Draco awoke with a start to screams. At first he thought it was Granger but then he realized they were too deep. Unless girls screamed deep. He certainly heard of guys with high pitched screams. Who knew? The screams kept going on and on making Draco remember vividly his time in the torture chambers. Had he screamed that loud? How embarrassing.
Draco immediately felt guilty for that last thought. Was that all he could think about? Being amazingly cool and popular. He should feel worry and sadness for the person who was being tortured right now.
Draco covered his hands with his ears trying to block out the screams. Finally they stopped and Draco noticed his hunger. He went over to the water bucket, there was no bread, but there was still water in the bucket. He drank quickly then crawled back over to the straw piled against the wall.
For a moment he glanced around the cell. All the hay was bunched in the one corner where had sat and laid for the past time. What had Granger slept on? When she got back he would have to spread it out for her. She probably wouldn't do any moving for a while until she got better. When was she going to come back? What if she never came back? What if they had killed her and he had only survived the torture because he was stronger?
She didn't deserve to die! They mustn't have killed her, he knew they killed a lot of people, but why would they kill Granger? Draco felt new panic rising up in him and he calmly forced it down. This was no place to panic. Most likely they were not going to kill Granger. She'd only been here shortly. They'd probably want to torture her more. Unless they'd moved her to a different cell, that was unlikely as he'd been put back in the same cell every time.
Draco wondered when they'd bring him back to the torture chambers. At that moment the bright lights flickered on and Draco instinctively curled up into a little ball trying to look as unnoticeable as possible. He heard the footsteps of several death eaters come closer and then pass his cell and move farther down. Draco felt slightly guilty that by the fact in hoping that he wouldn't be taken someone else would. It was inevitable though, if someone was going to be taken he didn't want it to be him, no matter what. Everyone for themselves down in this place.
Draco looked longingly up at the ceiling, he never thought he would think this, but he missed the sunlight on his skin, the feel of grass underneath his feet, a cool breeze ruffling his hair. He'd taken all those things for granted, and now they were gone. Possibly forever. The likely thing was that he would die down here away from everything he ever knew.
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Draco opened his eyes and slowly sat up blinking trying to get the sleep out of his eyes. He stomach rumbled fiercely and he saw the few pieces of bread which he quickly consumed. Then the murky water. Feeling slightly better but still hungry and leaned back against the cell wall. He was probably out of shape, and skinny not to mention. He glanced around then shrugged and using the wall slowly stood to his feet. He hadn't stood since he'd first been taken. For a moment his hand swam then cleared up. His legs felt shaky and unused. He walked around the cell, the feeling coming back into his legs the more he moved them. He paced around the cell his thoughts flying this way and that way. The same old questions going through his head. Where was Granger? Would he get out? Would they die? What was happening up above?
Finally he sat down again and wished for more food. They just barely fed you enough. Water was plentiful compared to food. Then again, you could only live 3 days without water, and a couple of weeks without food.
While he was sitting the bright lights flickered on again and this time Draco looked up. He heard the long strides of the death eaters and then a shuffled walk of a prisoner? Granger? No, a ragged looking boy stumbled past. Draco waited for the lights to go off but they stayed on. More death eaters walked past this time they came and opened the door to his cell. One stood by the door then two more death eaters came walking up and shoved in, Granger!
Her face was covered in blood and her hair was matted, her robes torn. The death eaters slammed the cell door shut and Granger lay down on the straw now spread around the cell. She moaned slightly then curled up in a tight ball like he'd done previously.
Draco looked at her worriedly then moved the bucket of water closer to her. Sitting next to her and placed a hand on her back.
"Granger?" he asked softly. She shrugged his hand away.
"Do you want water?" he asked tentatively.
She said nothing and Draco supposed she wanted to sleep. That had been all he'd done after he'd gotten back. Maybe later she'd want something. He lay down next to her and soon fell asleep himself.