The next morning Hermione woke to only a small amount of screaming around
the prison. She stood up and found that she'd slept in late. Her slimy
breakfast was laid at sat next to the bars. She crept towards it and picked
it up, noticing that the person across was awake.
She looked through her window to see Parvati still asleep. She smiled and sat on her bed, picking up the rotting spoon and slurping down the disgusting froth.
Just then she heard Parvati waking up, murmuring something to herself. She looked through the window to see Parvati opening a bag. She didn't say anything because she saw her take a syringe out of it. She took a medicine bottle out as well and filled the syringe with the contents. She rolled up her sleeve and Hermione couldn't bear to look. Parvati inserted the needle into her arm. Her arm was already bruised and had other needle marks.
Hermione sat back on her bed and thought about what er friend had been doing all these years. She didn't notice that she had began banging her head against the wall.
Two years past and accordingly the minister was coming. Hermione hadn't told Parvati that she'd seen her taking drugs neither had she found out who the person across from her was. She was very happy that Cornelius Fudge was coming now since she used to work for him but she couldn't not make him not come.
She was talking to Parvati when he came up to their floor. He started at the very end, which thankfully for Hermione was far, far away. It took him half and hour to reach them and when he did he tutted at Hermione.
"You've brought shame upon the ministry, doing that, you know."
"Well Harry's brought great shame upon me sleeping with that slut." She exclaimed.
"Now, now Miss Granger. There's no use using such sill words."
"Oh, get a life." She exclaimed at him before turning her back on him.
He turned away from her and looked at the person across.
"Well, well. Mr Malfoy. I'd have thought your dad would have kept you out of prison." Fudge said to the other person.
"Please call me Draco. You, may remember that he was killed by your aurors a year before I got in this god damned place." He replied.
Hermione gasped and turned around. Sure enough in the cell across was the blonde hair man that she had hated since school.
When Fudge had moved on to the other prisoners she looked at Malfoy who was looking at her.
"What you looking at?" He grumbled.
"What are you doing here? Why haven't you said anything for the last three years?" She exclaimed.
"Is it any of your business?" He asked.
"Yeah, it is. I wanna know."
"Well, I'm not tellin."
"Oooh. You're just like you were in school." She grumbled.
"Thank you."
For the next few weeks Hermione and Draco ignored each other until one night. Hermione was in bed but she wasn't asleep. For some reason ever since she'd found out that Malfoy was the person across from her she couldn't sleep. She turned in her bed and looked down at his cell. He wasn't asleep either. He was propped up against the wall and looking at her. She sat up and he looked away.
"Why were you looking?" She asked him.
"I can look where I want."
"Yeah but you always do this. I saw you when I first came here. You would just watch me and I wouldn't do anything." She said.
He didn't say anything for a few moments until,
"I was the one." He whispered.
"The one what?" She asked, standing up and walking towards the bars.
" The one in the bar three years ago. I was the one that told you to kill her." He whispered again.
"You what? Why?" Hermione gasped.
"I didn't like you would."
"You have ruined me, you know. Completely ruined me. I've lost my best friends. You made me kill one of them. You're the one that landed me in here. Can you imagine what it's going to be like when I get out? No you can't can you. No one will want to know me. Cause I killed Ginny Weasley friend of Harry Potter." She yelled at him.
For weeks she was full of anger and increasing hate that the person who had made her kill someone had been with her for three years. Parvati hadn't bothered to reason with her since she agreed with her and hated Malfoy. He didn't bother talking to her either because he didn't like her or thought he didn't.
In a burst of anger at one time she'd told Parvati that she'd seen her with the syringe and she hadn't been talking to her either.
"Parvati?" Hermione called through the window to her a week after the outburst.
"What?" She grumbled.
"I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry too." Parvati said coming to the window.
"Why did you start?" Hermione asked.
"Padma. Parents. Lotsa reasons." Parvati shrugged.
"When did you start?"
"What's this, 20 questions." Parvati moaned.
"No, I just want to knew." Hermione said.
"Well, I started about 4 years ago. I'd gone looking for Padma and I'd seen her turn a corner into an alley. I followed and there were a load of men there. Completely out of it. They offered me some and I took it and I couldn't stop."
