*
Bright sunlight filtered down on Hogwarts but Ron, Ginny and Draco did not see it. They were sitting in Draco's room since he was the only one who didn't have roommates out of the trio.
"Where do you think Harry would have gone?" Ginny said, turning to Ron. Ron shrugged, and then put his head in his hands.
"Where would Hermione have been taken?"
"To a death eater powerful enough to accommodate her." Draco said tonelessly, turning to eye Ginny. She had pulled her straight red hair up into a ponytail, but distracting tendrils fell along her neck.
"What do you mean accommodate?" Ron asked, looking up at Draco with distrust.
"As in whoever can get the most answers out of her." The other boy replied, meeting Ron's gaze evenly.
"What are you talking about?" Interrupted Ginny, her brow knit in frustration at Draco's style of speaking.
"Listen Weaslys" Draco sneered "Just because everything on your life has been made to a fairytale is no excuse to plead idiocy."
"I don't think your insults are going to help anyone." Ginny said flatly, giving Draco a look he had seen all his life.
"And since when did you and Hermione get to be such good friends?" Ron asked, getting up off of the chair near the bed and walking to where Draco sat.
"No need to be jealous." Draco said, looking up at Ron. "I got about as much action with her as you did. None."
Ron sent Draco sprawling across the bed as he punched him hard in the jaw. Ginny cried out and ran over to the boys, pulling back Ron who was aiming to hit Draco again.
"That's right Weasly, get dragged off by your sister." Draco spat out the words, wiping his lip where it was bleeding.
"We aren't helping Hermione or Harry by fighting." Ginny said, turning to look at both Draco and Ron in turn.
"Oh, well thank you for the analysis."
"Shut the hell up Draco." Ginny said icily, and Draco blinked. "For someone who always has something brilliant to say, I have YET to hear you say something with meaning. Now, we have to figure out where Harry is, and how to get to Hermione."
"Well," said a deep voice from the doorway. "You've found me."
The two boys and Ginny turned and starred at the form in the doorway.
"Where's Hermione?" Harry asked, walking into the room and taking off his cloak.
*
Lucius idly twirled his wand in his hand, looking at Hermione. Already she had a cut lip and dark purple bruises all along her arms.
"One last time," Lucius said, leaning in close to Hermione. "Where is Harry?"
"I told you." Hermione said each word agony for her to stretch her bleeding lip. "I don't know."
Lucius let out of a hiss and stood up, casting a disgusted look at Hermione. It felt like her whole body was broken and bleeding, but a cold was seeping through her bones.
"We will return tomorrow." Lucius said as he turned to leave. "And I daresay I will be using my wand."
He slammed the cell door and Hermione looked for a long time at the door. He had hit her and tried to scar her with threats, but it was only a matter of time before the threats were carried out. She closed her eyes, willing herself to breath deeper.
"Harry, where are you?" she whispered, rubbing her eyes and gently brushing the blood off of her lip.
She knew that Ron, Draco and Ginny would look for her. It was only a matter of time before they figured out where she was. Until the time came however, she had no choice but to wait and pray she would live to see Harry again.
Hearing the door open again, Hermione snapped her head up, fearing the worst. Instead, a woman's form was standing in the doorway, clasping a small tray. As she walked in and nervously shut the door behind her, Hermione got a clear chance to see the woman's face. The eyes were gray and expressionless, but her hands shook.
"Mrs. Malfoy," Hermione said, recognizing Draco's mothers from the pictures he had hidden in his chest.
"Hermione." The woman said, tipping her head slightly. "I have brought you your dinner."
Hermione looked down on the tray and at the plain wooden bowl with a thin gray soup and laughed at the realness of the nightmare she was having. Narcissa looked frightened as the dazed grin spread across Hermione's face. The smile however quickly turned into a sob as Hermione lost all composure.
Feeling a thin hand on her back, Hermione looked up into the older woman's nervous, concerned face.
"Do not cry." She whispered. "They will come for you."
Hermione blinked back the tears, looking at Draco's mother and at the eyes that her son had inherited, feeling a small seed of hope in her chest. The woman nodded and walked away from Hermione, leaving her to eat her food to prepare for the long hours ahead.
"They will come for me." Hermione said quietly to herself, gingerly touching her lip, thinking of Harry and Draco. "They must."
