Wow, it's been almost a month and a half since I've updated. That's a very long time. I had no inspiration at all then it suddenly hit me in the oddest place. My friend's dad just recently had a cardiac arrest and was in the hospital so I was there with her when suddenly I knew exactly what to write. I find it slightly disturbing.

Anyways, this chapter was originally way longer but then I decided to split it in two because I don't like reading outrageously long chapters. I will definitely post the next chapter by Wednesday. I promise. As always, please read and review at the end:)

Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters. They are all owned by J. K. Rowling but I do own those characters that you do not recognize.

Recap:

"Take this mudblood up to the main library. Conjure a bed for her to sleep in. She will be staying there." He looked down at Hermione's body and said, "Lock all the windows and doors and make sure that she has no way of getting out."

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"You definitely have to come for lunch now!" She watched Andromeda with hawk-like eyes and when Andromeda smiled slightly, she said, "Great! Tomorrow then, 12 sharp."

Hermione was placed in a rather tall room after Lucius had given her to the house elf. The room itself was actually very small.

She woke up on a bed to the right of the door with a desk right behind it. A mahogany chair was placed in front of it and a large lamp was on the table. There was another door in the room that led to a bathroom that was normal sized.

Across from the bed was an armoire which, from the outside looked small but in reality, was filled with thousands of dresses and robes that were provided for Hermione's use. Next to the armoire was a window about four feet tall and four feet wide made of the most solid and clear glass that Hermione had ever seen in her life. Just to test it out, she had thrown a book at it. The book had bounced off. The window gave a clear view of the magnificent gardens of whatever place she was in. The room must have been at least three stories high and had windows the size of the first one going up the whole thing. There were no curtains.

What really stunned Hermione was the fourth wall. On this particular wall was a bookshelf. It stretched from one end of the room to the other, which was not very wide but it also stretched from the floor all the way to the ceiling. From what Hermione could tell, every single inch of every single one of the shelves was covered with books. There was not even one vacant space.

The problem with it was that there was no ladder to reach the books that were on the higher shelves. She supposed that this was because whoever used this library levitated the book off the shelf with their wand but she had no wand.

When she first saw the shelf, she had to sit down on her bed for a while to comprehend what was in front of her. She hadn't seen this many books in one place since Hogwarts and if she wasn't mistaken, she hadn't heard of many of these books before either.

Naturally, she had taken the first book she could get her hands on and started reading.

This particular day found Hermione standing on a shelf in the middle of the massive bookcase with a dusty yellow book in her hand. She would have gone to the top but her fear of heights was a rather nasty handicap and she did not feel like dealing with it at the moment.

She looked at the book one last time making sure that she knew exactly what she was doing. Once she was sure of it, she very carefully closed the book and slid it on top of another book as there was no more room for another book in the shelf she was standing on.

Making sure not to look down, she readied herself for what she was about to do. The book that she was reading was a pretty advanced book on wandless magic. Hermione had done a little reading on wandless magic before but it wasn't anything too serious. She always had her wand with her. The book said that wandless magic was triggered by emotion. Any kind of emotion was fine as long as it was strong. She had strong emotion, the need for freedom from this accursed place.

The chapter she had read before climbing the book case had been about preventing damage to oneself when falling. It looked simple enough. The person doing the magic should be falling and right before hitting the ground should say the spell. Hermione had practiced the spell at least a dozen times before finally convincing herself to come up to where she was. Besides if it didn't work, she would be dead and she wouldn't have to live in captivity anymore. That was a pleasant thought.

Any sane person could see that she was bored out of her mind.

Hermione squeezed her eyes shut and muttered, "It's now or never." Taking a deep breath, she counted, "One…two…three!"

She snapped her eyes open and leaped off the bookcase screaming as she fell. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest as the ground came closer. Just as she was about to say the spell, someone stepped underneath her. She promptly forgot about what she was supposed to be doing and still scraming, crashed down on top of the person.

Her heart stopped at the moment and she looked around. She was alright. Not dead. But then she heard a groan coming from under her. She looked down and saw someone under her sporting a lovely bloody nose.