'Wow,' Hermione thought. 'I've been away from the Patils a very long time.'
Engrossed in their talk they didn't notice Draco listening.
She looked through her window to see Parvati still asleep. She smiled and sat on her bed, picking up the rotting spoon and slurping down the disgusting froth.
Just then she heard Parvati waking up, murmuring something to herself. She looked through the window to see Parvati opening a bag. She didn't say anything because she saw her take a syringe out of it. She took a medicine bottle out as well and filled the syringe with the contents. She rolled up her sleeve and Hermione couldn't bear to look. Parvati inserted the needle into her arm. Her arm was already bruised and had other needle marks.
Hermione sat back on her bed and thought about what er friend had been doing all these years. She didn't notice that she had began banging her head against the wall.
Two years past and accordingly the minister was coming. Hermione hadn't told Parvati that she'd seen her taking drugs neither had she found out who the person across from her was. She was very happy that Cornelius Fudge was coming now since she used to work for him but she couldn't not make him not come.
She was talking to Parvati when he came up to their floor. He started at the very end, which thankfully for Hermione was far, far away. It took him half and hour to reach them and when he did he tutted at Hermione.
"You've brought shame upon the ministry, doing that, you know."
"Well Harry's brought great shame upon me sleeping with that slut." She exclaimed.
"Now, now Miss Granger. There's no use using such sill words."
"Oh, get a life." She exclaimed at him before turning her back on him.
He turned away from her and looked at the person across.
"Well, well. Mr Malfoy. I'd have thought your dad would have kept you out of prison." Fudge said to the other person.
"Please call me Draco. You, may remember that he was killed by your aurors a year before I got in this god damned place." He replied.
Hermione gasped and turned around. Sure enough in the cell across was the blonde hair man that she had hated since school.
When Fudge had moved on to the other prisoners she looked at Malfoy who was looking at her.
"What you looking at?" He grumbled.
"What are you doing here? Why haven't you said anything for the last three years?" She exclaimed.
"Is it any of your business?" He asked.
"Yeah, it is. I wanna know."
"Well, I'm not tellin."
"Oooh. You're just like you were in school." She grumbled.
"Thank you."
For the next few weeks Hermione and Draco ignored each other until one night. Hermione was in bed but she wasn't asleep. For some reason ever since she'd found out that Malfoy was the person across from her she couldn't sleep. She turned in her bed and looked down at his cell. He wasn't asleep either. He was propped up against the wall and looking at her. She sat up and he looked away.
"Why were you looking?" She asked him.
"I can look where I want."
"Yeah but you always do this. I saw you when I first came here. You would just watch me and I wouldn't do anything." She said.
He didn't say anything for a few moments until,
"I was the one." He whispered.
"The one what?" She asked, standing up and walking towards the bars.
" The one in the bar three years ago. I was the one that told you to kill her." He whispered again.
"You what? Why?" Hermione gasped.
"I didn't like you would."
"You have ruined me, you know. Completely ruined me. I've lost my best friends. You made me kill one of them. You're the one that landed me in here. Can you imagine what it's going to be like when I get out? No you can't can you. No one will want to know me. Cause I killed Ginny Weasley friend of Harry Potter." She yelled at him.
For weeks she was full of anger and increasing hate that the person who had made her kill someone had been with her for three years. Parvati hadn't bothered to reason with her since she agreed with her and hated Malfoy. He didn't bother talking to her either because he didn't like her or thought he didn't.
In a burst of anger at one time she'd told Parvati that she'd seen her with the syringe and she hadn't been talking to her either.
"Parvati?" Hermione called through the window to her a week after the outburst.
"What?" She grumbled.
"I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry too." Parvati said coming to the window.
"Why did you start?" Hermione asked.
"Padma. Parents. Lotsa reasons." Parvati shrugged.
"When did you start?"
"What's this, 20 questions." Parvati moaned.
"No, I just want to knew." Hermione said.
"Well, I started about 4 years ago. I'd gone looking for Padma and I'd seen her turn a corner into an alley. I followed and there were a load of men there. Completely out of it. They offered me some and I took it and I couldn't stop."
'Wow,' Hermione thought. 'I've been away from the Patils a very long time.'
Engrossed in their talk they didn't notice Draco listening.