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A/N: A new chapter... hey for all of you who are wating for my next chapter try reading some of my songfics.

Draco slowly got up and began to walk through the darkness. His hands stretched out in front of him to guide him, as he didn't want to run into anything. Soon he felt cool metal touch his finger tips. His fingers curled around the metal bars and his palm lightly rested against the steel.

"Hermione?" he whispered softly.

At first there was no sound and he wasn't sure if he had been loud enough. His whisper had been so soft he had barely heard it himself.

"Draco is that you?" Hermione replied.

Her voice was full of fear; as though she was afraid it wasn't him. He couldn't blame her for being scared. She had been through a lot tonight. It was a rough night.

"Yes it is me. Do you have your wand?" he asked hopefully.

His hope was probably in vain though. They had taken his wand, so why wouldn't they take hers? Would they possibly be dumb enough to leave her wand in her possession?

"Ummm… hold on let me see"

He heard a rustling sound as she dug around in her robe pockets. He waited impatiently. Just hoping; just praying that she would have her wand.

"Nope"

"Oh," he said disappointed.

He knew that she wouldn't have her wand, but there was a small hope inside of him. Deep down inside there was a small shred of hope that she would have her wand with her. Yet sadly Voldermort wasn't that stupid. Nor were his death eaters for that fact.

"Do you have your wand?" Hermione asked.

"No I don't," He replied shaking his head.

Draco sat there in his own little world. Trying to think of a way to get out. That was until he heard something coming from Hermione's direction.

Sobbing.

Hermione was sobbing and was trying to muffle her sobs, but he still heard them.

"Hermione? What's wrong?" he asked concerned.

"I… I… we… well… it is just… just… a… all my fault," she stuttered.

Her sobs increased more and more. What was all of her fault? She couldn't have tried to stop the death eaters anymore than him. They had both been under the binding spell. So what was her problem?

"What is all your fault?"

"I picked… u…up the portkey. I shouldn't have done that. I was just curious and I should have not picked it up"

Draco mentally sighed. It was not her fault and she probably knew it. Then again he couldn't blame her. Every time her life took a turn for the better she found herself right back where she started. For every step she took forward. She took two backwards. Would this journey to healing ever end? Would she be lost in depression forever?

"What was the portkey exactly," he asked.

He didn't know why he wanted to know or why he even cared. I mean who cares about the object that brings them to Voldermort's hideout? All one really cares about when they get to his hideout is how to get out.

"It was a bracelet; just a simple silver bracelet. I don't know what happened to it though. I must have lost it sometime after the binding curse was placed on me," she explained.

"Okay," he yawned.

Eventually he lay down and waited for sleep to overcome him. He tossed and turned trying to get comfortable on the cold concrete floor. Eventually he fell into a deep sleep where dreams filled his mind. He did not know what tomorrow would bring, nor if he would live to see the daylight again.

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Voldermort's face glowed in the dim candle light; as he watched his death eaters approach him through his lava-colored eyes. Their robes flowed as they walked up to him. Each stopping in front of him and bending down. They each kissed the hem of his robes and then backed away making a circle formation around his throne. He just hoped that the female death eaters hadn't left lipstick marks on the hem of his robes. Oh well there were more important situations to deal with right now.

"As you all probably know we have successfully captured the mud blood and the traitor. They are now captive in the dungeons. No one is to go down there without my permission," The dark lord growled.

"My lord," one of his follows bowed down, "What do you plan to do with the captives?"

Voldermort smirked. Wouldn't they like to know? Should he let them in on his little plan? Nah… he liked to surprise his followers once in awhile. Not let them know of his plans until his plans were to go into action. It was a whole lot safer and less likely that the ministry would discover his plans. He knew he had a spy or two among his followers. Oh how he wished he could find that scoundrel. Once he did they would pay.

"I will tell all of you when the time comes. I will tell you this right now though…"

His smirk grew as he saw all of his followers lean in a little closer. All eager to hear what he would tell them about his plans.

"My plans will go into action very soon. Now be gone! All of you!" he dismissed them.

They quickly rushed out. Chatting excitedly about what his plans could possibly be.

'They will find out soon. Very, very soon,' he thought as he drummed his long fingernails against the arm of his throne.

Not many people noticed his fingernails. They were too busy shaking in fear as they stared into his garnet snake eyes. It added to their fear though for those who did notice. Making them shake even more and the lump in their throat grow bigger. The long fingernails, which he always painted black, added to his evil look.

Slowly he rose from his throne. His snake eyes shifted from side to side. Making sure no one was watching, as he rushed off into the shadows.