Disclaimer: I own it! Well sorry to disappoint you but I own a COPY of the Harry Potter books. I do not actually own the original nor did I write it. So... yeah I don't own it.

Author Note: pInKiSmYpAsSiON IS NOT A LESBIAN SHE ONLY SAYS SHE LOVES ME BECAUSE IT IS AN INSIDE JOKE BETWEEN US.(By the way I am not mad I just used caps so that everyone would see it) WE ARE BOTH STRAIGHT AND WILL REMAIN STRAIGHT.

Chapter 21

Draco heard a rat scurry past him. You would think that Voldermort could at least keep the dungeons clean. I mean if he was going to die of starvation or dehydration he at least wanted to die in a clean place.

Suddenly he felt the presence of another person. He couldn't hear the rat anymore, but he could tell someone was standing right behind him. The hair on the back of his neck rose and he felt chills run down his spine. His heart began to beat harder and harder, as he heard the shuffling sound of footsteps. The person was getting closer and closer.

Draco felt frozen there. Then all of a sudden the mysterious person grabbed him by the neck of his robes and started dragging him out. He heard the cage door being unlocked. Then the creaking of the dungeon door and he quickly closed his eyes together. Blinded by the sudden light. He tried to fight the person with his eyes closed, but was weak because of lack of food. Finally he gave up. He was just wasting what little energy he had on this struggle.

They went through endless hallways. Turning this way and that way. Climbing up staircases and down staircases. How could anyone remember the way? It was like one big maze in a mansion.

Finally after being dragged what seemed like halfway across the world they came to the room where he and Hermione had ended up in the first place. There was Hermione on the floor in front of Voldermort. He felt himself let out a breath he had been holding in. He felt so much relief to see him alive. Yet Hermione did not look happy or relieved to see him. When she saw him the fear in her eyes grew.

Voldermort on the other hand looked very pleased to see him. He had this evil grin across his face that reminded Draco of some evil scientist in a muggle cartoon. The ones that you see in laboratories that start to cackle and go Muhahahaha. Yep his grin matched theirs.

The death eaters faces showed a variety of expressions. Their faces showed impatience, boredom, and excitement. Their hands all gripped their wands and they were in a circle formation.

Draco felt himself flung to the ground right beside Hermione. He saw Wormtail was the death eater that had dragged him here. Yuck! Wormtail had put his filthy rat hands on him. Now he was going to have to burn these robes when he got out of here. If he did get out of here.

He looked up at Hermione and saw her expression of fear still remained. He wanted nothing else than to draw her into his arms. Rest her head on his chest and stroke her hair. Telling her that everything would be okay. Everything would be fine. They would get out of here and never return.

"I will get us out of here", he whispered so only Hermione could here.

He showed her with her eyes that he was determined to get out here. That planned to get out of here safe. Yet he could tell that she didn't think they would get out of here. She thought they would die in here.

"Now Draco I want you to feel a different kind of pain. Not one that comes from a spell. No this is a pain that you have never experienced before," Voldermort explained.

Suddenly Draco felt a large wave of fear overcome him. What could he possibly be talking about?

Then Draco watched in horror as some death eater he did not know began to crucio Hermione. He saw the tears fall down her eyes. He heard her scream out in pain. He watched as she crawled into a ball.

He felt an invisible hand reach inside of him and began ripping his heart out. He felt his heart ripped apart and then stomped into a million pieces. He heard his own screams and felt his own tears. He loved her and he knew it now. He loved a muggleborn with all of his heart. He realized he had all along he just didn't realize it. He didn't know how precious she really was to him until now.

He watched her tortured again and again. He felt so helpless. He couldn't stop it. He couldn't save her.

She watched him get tortured again and again. She felt so helpless she couldn't stop it. She couldn't save him and he couldn't save her. They were being tortured endlessly.

The weird thing was when she saw him being tortured it hurt more than being tortured herself. She knew something now that she had never known before. She loved him. She had loved him for a long time she just didn't know it. Now she wouldn't get to tell him that she loved him. She wouldn't be able to kiss him one more time. She was going to die. He was going to die. They were going to die not knowing of their love for each other.

They were tortured more and more. They tried to look away from each other, yet their eyes were glued. They were under some sort of spell. They were being forced to watch each other being tortured. It was a heart breaking experience. One that they defiantly would never forget. One they would remember till the grave. Whenever that might be.

Then it was over. Just like that it was over. Voldermort commanded the death eaters to stop the little show and all was silent. No more screaming and no more cries of crucio. Not a sound was heard.

Everyone's eyes lay on Voldermort. Waiting to see what would happen. Watching to see what he would do. Listening to hear what he would say.

A long silence occurred before Voldermort said anything.

All he said was...

"Well that was fun, but I believe it is time to go on to the next thing I have planned for tonight."