She scrambled off of him and said, "Who are you and just what do you think you are doing in here?"

He looked at her with amazement and asked, "What do I think I'm doing? What do you think you're doing jumping off of a bookshelf?"

Hermione sniffed at him and said, "That would be none of your concern." She frowned suddenly and peered at him. Her eyes widened as she asked, "Charles?"

He pulled out his wand and stopping the flow of blood form his nose said, "What? Forgot how my voice sounds already? Here I was thinking that you would never forget me."

Hermione stared at him with an odd expression on her face. "Narcissa told me quite a few times how much you looked like Draco but I never thought that you and he could look so much alike."

"You're very articulate aren't you," he sneered looking at her pompously. That was when comprehension dawned on his face. "Wait…you can see me?" He gaped at her, wide-eyed.

"Who's the articulate one now?" she muttered eying his shockingly black hair. "What do you want Charles?"

He tilted his head and looked at her with a smirk on his face. "You can see me now."

"Yes, I believe we cleared that fact already," she replied crossing her arms.

Charles walked up to her and looked down at her with a feral grin on his face. "I think we can have a lot more fun now."

Hermione raised an eyebrow and said, "I'm not doing anything with you." She narrowed her eyes at him and said, "I would really appreciate it if you left Charles."

He laughed at her and snaking an arm around her waist, pulled her closer to him. Ass she struggled to get out of his grip. He pulled her chin towards him and placed a rough kiss on her mouth. Finally after a few seconds he let go of her. Hermione's face was white with anger.

"How dare you," she seethed, pointing a finger at him. "You have some nerve coming in here and kissing me like that. Let me make something clear to you. I hate you."

Charles laughed once more and grabbed a hold of her finger. He pulled her towards him once again and said, "You don't mean that." Much to her dismay, he kissed her again. Giving her a nasty looking smile, he turned to leave the room. Before he got the door he said, "Today, the fun starts!"

"Fun?"

He smirked at her and said, "Yes, the fun. You see, now that you can see me, I know for a fact that you will not be able to resist my charm." He scoffed and said "No one can."

Hermione looked at him incredulously and said, "It amazes me how full of yourself you are."

He smiled and said, "Don't worry your pretty little head off thinking about it. I guarantee you that you'll never be able to figure it out."

"What?" Hermione brushed her frizzy hair out of her face and gave him a very confused look. Charles merely waggled his eyebrows suggestively at her and quickly left the room so that she had no time to try and escape.

She stared at the door for about five minutes trying to figure out what had just happened. Charles Duprés was very good looking, she had concluded though not as good looking as Draco of course. He had kissed her as well. Twice. Draco had kissed her too…well she wasn't too sure what to make of that. She was still debating on whether it had been a cleverly crafted dream that her mind had made for her or whether it was real. Whatever it was, she enjoyed it.

And while she did not like Charles in the least, his kisses made her feel tingly inside. There wasn't anything really special about them but she got a thrill from them. It was probably due to the fact that she was a very deprived girl.

She was still not completely sure why come here in the first place. He obviously did not know until just now that she could still see. Perhaps he came to check up on her on Lucius's orders.

Hermione shook her head and decided to try her jump again. Hopefully she would not be interrupted this time. Just for safekeeping though, she took the multitude of pillows that were on her bed and placed them on the ground. While she knew that they would not help at all, she felt slightly reassured.

She took her time climbing up the shelf, making a mental note of all the books she planned to read as she went up. When she finally reached the shelf with her book on it, she took a deep breath and very carefully turned around so that her back was to the shelf. Repeating the incantation in her mind, she began counting.

"One…two…three!"

Hermione jumped off the shelf with a strangled cry. This time instead of opening her eyes and waiting for the right moment to say the spell, she squeezed her eyes shut and repeated the incantation over and over in her mind. She only hoped that the spell would still work this way.

About ten seconds passed before she realized that she hadn't hit the ground yet. She opened her eyes in delight, thinking that the spell had worked. Much to her dismay, it hadn't. When she opened her eyes, she saw a house elf almost in tears with a trembling finger pointed at her.

