Disclaimer: Much to my displeasure, I don't own Hermione or (begins drooling) super sexy Draco or any other Harry Potter character. They all belong to J.K. Rowling. If she ever wants to give away Draco though, I'd be happy to take him…

Hey guys! I hope you like this chapter! There's no romance in this one, but there's a lot of other stuff... I'm not going to give it away; I'm going to make you read it! MUHAHAHA! Anyway, I hope you like it! Oh and thanks to all of you who reviewed and sent me their constructive criticism! I really appreciated it! I love you guys!

Chickadee91

Draco slowly began to open his eyes. He saw a blurry version of a girl above him. He groaned.

"Hey." Said the girl soothingly. "Are you all right?" Draco strained to see the source of the soft voice, but he could only make out long brown hair and dark brown eyes. Slowly his vision cleared, and he recognized a smiling Hermione. Her eyes were sparkling and her hair lay on her shoulders in perfect waves. She was smiling sleepily at him, and sitting on the end of the bed. Draco looked at his surroundings.

He was in a large room colored in a relaxing shade of dark blue. Across from him were a small TV, and a couch that looked as if someone had recently slept on it. To his left was a small window close to the ceiling and to his right, was a small wooden door. Draco ran his hands over the soft blue sheets. He sunk his head back into the fluffy pillow, and glanced at Hermione. She was eyeing him curiously, and sitting on the end of the comfortable bed. Draco groaned.

"Where am I?" asked Draco sleepily.

"You are in the basement of my house." Hermione said simply. "You've been unconscious for about twelve hours, and I was wondering if you were ever going to wake up."

Suddenly Draco remembered all of the previous events.

"What happened?" he asked breathlessly. "How did I get here? Where is my father?"

"Calm down" whispered Hermione. "I'll explain everything soon, but for now…" Suddenly there was the sound of the garage doors opening in the distance.

"What was that?" asked Draco puzzled. He looked around the room searching for the source of the sound, and glanced at Hermione.

She was frozen in place and her face was white with fear. She seemed to be staring off into space.

"Oh my god." She suddenly whispered slowly. She gave Draco an alarming look. "You have to hide! Quickly!" Hermione jumped off the bed and grabbed Draco by the arm. Without warning, she yanked him out of bed, and pulled him to the far end of the room. Hermione released the shaken Draco, and grabbed the arm of the couch. She pulled it back just far enough to reveal a small trap door in the floor. It was made of wood, and looked very old. She grabbed the metal handle, and flung it open. Inside was a steep staircase, leading down into darkness.

"Get in." she said motioning to Draco. He looked from Hermione, to the stairs, to Hermione again.

"You have got to be kid…" Suddenly there came a loud noise of a door slamming shut. Draco saw the terrorized look on Hermione's face. She looked as though she'd seen a ghost. Hermione looked at Draco.

"Please…" she pleaded. "Please do it for me. I helped you out when you needed it. You owe it to me to just do it." Draco listened carefully to Hermoine's pleads. Her eyes were filled with fear, and she kept glancing at the door.

What happened to her? Where's the independent, I-can-do-it-myself attitude? What in the world could make her this afraid? She looks terrified.

"HERMIONE!" erupted a voice. 'Where are you?" Draco looked quickly at Hermione, then ran down the stairs. He looked back at Hermione who gave him a worried look.

"I'll be back for you." She whispered almost breathless. "I promise I will. And whatever you do, DON'T open this door. Please promise me you won't open the door. Please!

"What do you think I might hear?" questioned Draco in a worried tone. Hermione pleaded once more with her eyes, and Draco nodded puzzled. Hermione gave him a small smile, closed the door softly. Draco heard the sound of Hermione dragging the couch back against the wall, and over him. He heard her quick footsteps cross the room and then the squeak of the bed.

What is she talking about? What the hell would I hear?

Hermione pulled with all of her might, and dragged the heavy couch over her secret door.

What am I going to do? What am I going to do? What should I say that he'd believe? I have to think of something quick!

Suddenly, Hermione heard thundering footsteps coming down the stairs. Hermione jumped in shock, and ran over to her bed. She picked up the book next to her bed and began pretending to read seconds before her bedroom door opened. Hermione looked up at the man.

"Hi Daddy," she said as calmly as she could. "How was work?" The towering man just glared at her.

"Who else is down here?" asked the man sternly. "I heard voices."

