A/N: Happy Friday! At least it is where I'm from. So, I would like to say this will be a high T rating for violence (not really this chapter but future chapters). Anyway, let me know what you think! ~DL14
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any recognizable characters in this story.

I laid very still on the ground, pretending to be asleep, when I heard someone walking closer to me. I was finally going to see a person and remember it. I opened my eyes slightly and saw a hint of blonde hair again, but they had their face covered. I watched as they pulled something out of their pocket and threw it over to me. I looked down at it and saw it was food, sure they fed me sometimes, but what they gave me, made Hagrid's rock cakes look amazing. I grabbed at it quickly and ate it quickly but slow enough to actually taste it. There have been times where they would spell the food to the other side of the hall so that I could see the food, but I could not reach it. I looked up again to thank them, but they had already left.

This happened a couple more times, until they came with some small new clothes when they would bring food. Mostly just new undergarments, which I was thankful for. Going without bathing in a couple weeks sure puts a damper on your self-confidence but nothing beats a clean pair of underwear. I would love to know who it was helping me, to know what day it was, to know if anyone was looking. I berated myself, of course people were looking. I had family who would miss me but being here was starting to take a toll. I sighed and went into a far corner and sat. I thought about said family as I fell asleep.

I woke up as the cell door flew open and saw three men standing there. The brief thought of that this was the first time that they haven't knocked me out first quickly flew across my mind. It didn't linger long because I finally snapped back to the present and I was afraid. The tallest of the three came and roughly grabbed me off the floor. He threw me to the other two who both grabbed onto an arm. I tried to get out of their hold, but I was weak from little food and movement. They dragged me to the door and out into the hallway. I couldn't really see that well due to the pounding in my head and my eyes weren't adjusted to the bright light at the moment, but I could see the stairs at the end of the hallway. We went straight to them and they didn't even allow me to step on them, they just drug me all the way to the top. I knew I would have bruises on my shins and knees.

I looked around while still being dragged around like a rag doll, and noticed everything was black, sliver, and grey. It all looked familiar, but I couldn't place it. I wondered just how many times I had seen this over the weeks and have been made to forget. They led me through a door at the end of the hallway, and as soon as we stepped in realization hit me. I was in the drawing room of Malfoy Manor. It was the last place I wanted to be.

I looked around to see who all was here. It was all the Death Eaters that had escaped and were in hiding. Well, now I know where they are and once, if, I ever get out of here I am telling every Auror I see, where they are. I wondered about the difference in how they were acting, and my fear greatly increased. Either they were going to finally kill me, or they were going to do more drastic measures of getting whatever they wanted. The main person that stood out was Lucius Malfoy. Of course.

"Well, Mud-blood, how have you liked your stay?" He asked with a smile.

"Oh, it has been amazing. Glad you're so worried about my weight that you barely send anything down. At least while I'm here I don't have to worry about getting fat. We also can't forget about the helping of my mental state. Not being able to remember anything is a blessing isn't?" I said sarcastically. I may be captured and terrified, but I am not begging to be set free and I am not going to act like some scared little girl. I am not going to let them see me weak.

His smile fell off his face and he walked straight up to me and smacked me across the face so hard that I felt a trickle of blood go down the side of my face.

That's going to bruise I thought. I really need to get out of here, this is messing with my head more than I thought. The pounding that was in my head was now joined with a ringing noise.

"Well, doesn't the little Mud-blood think she's funny. For that you'll be punished, mocking one of the Dark Lord's inner members. Crucio!" He yelled and as soon as he said it I felt the pain flare in my body. It was everywhere. My head felt like it was going to explode, and I couldn't do anything except scream and wither on the ground. He let up on the cruse after about three minutes. So, that's one of the things they do. Guess he wanted information instead of driving me to insanity, but after so long of being here, why do they think I will tell them anything?

"Now, you are going to tell me how to kill Potter and to take over Hogwarts." He said, bending over in my face.

First thought that went through my head was that's it? I have been here being starved and cursed for something that many people have tried and failed at? Messing with my memory just to forget that? Well, messing with my memory could be due to wanting me to forget who all was here. Second thought was don't laugh, don't laugh. It sounded so much like how a muggle movie would make the bad guy ask the supporting character on how to kill the main guy. For someone who hates muggles so much he sure talks like one.

"I will never tell you anything." I spat with a glare. That was good, better than laughing in my captives' face. He growled and grabbed my arm and threw me across the room.

"Keep going Mud-blood and they won't even be able to recognize you if I ever let you go. I may let the others play with you for a bit. But for now, you're mine." He said the last part slowly and low enough that I only I could hear, even through the silence in the room.

I glared up at him and said, "I'd like to see you try." Then I see his foot coming at me and feel it hitting my head. Then everything goes black.

*Draco POV*

Ever since I learned my father and the other Death Eaters, that I do not know, had brought Granger to the Manor I couldn't help but be shocked. The war was over. Everyone was over the whole blood thing. I thought my father was, but I guess everything is just a show for him. I felt terrible for her. I have liked Granger since I first met her. She was my first ever friend. I've known her for a while, she just didn't remember me. We met when we were just six years old at a playground in muggle London. My mother wanted to get away from everything, so she grabbed me, and we just went.

I went straight to the swings and sat on one watching the little girl beside pumping her legs back and forth going higher and higher. I copied her movements and soon enough I was going faster than I thought was possible without a broom. It sort of reminded me of riding a broom but you didn't go any farther you just stayed in one place going faster and higher.

She started to slow down just by letting her legs stay out in front of her but once she slowed a little bit she let her feet rake the ground to slow. Again, I copied, and we were both stopped. She turned to me and she smiled.

"I'm Hermione and I'm six." She said holding up six fingers.

"I'm Draco and I'm six too!" I said and smiled.

"I like you, you're the only one that actually has talked to me. Most people don't like me." She said while looking down.

"Well, I can be your friend," I said, and she looked with a smile.

"I'd like that." She said and hugged me. I wasn't really used to hugs from anyone besides my mother, and it felt a little strange, but I hugged her back.

"Hermione, it's time to go darling!" A woman in the distance called and Hermione looked a lot like her.

"I've got to go. See you later Draco!" She said and took off towards the woman.

As soon as I seen her at Hogwarts I was shocked. I was going to talk to her but Crabbe and Goyle never left my side and I had to play my part, as my father would call it, "my duty to the world to show that Purebloods are better than everyone, remember that Draco."

Yeah right.

I knew I would help her this time. I wanted to help last time and I could have, but I feared my aunt. How sad, fearing your own family? If they were as crazy as mine everyone would fear their own family I suppose though.

I started out with small things, like small packages of food. She could never see it was me. If she did see it was me she would have said something or thought I had done something to the food. Then I went into my mother's room while everyone was away and took some undergarments. I hid them in my room since no one came in there any way. I took a new piece almost every day with some food. I couldn't go every day, or it would look suspicious.

I wish I could take her and leave right now. To help her escape tonight. But to be in the dungeon is a place that takes time and effort to think of a plan to get the brightest witch of our age out if she hasn't even thought of anything yet.

The first step though is to find her wand and get it to her.