think I would...." Harry trailed off. What would he do? Would he get to great bodyguards to feel protected? Would he make fun of the kids that were treated better than him? Harry had never thought about what made Malfoy the way he was. He always thought that he said those things because he was evil. "I still don't get it though. Why was Lucius trying to kill him?" Ron asked, still trying to get past the charm. Hermione sighed. "Dumbledore said that Lucius put an ornament in the box we had to find out if Draco was acting like a Malfoy, I guess. Draco went crazy like I said. I guess Lucius thought Draco should die because of it." Ron shook his head. He hated Malfoy for all the wise cracks that he had made about him being poor. He had treaded on their lives and all kinds of stuff. Ron then shuddered. What would he have done if he had a father like Lucius? "Hermione! Your hand is bleeding," Harry said looking at it. Hermione looked down at the cut on her hand. "When I went to pick Malfoy up, Lucius had a green knife and it cut my hand," Hermione said and then pulled the knife out of her pocket. In a burst of green smoke, the knife transformed into a small green snake. It slithered onto Draco's bed." Ron threw his hands up. "Even the snake can get through to him," Ron said rolling his eyes. Hermione talked to Harry and Ron till about midnight and then Dumbledore told them that they needed rest. After much begging, Dumbledore allowed Hermione to stay with Draco. She was sleeping holding his hand when she heard the hospital door open. *gasp* I know how dare I do that to Draco. And for the Lucius likers their is some more chapters that come up and show that he was not always like he was. Well review!!!