Disclaimer: Draco Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, and Lucius Malfoy belong to JK Rowling. I own Nicole Plimt. No money is made from this, so please don't sue me or anything. I didn't do it, Snape did.

Author's Note: Thanks for waiting a few weeks. I swear, the people that read my other stories are so going to yell at me. Anyway, I give you Day Four: War at Sixteen.

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Bloody hell, thought Draco as he felt heat against his eyelids once again. This is getting old. Referring to blinding white light against his eyes.

"I can leave if you want me to. I can take the food with me and let you sleep" said a distant voice from his right. Snapping his eyes open and sitting up, he saw Nicole sitting cross-legged on the floor with her hair in front of her eyes as she slid the platter towards him.

Draco smiled, "Thanks" he grabbed a sandwich and was inches from taking a bite when he saw something on Nicole's cheek. Laying the sandwich back onto the platter, Draco raised an eyebrow at her.

"What's on your cheek?" he asked, leaning forward and brushing the hair away from her face.

"I-It's nothing, really. I just...fell" Nicole whispered, watching Draco wipe blood away from the deep cut she had.

"Fell...right..." He barely listened to her, looking at the blood he had taken from her cut and wishing more than ever he could get both of them out of there. He had always wished to be the hero when he was younger, so was this his chance? Could he possibly get Nicole out of this place for good? Maybe.

The two sat in silence, Draco gingerly taking small bites from the sandwich. Nicole sat with her back to the bars, her knees to her chest and her chin resting on their tops. After all but 10 minutes, feeling like hours, Draco finally spoke.

"You said you couldn't be like me, right?"

Nicole shifted slightly and nodded, "I can't"

Draco laughed, "I had a reason to do what I did. And it's not like it came free.."

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"Bloody house elf! Go!" 16 year old Draco Malfoy shouted out Ellia, his personal house elf. As the elf scampered off, Draco got up to find his mother somewhere in the cold manor.

Draco had always been closest to his mother. When he thought of his father, he thought of the Death Eater dinners and The Training. But with his mother, it had always just been him. Draco and Narcissa.

To anyone else, the cold stone floor against your feet would annoy you, but the Draco it was normal. He had always thought everyone lived in a house like his. All his life up to now, his parents had been distant. Almost as thought they were merely brought together by Draco himself.

Opening the drawing room door to retrieve the cloak he had left there, Draco stopped when he heard a noise from under him. Knowing fully well that the Malfoy's dungeon was down there and that Lucius Malfoy kept various people locked up, Draco picked up the cloak without a second thought.

Then a noise came again, a whimpering and a sob all in one. Stopping short, Draco spun around towards the rug; where the opening was hidden. Kneeling down, he pushed back the rug and opened the round door. Draco lowered himself into the hole, not even thinking of the fact that doing this would get him into more trouble with his father than he wanted.

Quietly, he inched forward towards the heavy breathing from a door propped. Once he heard his father's angry voice, he was quite certain he should run back and forget about the voice. But being 16, Draco's pride and ego overpowered his thoughts. Daring to peek into the room, he felt a gasp come to his throat but kept it back.

Sitting limp against the wall was Narcissa Malfoy, a large gash across her face and blood mingled into her silver blonde hair. Draco watched as his father whispered something into Narcissa's ear. As he stood there as minutes passed, Draco saw more cruelty to anyone than he had ever seen before. As the minutes wore on with him spying, his eyes grew cold. His jaw tightened.

Just hearing Narcissa plead his father sent Draco over the edge. He ran. Ran up the stairs to the drawing room, down the freezing cold hallways and into his room. Sitting on the bed, he cried. Not even his ego could stop him from doing so. He had wished when he was little that his mother could get him something to hold onto when he needed someone. But now, it was different. Suddenly, the house seemed too cold to bare. Getting out of the bed, Draco stood in front of a mirror. Staring at his red eyes and nose made Draco seem to young. Staring into the mirror, he vowed that he'd be there for his mother, no matter what could happen.

"It's war" he whispered fiercely.

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Draco lay with his head on the hard floor, hands behind his head and staring up at the night sky. He didn't know why he had told Nicole what his father had done. Not even Pansy knew exactly what happened. But unlike with Pansy, it felt like Nicole knew what he meant.

What he felt.

Sighing softly, he racked his brain for something he could use to send himself to sleep. As he imagined being in his bed back home in England, a glow of green shot out from the door and hit the wall next to him. Smiling softly, he glanced over at the door. After the four days he had been there, he had forgotten each time to ask Nicole actually who the green light belonged to.

Or why it was there.

Looking back up at the sky, Draco found himself so lost in thoughts about Nicole, he had barely noticed a faint scream from behind the door.

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Author's Note: Thanks for reading. Thanks to Serena for betaing and thanks to those who review. You guys are the reason for me writing this and you keep me going. Please review, and remember….flames will be shared with others! Yeah, you guys know the drill right?