"Miss!" It screeched. "What is you doing?" The elf looked at her with round, tear filled eyes.

Hermione's heart immediately dropped as she saw how much pain she was causing the elf. "I wasn't doing anything. Just a bit of magic, that's all."

"But miss was going to die!" wailed the elf, abruptly dropping Hermione to the ground. She landed with a thump on the pillows and watched ruefully as the elf burst into tears.

Hermione got up and soothingly rubbed the creature's back saying, "But I am not dead now. Thank you." The house elf continued crying. "Now what did you come in here for?"

The creature looked tearfully at her and snapped its fingers. "Food for miss!"

Immediately, Hermione found herself strapped to her desk with a plate of delicious looking food in front of her. As much as she was thankful for the food, she still did not know why Lucius had all the house elves strap her to her seat. It wasn't as though she was going to waste any of the food or throw it out a window.

She looked down at the food with a sigh and said, "Thank you."

The elf beamed at her and said, "I is saying to you, no more jumping off master's shelves. It be dangerous!"

"Hit yourself with a stick," muttered Hermione thinking of how nice it would be to whack Lucius Malfoy with a stick. The house elf on the other hand, thinking that Hermione was talking to him, conjured a stick and started whacking its head with it.

Hermione's eyes grew wide and she cried, "Stop! I wasn't talking about you!"

The house elf continued whacking itself and said, "But miss said-"

"No! Please do not hit yourself." Hermione bit her lip anxiously as she waited for the creature to stop. Once it did, she said, "That's better."

The elf bowed to her and said, "Master says that only when you is done with all the food, the bindings is gone."

Hermione nodded and the house elf disappeared with a crack. She sighed and slumped back in her chair, staring at her food with dislike. For one thing, she was not at all hungry and there was quite a bit of food on the plate. Lucius insisted that she was kept well fed even though she was a prisoner and a mudblood. She didn't see the point. Secondly, that was the second time her plan to try the wandless spell had been foiled. Perhaps it was a warning that something bad was going to happen or even it was just a way of telling her that she was never going to be able to perform the spell.

No, think positive thoughts. Hermione remembered reading somewhere that people who thought positive thoughts were less likely to die. Keeping that in mind, she somehow managed to stuff every inch of the food on her plate into her mouth. As soon as she finished, the bindings came off her chair and she was able to get up again.

She decided to wait for a little while for she was sure that she would throw up if she tried jumping off the shelf so soon after eating. So to pass the time, she decided to do some more reading on whatever book struck her fancy.

Draco tuned his mother and aunt out as the two of them continued screaming at each other.

"You what?" Narcissa screeched, her blue eyes wide with anger.

Andromeda looked calmly at her younger sister and said, "I agreed to have lunch with Renée."

"I heard what you said," the blond woman hissed. She rubbed her forehead nervously and asked, "Why on earth would you do that?

"Well, they are the only link we have to Miss Granger's disappearance, aren't they?"

"Yes, but you are forgetting one important fact, dear sister," hissed Narcissa. "Ruin knows what we look like. How do you plan on going there without him seeing you?"

"For some odd reason, you and the rest of your family seem to assume that I am an idiot," sighed Andromeda, shaking her head. "Perhaps you've heard of something called glamour?"

"I'm not dumb Andy," she snapped.

Draco rolled his eyes and took a look at the clock in the room. They still had an hour before he and his aunt were supposed to go to lunch. He didn't know why he had to go with her. He just wished that he could find Hermione and have this whole ordeal be over. He also wished that his aunt and mother would kill each other so he wouldn't have to hear their constant arguing but he never got anything he asked for. He didn't realize why it was such a big deal to his mother that they went and had lunch. What was she doing to help find Hermione? Did she have any visions that she could help them with? No. All she was doing was carting back and forth between here and England trying to safe guard all the Malfoy money and estates. Draco was pretty sure that the only reason his mother and aunt were fighting was because his mother was jealous that she could not come with them.

He heard her say, "Then what are you going to do when you get inside their house?" Narcissa's mouth contorted into an ugly sneer as she asked, "Are you going to ask her if she has a mudblood prisoner in her house? Because that would be unseemly and rude."

