A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update. I have been really stressed lately. College is a lot harder than expected. I was planning on updating over Christmas, but I left my spiral in my dorm. I almost thought about rewriting it but I liked some of the things I had in my spiral!!! Please forgive me!!! Enjoy!!!

Also, TomsPink, thank you for your review. I am sorry if you feel that I describe too much in my story. I just wanted to give the reader a good idea of what I see when I imagine this story in my head. However, I am sure you are not the only one who disapproves of it; therefore I will do my best to not put so much detail in my story. I am writing for the readers.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Harry Potter, except for a few posters and pictures and the DVDs. I finally go the books for Christmas. Anyway, on with the story.

"Draco's Fear and This Far" Ch. 6

Draco watched as Jasmine flew off out of view. He sat down on the small window seat shaking. He didn't want to go to Azkaban. He would be leaving any minute. He had to many bad memories of his father. He was freed from him when Lucius was taken there. He didn't even understand why his mother even went to visit him. She had quit a history with him also. Draco wondered why his father wanted to see him. He kind of wished Granger was right there with him. He needed someone to talk to right about now.

He sat there for what seemed like forever when another house elf came in. "Sir, your mother us ready for you at the foot of the stairs." Draco nodded his head and followed the elf out of the room. Sure enough, there was his mother. Waiting for him exactly where the house elf said she'd be.

He gave his mother a begging look. She just rolled here eyes and asked if he wanted to apparate to get there. Draco had only been there once before but his memory of the horrific place was detailed down to the number of bars on the cell door that stood in between him and his father. The number of bars that kept Draco at a safe distance away from the only man that he ever feared besides Voldemort himself. But even then, his father could be more frightening at times. Draco didn't have to live with Voldemort. Draco nodded his head and in seconds he was being led down a dark hall to his father's cell.

When they had reached the cell, Narcissi Malfoy was the first to speak, "Lucius, Draco is here." At that, Draco took a deep breath and clinched his fists. In the back corner of the cell a dark figure stood up and walked towards Draco.

"Hello son. I have been expecting you."

As Hermione and her mother finished eating their ice cream, a huge, brown owl flew in the open window. Both Hermione and her mother jumped as the owl landed and started to approach Hermione.

The owl nuzzled up against Hermione's hand like a cat does when it wants attention. Hermione instantly loved the bird.

"Who do you belong to?" she asked as she reached for the letter. Mrs. Granger, still not quit used to strange things happening in her home like owls flying through that window, got up from the table and started to wash the two bowls.

"Who is it from sweetie?" she asked.

Silence

Mrs. Granger turned around and saw the look on her daughter's face. Her eyes were wide and her jaw was dropped. All she could do to answer her mother was to hand her the letter. Mrs. Granger read the letter and felt a since of pride that her daughter could get through to someone like Draco Malfoy.

"So, what are you going to do?" Her mother asked.

"I don't know. Do you think I should write back?"

"Well, what were you planning on doing when you wrote the first letter?"

"I don't know. I didn't expect it to go this far."

"Well, don't keep the poor boy waiting."

Hermione smiled. She knew her mother was right. She had already come this far. She knew what she had to do. She got up from the table, took the letter and Malfoy's owl, and went to her room.

'Malfoy was right about one thing' she thought as she laughed a little, "I do have that, 'I know I am right' look. She continued to laugh to herself as she sat down at her desk.