((A/N: OMGOSH! Don't kill me! I know it's been a while! But there has been some horrible things happening! I'll never let it go this long again! Promise! But anyway, this chappie might be a bit confusing, but it will be explained later. Enjoy!))

Chapter 5

It is said time flies by when your havin fun, but Hermione Granger defiantly wasn't having fun. She was having the exact opposite of fun, which made time seem to go by rather slowly. She was sore, she was starving, and she had lost a lot of blood, leaving her, for the first day and several days after her whipping, rather lightheaded.

For those first few house after she had been brought back to her room, Hermione wanted nothing more then to die. It hurt so much. And now, several days, and weeks later, it still hurt to move. Her abductor hadn't been back to see her, but his two cronies had, and between the insults, and abuse, she had closed up within herself. She ate only enough to survive from the plates of food they brought her every few days, but in truth it didn't matter, she didn't care enough for it to matter anymore.

Her chocolate brown eyes had turned a dull brown, losing their spark. It was strange, as was it sad. For years she had helped Harry and Ron with dangerous missions, but now, that she was the one facing what seemed to be the world at this point, she never felt so alone, so abandoned. And with no one there to help her through this time, to encourage her to live on she just gave up. In a few words, her spirit was gone. She lost all hope.

That was when it had happened, when she had given up all hope, and had slipped into unconsciousness. It was here, that she regained her hope, that she believed in miracles. And with that sleep, came dreams.

It was dark, she wasn't sure where she was, if she was anywhere. It was pitch black, and it seemed to go on forever. The out of the darkness came a light. Slowly a figure came into focus out of the light, and Hermione gasped. The figure gave her a cheeky grin.

"Ha...Har...Harry?" she asked with a quivering voice. The figure, that was Harry Potter nodded and held open his arms. Hermione ran to him and was wrapped into an embrace. If felt so warm, so real. But it was just a dream right? She looked up to see Harry's acid green eyes boring into hers. Except his smile was gone.

"You must listen. We haven't got much time" he looked to see if she

understood. She nodded.

"He'll help you Mione, you may not believe it but he'll help you. Once

he finds him you must trust him okay? Trust him completely."

"Who?" Hermione asked bewildered. Who, and what was Harry talking about?

"You will find yourself on his property. This is very important Hermione.

Do not move from where you wake up." He grasped her shoulders, ignoring

her question as he continued, "Do not move. Let him find you..."

"Who?" asked Hermione again in a panicked tone. "I can't... Harry it

hurts.. I don't know what to do... Take me with you..." She pleaded.

Harry looked at her and squeezed her gently,

"You must Mia. Trust him... Trust me... Your abductor will try to find

you, but as long as you are with him he'll protect you... It will all make

since soon."

Before she had a chance to say anything further, Harry was gone, and

the world was spining. She was awakening with those words rolling around in her brain.

"Ít will all make sence soon"

When Hermione awoke she found herself huddled close to a large stone wall.

The wall of a house. There was bushes partially surrounding her, sealing her from view. Her eye's proved heavy, her head pounded, and she was in so much pain. But it was back, the spark in her eye's... The will the live...

It was late. Really late. All lights in the Malfoy Household had been extinguished long ago, and Draco Malfoy was sleeping peacefully. Or was sleeping peacefully until:

"Sir...Err...Sir...?" Blinky the house elf looked at her sleeping master with apprehension. She had to awake him, needed instructions. With a long, bony finger she gave him a quick, sharp jab in the side.

"Yeow!" called Draco as he sat up, blinking rapidly, his hand going to his ribs automatically, the other to his wand on the bedside table. When he saw it was only a houseelf he sighed slightly in relief.

"Sir?" Blinky asked softly. Draco gave the house elf a look.

"What?" he bit off. He did not appreciate being woken. Blinky had known he wouldn't, but she had had to.

"Sir there is a trespass-"

"You woke me for a bloody trespasser?" he nearly growled, cutting off the houseelf, "You know what to do with the jerk, apparate him to the magistrate.

"It's a women..." the house elf began. Draco blinked waiting for her to go on.

"And she seems to be hurt...and frightened..." the house elf continued.

Draco frowned. A woman? On his property? A hurt woman at that. What

should he do? Almost as if he was possessed he grabbed a robe, and started out

out the room.

"Where?" he asked the house elf impatiently. He listened as the chit

gave him directions on finding the girl, and after shoving his feet into a

pair of shoes, set off.

It took him only a few moments to figure out exactly where he was going, and by the time he had reached the general area, he had a frown on his face. He didn't want to be outhere in the middle of the goddamn night, searching for a girl who happened to find herself on his property. Who wanted that? But, if his houseelf was correct and the girl was injured, he could at least offer her some helf.

Yeah, help right off your property, he thought dryly then could have kicked himself. That wasn't nice. And even if he wasn't the nicest of guys, he could at least be polight. Or Decent. Yes, decent, he'd offer her a room tonight, let her sleep it off, then send her packing come morning.

With that thought in mind, his gaze swept the area. He saw her quickly, although when he would recall the scene later he wouldn't know how as she was mostly covered by bushes. Kneeling, and groaning at the feel of cold, damp ground, against his leg he realized how cold it actually was, then noticed how much shivering the figure was doing.

"Excuse me" he said softly, trying to get the figures attention. it worked, the figure ceased her shivering and tensed. He stared curiously for a few moments, then shifted slightly. Awkwardly, and not sure what to say, he just stared for a moment. There was something curiously familiar about the girl, but at the moment, Draco wasn't sure exactly what it was.

For a moment, he just watched her, then, apon realizing that she was still sitting there tense he realized she must have been frightned of him. Feeling a little bit annoyed at that fact he softly assured her that he wasn't going to hurt her.

She turned slowly and stared at him, then again really softly, she murmered, "Promise?"

She sounded so pitiful, that Draco almost smiled, "Promise" he assured. Then, squinting in the darkness, he gave her the once over, his eyebrow shooting up as he noticed a burised eye.

"What happened here?" he asked reaching out and gently touching the spot, she flinched away. "Sorry" he mumbelled feeling awkward. She nodded, and caught her bottom lip between her teeth, knawing on it. Just then the wind picked up, and Draco shivered lightly again. She must be cold, he thought, and then could have smacked himself. Why werethey out there freezing, when they could be inside, by the fire, with hot glasses of cider.

"Come inside... You must be freezing" she simply stared.

"You'll stay here tonight..." he continued, and again she just stared.

He stood and turned and began to walk away, turning around after a few feet to look at her, where she was watching him, "Coming?"

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