Hermione woke up with the sun shinning in her face. At first she couldn't figure out why she felt so worried, then as she sat up too fast and bumped her head on the four canopy bed, the memories of last night came back to her.

She was kidnapped and now she's at god knows where with her read father, who just happened to be the man trying to kill her best friend. This is just too weird to comprehend. Hermione was considering going back to sleep when the door opened, and in came Huffy.

"Miss, the Lord is expecting you in the Dinning room. He said to not be late or else," At this point Huffy made a quick gesture across her throat.

Hermione got the meaning (who wouldn't?).

"Okay, tell him I'll be there in a moment."

"As you wish miss," Huffy replied, as she turned to go, a slow smirk graced a feature and somehow Hermione knew this wasn't going to be pleasant.

Twenty minutes later, Hermione stood in the middle of nowhere, having no clue where she was. When she left her room she thought she knew the way, but after a few turns and twists, she ended up here.

Hermione looked around seeing nothing but portraits. Carefully she made her way over to a particularly large one featuring a lady in her early thirties. She wore a beautiful sundress with large flower prints all over them. The wind was blowing her hair around her face that had on a warm, gentle smile.

'This is my mother'

For some reason Hermione suddenly felt a longing to know the woman in front of her. She reached out her hand to touch the portrait-

"I wouldn't to that if I were you. Finger oil is especially bad for painting, it'll ruin the colors."

Hermione pulled back her hand at the sound of the voice. She was so close, she could feel her mother's presence and who ever was behind her just had to go and destroy the moment.

"What do you know about painting, for all I-"

Hermione stopped talking when she spun around and faced her intruder.

"Malfoy! What are you doing here?"

The young man in front of her, cocked his head in such a way it reminded Hermione of a puppy, but Draco Malfoy was no puppy.

"I don't believe we've met."

Hermione snorted. Great now he was going to play dumb with her, as if she couldn't tell from his definitely Malfoy features. The soft strands of whitish blonde hair hanging gently over his steel blue eyes which are shining slightly at the moment. There was something wrong about this picture; something doesn't seem right about him. Sure, he had the same lean body due to quidditch training, but the way he was holding himself was a bit off from his usual chin up, overly proud self.

"Hello, miss, are you still there?" Malfoy's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Of course I'm still here, can't you see that!" Hermione snapped at him.

"Forgive me for my ignorance."

Hermione snorted again, did she just hear correctly, was Malfoy apologizing.

"Um…what are you doing here," Hermione asked, after getting over the initial shock of Malfoy apologizing.

"I live here, just for the summer, I like to paint the estate during the summer time" he added quickly seeming the look of horror on Hermione's face.

For the first time Hermione noticed the canvas strapped on his shoulder, she didn't know he could paint. This is getting weirder and weirder by the second. Before she had the chance to say something, Huffy came running towards them.

"Miss! What are you doing here! Can't you tell the time, you're twenty minutes late. Master is so going to punish Huffy, oh dear!" At this point Huffy broke into tears rocking back and forth.

"Huffy it's alright. It's my fault for keeping miss…"

"Hermione," She supplied helpfully, so shocked was she that Malfoy was comforting a house-elf she didn't bother to think why he didn't know her name.

"Yes, Miss Hermione here. I'll tell my father that. Right now you just lead us to where ever they are."

"Oh, young Master, you're always so kind!"

Hermione had to stop herself from snorting at that comment. She didn't have time anyways, because right then and there Malfoy grabbed her hand and began pulling her after the running Huffy.

"Com'on miss, she runs very fast. She won the house-elf's association's yearly marathon if I remember correctly."

No kidding, Huffy was already rounding the next corner, running as fast as she could go. Before long all they could see of her was a speck in the distance. Maybe it had something to do with Hermione being as slow as a turtle and Malfoy dragging her along.

"Wait stop, why are the corridors so long," Hermione puffed out as she desperately tried to gather air into her lungs.

Malfoy looked at her in a weird way, and then he bent over and scooped up Hermione in his arms.

"Sorry Miss, but we need to get there fast or else."

Hermione was too embarrassed by now to say anything back. So there she was cradled in his arms like a child, while he sprinted across the hall. She could feel his every heart beat pulsing through her. She could smell the faint scent of oil paint and turpentine on his clothe. If she didn't hate Malfoy as much as she did, maybe this could have been very romantic.

"We're here."

Malfoy set her down on the ground and massaged his arms.

"God, you need to lose a few pounds, I can barely feel my arms."

"It's your own fault for wanting to carry me; I never asked to be carried!"

Malfoy smiled at her and shrugged his broad shoulders, then gestured towards the door.

Hermione looked in front of her and saw a large double door made of cherry wood. Gingerly she placed her hand on the handle and twisted it. The door swung open with ease, revealing a bright and sunny room. Voldemort was naturally sitting at the head of the table, sipping his morning tea. On his right was Lucius, who glared at her for being late. And lastly on his left was-

"Malfoy!"

A/N what did you guys think. It was kind of pointless and not a lot of action going on. Please review and give me suggestions!