Disclaimer: Everything in this story you reconize from the popular Harry Potter series belongs to JK Rowling. Everything that doesn't belong to her, surprisingly, belongs to me.

Author's Note: You made it to chapter two. Be happy everyone, this is a happy moment. I wanted to put little content in the first Author's note and everything. Other than that, Enjoy.

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Draco slowly opened his eyes, groaning outloud when he moved slightly. Feeling a painful jolt in his head, he begunto wonder about what exactly happened. Slowly trying to sit up, he felt a shiver go down his back. He nearly fell back down as a door was slammed shut somewhere within the area. Looking around for not only the owner of the slamming door, he took in his surrounds. He was stuck in a typical cell, cement walls all around him and a cold concrete floor under him. Draco attempted to move his hand and felt something slightly sticky under him. Looking down, he swallowed hard the sight of the puddle of almost dry blood.

Footsteps could be heard coming closer and closer to the cell. Draco's head snapped up and he gingerlygot to his feet. Swallowing hard again, he saw a shadow face appear in front of his cell bars.

"Draco, Draco, Draco...how foolish you look" the person said, smirking.

A serge of hatred shot through Draco's eyes as he stared at the death eater before him, "Long time no see, eh Flint?" he said quietly, not being able to talk above a horse whisper.

Marcus Flint, one of Draco's friends from Hogwarts, had joined Voldemort out of loyality to his father. Lucius Malfoy was quite close to having Draco in the same position as Flint. The thought of being a Death Eater haunted Draco more than anything.

Marcus smirked, "Smarter than you look, Malfoy" his smirk widened and Draco felt sick to his stomach at the sight of Flint's disgusting teeth, "Hungry, Draco?" Marcus said quietly, edging closer to the bars and snapping his fingers.

A woman with dark brown hair to the middle of her back stepped into place behind Marcus. She looked at Draco with her big brown eyes. The more he watched that look, the more he realized she looked sorry. Sympathy and pity were shining in those eyes. Standing there, a midnight blue robe on, the woman bent down low and handed a platter of bread and water to Marcus.

Marcus paid no head to the look in woman's eyes and took the contents of the platter; slipping the plate through the bars and laying it flat. He still smirked as he put the glass and bread through the bars. The woman shook her head frantically as she watched Draco lean forward to grab Marcus's hands.

Something about the look in the woman's eyes made him stop. Draco stared at her, seeing the trace of a smile on her face.

Marcus stood up, the woman quickly following, and said, "Eat up, Malfoy"

Even opening his eyes felt like he was lifting thousands of pounds. Sighing roughly, Draco shook his head gently, attempting to ward off more uncomforatble sleep. After feeling sick to his stomach,and refusing to eat or drink the things Marcus gave him Draco spent what felt like hours looking for the softest part of the floor. It become quiet clear that to find a soft spot of cement was like looking for a needle in a haystack. Draco ended up sitting with his back against the wall and falling asleep to the though of the beautfiul woman filling his head.

He didn't dare guess what time it was or what day it was. But, like anyone else would, Draco looked up at the small window shining into his cell. A small stream of moon light slipped in. His eyes looking down the wall where the light was. Wincing softly, he finally made out the grime and water covering the could-be wonderfulexquisite gray bricks. Looking away from the nausiationg sight, he stared at the tinted darkness in front of him. As Draco gazed into the darkness, he felt like he was missing something.

Shifting uncomfortably, Draco noticed it.

Looking around he spotted a low green light coming from a door just beyond the metal bars. Crawling on all fours, he went to the light, gripping the bars and staring at it. As he sat there, he thought about everything that went wrong. What was Pansy thinking? Was she crying for him? What about the Aurors? Were they looking for him?

Sighing, Draco slumped down, his eyes leaving the green light. Tears fell down his face as he thought of those sympathtic brown eyes. He thought of his mum too. His wonderful Mum helpless in Spell Damage at St. Mungo's. The tears grew larger and fell faster. A sob escaped his lips as he remembered watching his own father hurt his mother Still watching the green light, Draco thought of all the people killed by wizards like Marcus Flint.

After a while the light faded and then it was gone. The moonlight creating the only light in the cell, Draco took one last look out that window. Watching the stars sparkle, he wiped away his tears and fell into an uneasy sleep.

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Author's Note: Thanks to Serena van der Woodsen (hopefully I spelled it right this time. I don't have the website up to look at) who delt with my crazy spelling and extremely bad grammer. Get used to it, Serena. Anyway, thanks for reading and like before...review and flames will be shared with friends/hp writers and laughed at. Adios!