Andromeda rolled her eyes and replied, "What would you like me to do? Act like you?" Andromeda looked coldly at the younger witch and said, "Would you like me to sit quietly like the obedient pureblood wife that you once were and sip tea with my pinky sticking out?"

Narcissa gaped at her sister and said, "I do not sip tea like that."

"Yes you do, mother," commented Draco from next to her.

"Children are to be seen and not heard," she snapped. She turned her blue gaze upon Andromeda and said, "What are you going to do?"

"Unlike you, I believe that much can be gained by simply talking, asking questions, and listening." Andromeda leaned back leisurely on the chair she was sitting on and said, "Perhaps I can rope another visit out of the woman. I am never rude."

Narcissa scowled at her sister and said, "That still leaves the question of Draco. Are you going to put him in a glamour as well?"

"Naturally," replied Andromeda, her dark eyes shining. "Charles has already seen the boy therefore we have no other choice than to disguise him."

"I suppose you're right." Narcissa frowned and taking a quick glance at Draco asked, "Why is Draco going anyways?"

"I happened to mention that I was on vacation here with him and she asked me to bring him along."

"In case neither of you noticed, I am still in the room," Draco muttered. "No need to talk to me in the third person."

"But what if it happens?" asked Narcissa completely ignoring him.

Andromeda looked at her sister oddly until recognition dawned on her face. "If we're not back by midnight tonight then you will know that something is wrong."

"Midnight?" she snapped. "Are you planning on staying for dinner as well?"

Draco groaned as his mother and aunt began arguing once more. With a defeated sigh, he left he room and went outside to the balcony. This was wonderful. Both of them knew that something was going to happen and they were ignoring him completely. He then remembered that his mother had gotten a vision a while back when everything was still normal. Then there was that talk about Lucius.

Draco scowled as he realized that he would need to be on the constant lookout. If this had anything to do with his father then someone, most likely he, would get hurt in the end.

He desperately hoped that he would get some answers today. If he didn't, well, he didn't know what he would do. One thing was for sure, it was going to be a long day today.

About an hour had passed since Hermione had been given her lunch. It was exactly 12 o'clock. For one thing, she hated having lunch so early because it left her feeling rather odd for the rest of the day. Her dinner pattern got messed up and she found herself hungry far before the normal time that she was accustomed to having dinner. But by this time, all her food was long gone and she was ready to take a final try at jumping off the bookshelf and landing safely. Hopefully there were no interruptions this time. And if there were, she would just have to find something else to do.

She put her current book down on the table behind her bed and going to the book shelf, began her climb to the middle. The dusty yellow book that contained the spell remained untouched where she put it. If it did work this time, she decided that she would read more about wandless magic so she slowly tossed the book onto her bed from the shelf.

Silently hoping that the spell would work this time, she wished desperately that no one would disturb her while she jumped.

Taking a deep breath, she began counting. "One…two…th-" She never finished three for she felt something on her arm. Looking over, she saw a black spider slowly making its way up her arm. Letting out a scream, she attempted to brush the spider off only to lose her balance and fall off the bookshelf. Still screaming, she only saw the ground approaching at the last second. The spell rushed through her head and immediately, she felt something tug her body to a standstill.

The spell had worked. Breathing heavily, she saw that there was barely even five inches between her body and the ground. She looked at her arm fearfully and much to her relief, there was no spider. Hermione looked around, a feeling of accomplishment in her eyes.

She looked up though when a clapping noise echoed through her room. Lucius Malfoy was standing in front of her, clapping, with a sneer on his face. His eyes held a horrifyingly gleeful expression though.

"Very impressive," he drawled, his grey eyes piercing her. He stepped fully into the room and said, "That was a very advanced piece of magic that you performed."

"I happen to be very skilled at magic unlike others," she replied a tad bit arrogantly, not taking her gaze off him. She muttered "Finite" letting out a slight gasp as her body hit the floor.

"Which is precisely why I placed you in here."

"So that I could learn more magic?" she asked dubiously.

