Draco leaned against the cell wall. He wanted to punch something, yell at someone. He gave up yelling at the death eaters through the cell door, that only got a crucio. Why did his son of a bitch for a dad have to be a death eater? Why couldn't Draco be at Hogwarts right now where everyone looked up to him, where he was respected. At Hogwarts he was the boss there, now he was less than a slave. He didn't like feeling like this. He had to and would get out, then he'd get his revenge, on Voldemort and the rest of the world. He kicked at the straw angrily, then winced feeling the strain on his leg. He may be getting better but he was not near fully recovered yet.
Then there was Granger, silly girl, wandering around Hogwarts at night, looking for trouble. Potter and his minions were always doing that, always above the rules, it never failed to get him in trouble. At least now he'd remember to think before he acted what with his friend Granger being here. Were the Lord and Lady cursing him now, putting her with him? He didn't deserve any of this. Maybe he'd been a bit of a tyrant at school, but hey, he was an adolescent, wasn't that what they were supposed to do?
Suddenly Draco felt angry at himself as well. There he went blaming everyone and everything else for his situation. He'd looked forward to being a death eater. He'd wanted to come here, it was his fault and his fault alone that he was here and he might as well try to live with it. He would though make sure Voldemort payed for all this. Draco knew now that torture and tyranny were not the ways to rule. Draco had never thought much about the feelings of everyone he'd beaten up but now he realized how they felt. Never again, would he act that way. He would still of course be the prince-like student leader of the school, but he would not be a tyrant. He had to learn to be good, to help, what he wouldn't give for some help right now. There was no way he'd get out of here without help. He was at the hands of everyone but himself and he did not like the way it felt.
What about Granger? Wanting to help Draco always going around being sickeningly nice to others. Draco realized though that she did better with being nice than he did with being the cold and worshiped idol that he had been. She had seemed happy at least back at Hogwarts. Draco couldn't ever remember being truly happy. All he could remember was self-satisfaction which he was now disgusted at.
Draco sighed again and looked up at the ceiling. He had too much time, time to think and think and do absolutely nothing. That was torture in itself. Draco had no idea how long he'd been here. A month, two months, six months, a year? He'd have to ask Granger when she got back.
Draco suddenly felt a jolt of fear, when she got back, they were probably torturing her right now. As much as he had hated Granger he didn't really want her to be tortured, she deserved it less than he did. Would she be able to stand it?
Draco swallowed a lump in his throat, were they both going to be here until they died? Would all these lives down here be wasted just like that? Somehow, he would have to stop them. Grab a death eaters wand. He wouldn't be able to do it by himself though, Granger, she could help.
The dim lights out in the hall flickered on brightening the cell. He glanced down at his robes. The were filthy and rather tattered and cut up. No wonder Granger had been surprised to see him. The moldy straw looked especially awful in the shadowy light. Draco wondered if they ever cleaned the cells out. At least there were those little holes in the one corner of the cell for waste. The smell would have been simply unbearable else wise.
Draco shivered seeing the robed figures tossing food into the cells. And he had wanted to be one of them? Thank the gods they weren't here to take him away. A piece of bread hit him in the face then he heard and saw a figure lean down and fill the bucket with water. He picked up the bread and ate it quickly, though his stomach was unsatisfied. It seemed as though he was always hungry, thirsty, and hurting.
After eating the lights flickered off and Draco lay down in the straw and waited for the blessings of sleep to come.