I know I know this story hasn't been updated for a while, but I've had writers block with this story, hence the smallness, and I still have writers block so if you review and have some ideas don't hesitate to add them. Please review :)

SammyM -> Yeh Superstore is a great hangout, but I daint like working there...DAINT

ILoveMyDraco -> Lol I don't have a thing for violence...in fact, if I had my way I wouldn't write about it but it seems to make things more interesting. Now, since you're full of those lovely ideas I love, I need some haha writers block is a bitch.

bobkat2007 -> glad you liked.

Monica7725 -> I'd much rather have fred and george anyways. That would be a hot trio. Yed breaking up would suck. Those late nights alone in the appartment...well I get flustered even thinking about it. It's not my fault I don't talk to you on a regualr basis and inform you of every little detail of my life...You better read some of the newer stuff shakes fist

drunkonlife -> I might make this story long...well i might not...you tell me what u think after you read this.

Chapter 20 The Cave

Draco kept his wand at the ready as he made his way towards the gates of Hogsmeade. The night was dark, and a bitter wind nipped at him, sending chills down his spine, giving him the sensation as if he were being watched. He quickly pressed himself up against the nearest building, which happened to be an inn, as if trying to conceal himself even more.

It was then that Draco saw two of his fathers fellow Death Eaters walk by, their cloaks swishing behind them. What would they be doing here, Draco thought to himself as he edged along the buildings. He watched them come to an abrupt halt and they disaparated with a loud pop.

Draco edged to the place where they had disappeared from and found that it was a deep rock gap that slowly rose to what seemed to be caves, the place that his father had told him about.

"She better be alive" Draco mumbled to himself, taking hold of one of the rocks below him, careful where he stepped. The rocks were slippery and moist from the frosty, yet moist air and Draco didn't want to take any chances in hurting himself.

He reached the bottom of the deep gap in no time, and started climb across the rocks to the other side which he would have to climb up, which he figured would probably be the hard part.

His fingers held on to the nearest rock as he hoisted himself up. He continued up until he was nearly fifteen feet from the rocky bottom. It was then that his fingers met a slippery patch and he slipped, falling to the bottom, hearing a crack in his right arm, his wand arm.

His head began to feel heavy and his eyes started to tear up from the immense pain that shot up his arm. What was he blubbering about? This was nothing compared to the pain that Hermione was probably feeling at this moment, and he knew it.

He sucked in a deep breath and slowly but steadily made it to the top of the rocky ledge. A large entrance to a cave was now standing in front of him. He looked around suspiciously, wondering if he was going to be ambushed, and then walked in slowly, keeping his wand in his wobbly left hand.

The cave was dark, illuminating no light whatsoever. He could hear water dripping off of the ceiling to the stone below his feet, and something about it seemed eerie. The air was moist, giving off a smell that wasn't too pleasant.

This can't be the place, Draco thought walking deeper into the darkness. There's no one here.

It was then that he felt a set of rough hands take hold of him and gag him. It was moments later that he felt his head hit the side of the cave and he blacked out.

Draco woke up sometime later in a colder and much more damp area than he had been in before. What time is it, he wondered as he looked around the small circular space.

The walls were dark and rocky, covered in weird funguses that he imagined were used in his potions class. The place itself wasn't very big, but at least it was lit with torches instead of the indefinite darkness that had surrounded him before. He noticed that he was bound to the wall, facing something that looked remarkably like a body. A body he was familiar with. It made a small movement, and some of the tattered hair moved out of its face. It was Hermione.

Draco tried to yell her name, but all that came out were muffled pleads. Hermione moved her head to face him. She looked horrible. Her hair was ratted and hung down, making her look sickly. She was gagged, and her face covered in horrible scars and cuts. Her eyes looked tired, as if she had endured so much physical abuse that she could collapse at any moment. She looked at him worryingly, trying to give him a warning, a warning that he did not understand.

He suddenly felt a cold hand come in contact with the flesh of his own face. His eyes shut closed from an automatic reaction. He opened them wearily to find his fathers cold eyes boring into his own.

"I expected you'd come to save this filth from her death, unfortunately for you, it isn't going to turn out well for either of you" Lucius spat.

Draco chuckled coldly as Lucius removed the gag rather harshly from his sons face.

"What are you gonna do? Murder your own son?" Draco croaked, licking his dry and cracked lips as he spoke.

"That's what I was thinking. The star crossed lovers would die together, where no one would find their mangled bodies, ever" Lucius said, a smirk playing across his face as he said these words.

A look of fear came upon Hermione's face at these words. She didn't want to die in here, in fact, she really didn't want to die at all right now.

It was then that Lucius raised his wand, muttering a curse, causing Draco's whole body to shake and quiver, sending shocks of pain all over him.

This is the end now. Please review.