Disclaimer: I AM SOOOO FLATTERED! You think I am J.K.R? Wow I am just flattered. Well sorry to disappoint you but I am not.

A/N: Hey if you people didn't know Greenandsilver22 is now pInKiSmYpAsSiOn. Yes that is right she changed her username. Also I am writing a new oneshot it is called "When it Rains". No it is not a songfic. It probably won't come out till the end of this week. Right now I am working on a few details on it.

Chapter 19

"Draco why are you screaming?" The small voice asked him again.

It was Hermione.

"I just had a nightmare. A really bad nightmare that's all," Draco explained.

"You want to talk about it?" She replied calmly.

It surprised him how far they had come. From him calling her mud blood to now. Did he love her? Was this love? How was he supposed to know what love was? No one had told him. He had never heard of a book called "When to Know It Is Love 411" or "Love for Dummies". He mentally told himself to pick up a copy if he ever saw either one of those titles.

"Ummm... sure"

"Well what happened?"

He began to explain to her about his dream. No nightmare. He told her every detail. About the clouds, his cloud gazing when he was little, her in her white dress, her turning into Voldermort, and about dying in the black murk. After he finished telling his story he looked down at his hands. His hands that where right in front of his face yet he still could not see them. It was just so dark in there.

He honestly felt embarrassed. He felt stupid about screaming over some stupid nightmare. He felt weak because he still thought it was scary. He shouldn't have told her that it was nightmare. He should have made something up. Like he didn't know why he had been screaming or maybe he forgot where he was. Yes that is what he should have done, but did he? Nope stupid Draco had to do something stupid.

"Wow... I would scream too," Hermione admitted.

Yet this did not make him feel any better, as he was still mentally scolding himself.

He let out a shaky breath. Why did he always feel so confused? About what he should do and what he should think? He didn't know if he loved Hermione or not and he didn't know how the hell they were going to get out of here. He didn't even know why they were here. He just figured out how he got here. Why did life have to be so complicated?

Life was always so complicated.

Draco curled up into a ball. He had never been so bored. 'Or so hungry', he thought hearing his stomach rumble.

Draco's ears perked up at the sound of shuffling feet and a muffled scream.

"Hermione?" He called out hoarsely.

He was surprised at how hoarse he was. I mean he hadn't anything to drink since before the dance. Which was probably almost two days ago. So maybe it wasn't that big of a shock that he was hoarse.

More shuffling feet was heard as well the sound of something dragging on the ground. The dragging sound was going past his steel cage. A deep grunt was heard. That was defiantly not Hermione. That was a guy. What the heck was going on?

A loud creaking noise was heard as the door to the dungeons was opened. Draco's eyes were not adjusted to the light and the force of the light blinded him. Even though the light was coming from just a few torches lining the stone corridors. It seemed so bright for being left in darkness for so long.

Even though he was drowning in the light and was blinded by it he managed to see Hermione being dragged out of the dungeons. That was all he saw though before the door slammed shut and Draco was left in the darkness. There was a clicking sound as the door was shut and he slumped over. He was left alone in this darkness. Left in this cage.

He had seen Hermione being dragged out, but he had missed so much more. He had missed seeing the fear in her eyes and how she was struggling to get out of person's arms. He had missed the man who was dragging her. He missed his face.

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Hermione was being dragged down the dim corridor. Her hands were tied behind her back. They were limply dragging on the ground as she was pulled through the corridor she winced as she felt the skin peeling off. Piece by piece till there was no skin left. The blood flooded out leaving a trail of blood down the hallway. She watched the red line of blood grow and grow as they made their way down the hallway.

For every drop of blood that fell on the ground she felt a fragment of her heart go with it. She felt as though something was tearing her apart on the inside. She felt her stomach do flips as she felt the distinct feeling of fear, nervousness, and loss.

She knew they were going to kill her and she would never see Draco again. The weird thing was she was more concerned about not seeing Draco again than dying. Was this love? Could this be love? Not caring if you died just as long as you got to say goodbye and you knew that they would have happiness in their life.

She would be perfectly fine dying just as long as she knew that he would get over it quickly. Just as long as she knew he would live a long and happy life. Just as long as she knew he would find someone to love. Someone to care for and when he woke up in the morning see the face of his loved one. It didn't matter if it was her.

Well maybe it did.

She wanted him with all of her heart, but what did she want more than to have him? The answer was she wanted him to be happy.

"Well well," she heard an icy cold voice hiss, "It looks like it is time for my plan to go into action".

She felt herself flung forward to the feet of someone with charcoal black robes. Slowly she raised her eyes and met his eyes. His ember eyes. His snake eyes that were made of fire. Voldermort's eyes.