"That and for other reasons," he replied, a gleam in his eyes. "I had expected you to accomplish something rather small, nothing of this magnitude."

"I do whatever I find interesting," she spat, her brown eyes flashing at the man.

"And I compliment you for that despite your unfortunate blood. I guarantee you, Miss Granger that you will find many more interesting things here." He stared at her and said, "Many of these books are one of a kind."

"I am aware of that," she replied coolly. She pushed herself up and staring him straight in the eye asked, "What do you want?"

"Well, I've had a few complaints about you today." He grabbed his silver cane which was leaned against the wall and said. "One from Charles and one from a house elf. Both of them told me that you were trying to kill yourself by jumping off a book case. The elf was inconsolable and I had to punish it for all the noise it made."

Hermione scowled at him and said, "Clearly they were wrong."

"Yes, clearly they were." Lucius wiped an imaginary piece of dust off his shoulder and said, "Anyways, the reason I am here right now is to tell you that we have guests here at this very moment."

Hermione raised an eyebrow and asked, "Are we meeting them?"

"Of course not, silly girl. These guests are British and I'm dead and we've kidnapped you." Hermione rolled her eyes as Lucius continued, "Back to the matter at hand. It would be advisable that you do not do anything that even suggests that the Duprés are keeping a kidnapped auror in their abode. Do I make myself clear?"

Hermione scowled at him and said, "I suppose I'll have to find something slightly less dangerous than jumping off bookshelves then."

Lucius gave her a piercing gaze and said coldly, "Try to make as little noise as possible."

"You are a wizard, place a silencing charm," she replied simply turning away form him. She walked over to her desk and sitting down at the chair, began reading the wandless magic book.

"Wonderful idea, Ms. Granger." He sneered at her and pointing his wand at her, muttered, "Silencio." Giving her an eerie smile, he exited the room.

About ten minutes passed before Hermione let out a frustrated scream. She was not surprised to find that she couldn't hear anything. She glared at the door and just to spite him, threw the lamp on her desk at it. She expected the lamp to shatter, which it did, but she didn't' expect the window next to her armoire to shatter. She heard it and she felt it. Hermione turned around and stared at the long pieces of broken glass in front of her in awe. It looked to be almost six inches thick. No wonder she wasn't able to make even a dent in it.

She didn't know how it broke though. Perhaps it was accidental magic? No, she had control over all of her magic. Besides, her magic wasn't strong enough to accidentally shatter a six inch thick window…but maybe it was.

Hermione carefully made her way towards the broken window and stared outside. As soon as she looked out, she immediately pulled her head back in. It was a long drop down. Much longer than the drop from the book shelf. She could escape from this house though. She would have no where to go, but she could escape. It would all have to be planned carefully. For all she knew, there were probably wards, big ones, surrounding every inch of this place and if she triggered even one of them, she would be right back where she started and that would not be good.

And then she remembered something Lucius had said. She was at the Duprés abode, as he had put it. And Draco was a sharp man. She knew that he would find it rather suspicious if Charles left soon after she disappeared. He would come here to look for her. If he came here and she was gone, that would be bad.

Her mind immediately shifted into high gear as she looked out of the window. There was absolutely no way she would be able to escape this place. Even if she managed to escape this room, the wards would probably react violently to her presence and that was something that she wanted to avoid at all costs.

No, if she could get to the guests that would be good. They were British after all. They would have to be purebloods and acceptable to the Duprés family for after all, if this was their house, they were rather classy people. Any purebloods would know Draco Malfoy and his mother. They could send a message to him!

She frowned as she saw that sending a message verbally would be a problem. Damn Lucius and his silencing spell. Scowling, she went back to the desk and rummaged through the drawers for paper and a quill. Much to her luck, there was a rather worn out quill in the botton drawer along with a sheet of parchment. She smiled

Now to figure out how to get to them.

Hermione carefully leaned over the edge of the broken window and looked down. It was a long drop but, she really needed this. It appeared that there was some sort of patio. Where there was a patio, there was a door. Hermione smiled grimly and looking around took a deep breath. Standing at the edge of the window, she jumped.