"Hermione faked a giggle. "Nobody daddy, just me. I was just… talking to my self. I guess I felt kind of lonely." Hermione felt her father's eyes scan her to trying to see if this was true.

"You're lying!" yelled her father lumbering toward her. Hermione's eyes filled with terror.

"No daddy please…!" she begged, but her father ignored her cries. He lifted Hermione over his head as if she was a feather, and slammed her down on the floor. She landed with a bang, and instantly she was in so much pain that she couldn't move. Although it hurt terribly, she tried to stand once more, but when her father saw this, he was after her again. Hermione felt herself rise and she opened her eyes. For a split second, she was almost touching the ceiling, and then next, she was falling to the earth. She watched as the ground came closer, and she knew that there was nothing she could do to stop the outcome. The impact was even harder this time. Every muscle in her body was throbbing, and this time Hermione didn't even attempt to move.

Just take it Hermione. Don't try to fight it. If you do, you'll just make it worse. You are strong. You can handle it. You always have before.

Hermione waited for her father to come at her again, but instead, he started to tear through her room. He through off the soft bed sheets, and looked under the bed. He opened her closet, and began to throw everything out of it.

"Where is he?" Yelled the man. "I know I heard a boy!"

"There is no boy…" Hermione said weakly. Her father growled with anger, and ran across the room. He ran over to her TV, and in anger pushed it hard towards her. She saw it in the air for a split second, and then it finally landed inches from her face.

Hermione closed her eyes once more, expecting more destruction. After a few seconds of silence, she opened then slowly again. Her father hadn't moved from where he had stood. He just stood there, thinking, and glaring at Hermione. All of the sudden, he walked over to the door, and left.

"Clean this up!" he yelled as he left. Hermione didn't move from her spot on the floor. She felt as though there were knives cutting through her entire body. Hermione closed her eyes again, and she fainted in exhaustion.

Draco was frozen still in the trap door. He strained his ears trying to hear if anything else was going to happen.

After a few moments of silence, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Wow. I can't believe I'm saying it, but poor Hermione. Who was that guy? Why did she put up with that? It sounded like he tore up her room! I hope she's okay. She may be my enemy, but I'm not as evil as my father is. I'm obviously not the only one with family problems…

Draco waited in silence for a few more minutes. It was completely dark, and he couldn't see his hand in front of his face.

Where is Hermione? Why hasn't she let me out yet?

After an hour, Draco wasn't sure whether he should be really angry or really worried.

I can't stay down here forever. Screw that promise, I have to get out of here… If only I had my wand!

Draco felt around in his pocket for his slender wand. Finally, he felt it in his back pocket and pulled it out.

"Lumos," whispered Draco. Immediately a small blue light came out of the tip of his wand, and he walked up the stairs. Very slowly and quietly, Draco started to push up the door.

THUMP! Draco jumped. The door had hit the top of the couch. Draco poked his head up enough to see from under the couch. He saw Hermione lying still on the ground.

"Hermione," he whispered. She didn't move.

"Hermione." he said a bit louder. She remained motionless on the floor.

"Hermione!" he almost yelled. She still didn't move a muscle.

She must be unconscious. I have to help her.

Draco pulled his wand through the crack in the door.

"Reviviaro" whispered Draco. A bolt of light hit flew from his wand to Hermione, and she jumped up breathing heavily.

"Hermione, it's me, Draco!" Hermione gasped, remembering the trap door.

"Oh my," she said quietly. "I'm sorry." She ran over to him, and moved away the couch. Draco lifted the trap door all of the way but froze when he saw her face.

Hermione had bruises all over her body, and she looked barely conscious. She kept one eye closed, and began to limp back over to her torn up bed. Draco got back to his senses, and climbed out of the trap door. He closed it quietly, and moved the couch over it once again. He looked at the once beautiful room, and shook his head at the awful sight. Hermione had lain back down on the bed, and immediately after hitting the sheets, was asleep.

I know that reviviaro isn't a real spell, but I couldn't find one to wake someone, so I had to make this one up. If any of you guys actually finds where one of them says a spell that revives you from being unconscious, I'd really appreciate it if you sent it to me! For those who were wondering, Harry and Ron will be in the story. It just may take a few chapters. Well, I hope you liked it, and please review! Once again, it will only take a few seconds of your time! Thanks bunches! Love ya!

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