A few days passed and still no sign of Harry. If he were really interested in me, I would have thought he would have come to see me. I wanted to talk to him anyway, perhaps I could have made him see sense. I still was finding it hard to believe what had happened and the predicament that I was in.

Draco would come in every day to bring me food and a set of new clothes. I had no idea where he got all the new clothes. It would always consist of a short black skirt, and a white blouse with knee high socks. It wasn't too dissimilar from the Hogwarts uniform but I wasn't complaining, I thought it was a nice gesture under the circumstances.

Draco also took me to another part of the underground cave where I could shower and wash. Draco made sure each time to tie my hands together as he led me through. I didn't see the need myself, as I was pretty sure that I couldn't get away from him anyway, but he insisted. On the way to the shower room, there were always lots of other death eaters all staring at me menacingly. Draco told me not to look at them and to keep silent. I did what I was told this time. I didn't really want to anger Draco, as he seemed my only link to normal human life.

The meals were also surprisingly good. Draco made sure to come round three times a day. Often it was just bread and water but sometimes there would be fruit and meat there as well. Draco never said much when he came in, not after he told me he loved me. Things had been rather awkward since then and there ad been long silences between us where neither of us really knew what to say.

I spent my days thinking. There wasn't anything else to do really. I would think about Harry and the friendship that we had, or used to have anyway. I often wondered whether we would take the next step, but I guess that was impossible now. I thought about Ron and Ginny and how worried they must have been back at Hogwarts. I wondered whether anyone would rescue me. Ron and Ginny could have sent a search party out fro me. Although it was unlikely that I would ever be found. I was locked away in some secret underground hideout. There was no hope for me.

Suicide came into my mind on more than one occasion. Seeing the hopelessness of my situation, I didn't see any point in carrying on. I thought about starving myself but Draco kept a good eye on me. He could see if I was getting angry or depressed. Once when I refused to eat my dinner, he held me down and force-fed it to me. Now it seemed suicide wasn't even an option. Draco wouldn't allow it.

The lack of fresh air in my cell often made me feel quite ill. There was no sunlight, only a small lamp on my bedside table. Draco brought me some medicine, but I refused to take it. The illness got worse.

It began with a few coughing fits. From there I often got light headed and my body felt weak. I tried to get up from the bed once and my legs collapsed underneath me and I fainted. It wasn't the only time I'd faint. Draco couldn't be there to catch me all the time and I often sustained quite a few bruises from falling on the hard floor.

Draco was really quite concerned. I think he thought that I was going to die. I thought that as well. There would be days when I couldn't even get out of bed. My skin had turned a sickly pale yellow.

I remembered getting out of bed one time. I stumbled forward, holding onto the wall for support. I heard someone outside the door. It must have been Draco coming to give me some food. I needed to regain my strength. The door opened but to my surprise it wasn't Draco Malfoy. It was Harry Potter.

He looked different somehow. Same glasses, the same shaggy hair but his eyes were vacant, there were no thoughts running through his head. It was like he didn't have a soul. Harry held a test tube in his hand and was grinning with evil delight.

"Hello, Hermione," he said. "I heard you weren't feeling too good, so I brought you some medicine. I can't have you dying on me now can we? What use would you be then?"

Harry stepped towards me and I tried to back away. I didn't need this right at that moment, I couldn't handle it.

"No, Harry, please, no," was all I able to get out before my legs gave way and I fell forward into Harry's chest. I heard him laugh as I went limp. I was terrified but then everything went away with a blissful darkness as I fainted in his arms and knew no more.