AN: It's short, I know, but I wanted to get a chapter out before everyone completely forgot about this story (I've been loosing readers for this one, I think. I'm wondering if I've let the quality slip (god knows I've been letting the quality slip for everything else...) I hate college, let's leave it at that. (god danmed necessary irritation that will affect the rest of my damn life!) SPSU has been the cause of my recent depression... If I could skip college and get a good job I would!

On the other hand Renaissance Festival was good! (and that about all I can say…)

I really am thankful to the people who review, you give me a moment of enjoyment.
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Draco rolled grumpily, trying to rid himself of the noise assaulting his ears. "Stop Harry…" Draco muttered and rolled after another he heard another noise.

"Draco Malfoy, get up!" he heard Harry hiss.

:tap: "I don't feel like it, so shut it, Harry! I want to sleep..." Draco shot up to make his lover stop whatever he was doing.

However, when he opened his eyes he realized he wasn't in bed with Harry, instead he found himself in his own room in Malfoy manor. And Harry was nowhere to be found. Again. / I swear I'm going to tie that boy down the second I get my hands on him, damn it… How- Dumbledore/ Draco sat for a moment trying to clear his head.

"Draco, over here."

He looked towards the voice and Hermione hanging from a pair of manacles in his room, looking a little worse for wear, but not horrible. /never knew I had those.../ "Hermione?" He slid forward to sit on edge of the bed. "Is that really you?" He frowned a bit. She was hanging just low enough that her feet could nudge a stack of books left close them. Draco noticed a few on the floor and guesses that she had been kicking them to get his attention.

"Yes! Now get me down!"

Draco stood and straightened his shirt before walking towards her. "How can I be sure you are who you say you are..." he said while looking her in the eyes. "I don't think my father would lock a mudblood like you in my room and leave you alone. You don't exactly look you've been suffering."

"Draco, please shut up and help me! I am chained to a wall! Do you have any idea how long I've been hanging here? You have no idea what Lucius has put me through!" she glared helplessly at the boy in front of her. /why doesn't he do anything/ Indeed Draco did nothing other than cross his arms, making no move to help. "Fine! ...My animagus is a wolf."

He snorts. "Half the people who been in Riddle's castle know that, including Lucius." Draco said dryly.

Hermione would have thrown her head back in frustration, if she could. She wracked her brain to think of something else, something Lucius or Dumbledore wouldn't know. "James Potter isn't Harry's father!"

"Yeah, and Dumbledore could have told that to you, remember."

/Damn it! Wait, I know.../ "Harry likes that you aren't perfect. He loves that you don't always feel the need to be good or nice, though you are obviously love him. You told me that Harry hates perfection, he finds it boring."

Draco said nothing. Hermione thought Draco still didn't believe her, but then he nodded. "Did Lucius have a key?" he asked.

"No. A wand."

"How exactly am I supposed to help Granger? I haven't looked, but I seriously doubt Lucius would leave me with my wand."

"He didn't, but maybe you have enough power to break the cuffs somehow. I don't know, melt them! Just help me, I am in an excruciating amount pain and I'm tired," the girl growled.

"Not sure I want to break them... Harry might like these." Draco muttered while admiring the metal.

"Draco!" She exclaimed.

"What? I'm thinking." he raised an eyebrow at her.

"I know exactly what you're thinking." Hermione huffed. "Try heating them, you might be able to do it without your wand."

"Why haven't you tried heating them?" Draco took a step back, folding his arms again.

Hermione tried kicking forward a bit, but not enough to hit him. "Don't you I've tried. Your father, you bastard, bound my magic the second Harry's bitch of a sister brought me here! Now quit wasting time, I'll explain later!"

"Oo, language!"

"Shut Up!" She was out of breathe at this point and knew here eyes were starting to tear up with exhaustion and the lasting fear that had been with her since she first felt a wand to her back.

Draco could see that she was going to start crying any minute and decided to take pity on her. He knew that she didn't want anyone to she her hanging like this, not even Draco. Maybe especially Draco. "Do you know where Harry is?" he asked while he moved forward to cups the manacle cuffs in his hands. /can I do this? I not quite as strong as he is/ Draco was still bitter about what happened. he hadn't realized he was that far behind the others...

"No. Dumbledore only brought you in. I never saw Harry. God, I miss Blaise," she muttered to herself. /I'm supposed to be planning my wedding now.../ "Wait! Try to heat the chain not the cuff! Unless you want to burn my hands off."

Draco looked down from the cuffs above her head. "If you don't let me concentrate I may sever something."

"You can't," she shot back.

"You're the one who thinks I can burn through metal without my wand, who knows what else I can do..." Draco said before returning his concentration to the manacle chains.

"Just get it over with, please." And there it was; the first tear fell.

Draco sighed. "Relax Granger, I'll do my best. But don't be disappointed if I can't."

She nodded.

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AN: Sorry for the shortness (I'm trying to back up to my usual standards... and straighten my life out)