Bright sunlight filtered down on Hogwarts but Ron, Ginny and Draco did not see it. They were sitting in Draco's room since he was the only one who didn't have roommates out of the trio.
"Where do you think Harry would have gone?" Ginny said, turning to Ron. Ron shrugged, and then put his head in his hands.
"Where would Hermione have been taken?"
"To a death eater powerful enough to accommodate her." Draco said tonelessly, turning to eye Ginny. She had pulled her straight red hair up into a ponytail, but distracting tendrils fell along her neck.
"What do you mean accommodate?" Ron asked, looking up at Draco with distrust.
"As in whoever can get the most answers out of her." The other boy replied, meeting Ron's gaze evenly.
"What are you talking about?" Interrupted Ginny, her brow knit in frustration at Draco's style of speaking.
"Listen Weaslys" Draco sneered "Just because everything on your life has been made to a fairytale is no excuse to plead idiocy."
"I don't think your insults are going to help anyone." Ginny said flatly, giving Draco a look he had seen all his life.
"And since when did you and Hermione get to be such good friends?" Ron asked, getting up off of the chair near the bed and walking to where Draco sat.
"No need to be jealous." Draco said, looking up at Ron. "I got about as much action with her as you did. None."
Ron sent Draco sprawling across the bed as he punched him hard in the jaw. Ginny cried out and ran over to the boys, pulling back Ron who was aiming to hit Draco again.
"That's right Weasly, get dragged off by your sister." Draco spat out the words, wiping his lip where it was bleeding.
"We aren't helping Hermione or Harry by fighting." Ginny said, turning to look at both Draco and Ron in turn.
"Oh, well thank you for the analysis."
"Shut the hell up Draco." Ginny said icily, and Draco blinked. "For someone who always has something brilliant to say, I have YET to hear you say something with meaning. Now, we have to figure out where Harry is, and how to get to Hermione."
"Well," said a deep voice from the doorway. "You've found me."
The two boys and Ginny turned and starred at the form in the doorway.
"Where's Hermione?" Harry asked, walking into the room and taking off his cloak.
*
Lucius idly twirled his wand in his hand, looking at Hermione. Already she had a cut lip and dark purple bruises all along her arms.
"One last time," Lucius said, leaning in close to Hermione. "Where is Harry?"
"I told you." Hermione said each word agony for her to stretch her bleeding lip. "I don't know."
Lucius let out of a hiss and stood up, casting a disgusted look at Hermione. It felt like her whole body was broken and bleeding, but a cold was seeping through her bones.
"We will return tomorrow." Lucius said as he turned to leave. "And I daresay I will be using my wand."
He slammed the cell door and Hermione looked for a long time at the door. He had hit her and tried to scar her with threats, but it was only a matter of time before the threats were carried out. She closed her eyes, willing herself to breath deeper.
"Harry, where are you?" she whispered, rubbing her eyes and gently brushing the blood off of her lip.
She knew that Ron, Draco and Ginny would look for her. It was only a matter of time before they figured out where she was. Until the time came however, she had no choice but to wait and pray she would live to see Harry again.
Hearing the door open again, Hermione snapped her head up, fearing the worst. Instead, a woman's form was standing in the doorway, clasping a small tray. As she walked in and nervously shut the door behind her, Hermione got a clear chance to see the woman's face. The eyes were gray and expressionless, but her hands shook.
"Mrs. Malfoy," Hermione said, recognizing Draco's mothers from the pictures he had hidden in his chest.
"Hermione." The woman said, tipping her head slightly. "I have brought you your dinner."
Hermione looked down on the tray and at the plain wooden bowl with a thin gray soup and laughed at the realness of the nightmare she was having. Narcissa looked frightened as the dazed grin spread across Hermione's face. The smile however quickly turned into a sob as Hermione lost all composure.
Feeling a thin hand on her back, Hermione looked up into the older woman's nervous, concerned face.
"Do not cry." She whispered. "They will come for you."
Hermione blinked back the tears, looking at Draco's mother and at the eyes that her son had inherited, feeling a small seed of hope in her chest. The woman nodded and walked away from Hermione, leaving her to eat her food to prepare for the long hours ahead.
"They will come for me." Hermione said quietly to herself, gingerly touching her lip, thinking of Harry and Draco. "They must."