*~*~*~*Heya! I'm suffering from a massive writer's block so please bare with me. =3 Oh yah! Thank you so much BlackWidow12 for telling me about underlining the WHOLE chapter. XP I fixed it though! Alright, enough with this speak! On with Chapter 3! Meh. *~*~*~*

She spun around and seemed startled at first. Then she looked at him. Her eyes traveled up his body and stopped at his eyes.

He looked into her now Hazel ones, searching for something. Though he wasn't sure what.

Hermione and Draco stared at each other for what seemed like minutes. However, only seconds later, Draco looked away.

"Move out of my way Granger."

He gave her his perfected cold stare but she just stood there.

"I have a first name. It's Hermione and I would appreciate it if you called me by it Malfoy."

He smirked at her. He wasn't about to take orders from a…Gryffindor.

He grabbed her shoulders and easily moved her out into the aisle. She was about to start yelling at him but he slammed the door in her face.

He heard her retreat down to another compartment. No doubt to join up with the other two thirds of the Golden Trio. He sat down and put his head in his hands.

Why didn't he want to call her a Mud-Blood? That's what she was. She had Dirty blood, she was Muggle born. She encompassed everything that he was raised to hate. Didn't she?

His mind drifted back to an event not too long ago. He was in his room listening to his favorite band, Blackest, when he heard the screams. They were quiet at first. No more than a strange mumble reverberating against the stone walls. Then they grew. To a frantic pitch. Blood Curdling, Horror filled, screams. He threw his headphones down and undid the spelled lock on his door. Running down stairs he heard the screams grow louder.

"Oh please! Please No, I'll tell you anything. I'll Do Anything! Just, Please…Don't hurt her!"

A man was pleading. The anguish that Draco heard in his voice made his blood run cold. Then he heard something else that made his heart stop. His father's voice. He sounded…amused. He was enjoying listening to this mans anguished pleas.

Draco continued a brisk walk down the hall. He didn't want to run for fear of alerting his father of his approach. He reached the dungeon and carefully placed a quick muffling charm on his shoes. Draco descended to stares.

The stench of blood, sweat, and undiluted Fear hit him like a wall of granite. He continued slowly, keeping a hand over his mouth. Then he saw it.

His father was standing over a woman. Her once strawberry blonde hair was caked in blood. She had deep cuts all over her body and her left arm was Clearly broken. A man was chained to the wall. He had light brown hair and his eyes were a nondescript shade of blue. He had been the one screaming. He wasn't too hurt, just a few bruises and scrapes here and there.

"Please…" He whispered. "Please, stop."

Lucius let out a sick laugh, his face wrought with twisted glee.

"You really think I'm going to let you leave here alive don't you? Pity."

He was speaking to the woman. Completely ignoring the frantic please of the man. She lifted her head and shocking green eyes bored into Lucius' liquid silver ones with such hate and malice it almost knocked Draco off his feet. Lucius lost all of his amusement.

"You Dare look me in the face?! You have know right you filthy Mud-Blood."

She smiled. It was a smile of triumph. She stood, not even wavering on her feet. Even in her dilapidated state she looked magnificent. She had an aura of one who could withstand the most horrible torture. Her voice was deep and powerful.

"No Lucius. It is You who has no right to look upon Me."

She was taller than Lucius. A good 6 inches taller to be exact. She was looking down on him with…with…Pity?

She began to laugh once more. This infuriated Lucius. How dare she think him below her. A woman, A Mud-Blood!

"You will pay for that. Crucio!"

She stop laughing and twitched. He looked as if he was about to explode he was so red in the face. She stood, and then, miraculously, she began laughing again. In fact, Draco couldn't even tell that she was under the Cruciatus except for the fact that his father still had his wand bent towards her.

"Aaahhhrrrrggghhh!!! Die MUD-BLOOD! AVADAKADAVRA!!!

A jet of green light shot from his wand. She fell to the floor and lay still. Even in death, she seemed above Lucius. He seemed to notice this and walked over to her.

"You may have been brave in life. But what has Bravery gotten you? Where has it gotten you? No Where!"

He kicked her in the ribs. Draco heard a sickening crack. Lucius lifted his foot again but Draco just couldn't take it anymore. He burst through the doors, not caring what his father thought.

"That's enough! She's dead! You don't need to keep at it Father! Just stop!"

Draco was breathing heavily, as was Lucius. A look of pure fury ebbed into his eyes.

"Draco. How long have you been standing there? WHAT DID YOU SEE?!"

Lucius grabbed Draco by the collar and yanked him forward to stand in front of him. He poised his wand and Draco could tell that the Cruciatus was only moments from his lips.

"I only saw you kill her! That's it! I've only been standing there for a minute or so."

Apparently his father was convinced. He let him go.

"Very well boy, Next time you here Anything from this dungeon, you ignore it unless I myself summon you here. Do you understand?"

Draco nodded minutely.

"Yes father."

With that, Lucius disappeared from the dungeon, leaving Draco alone with the battered corpse of the woman and the nearly unconscious man. The man whispered almost too weak to say anything.

"Please, Bring Genevieve to me."

Draco nodded and mumbled the spell.

He moved her to the side of the man and walked towards them both. He unchained the man.

"Thank you, my name is Eli." He said in a strained voice. "Here, I want you to have this. I… Will join my beloved soon," He stroked her cheek tenderly. " I have no more need of this. Please, it is of too much value to be sold or just discarded. Use it well Master Draco."

He produced a small paper package and muttered a spell that Draco could not understand. The package grew and unwrapped itself. Draco gasped.

It was a black cloak, but it shimmered silver and green in the moonlight shining from the skylight. It, was an invisibility cloak.

"Eli…Do you understand what you have given me? I am- " But he stopped. Eli had ceased breathing. Draco looked for a cause of death. He found it. A small vile lay net to him and on a shelf only a few centimeters above his reach, lay a full vile. The antidote to the poison that Eli had been forced to drink by his father.

Draco heard someone descending the stairs. He quickly shrunk the cloak and took one last glance at Eli and Genevieve.

It was a house elf. Probably sent to clean up the mess after his father had had his "Fun"

Draco left the dungeon but while locked in his room once more, the music of Blackest blaring in his ear again, he couldn't help but picture the couple he had left lying in the dank dungeon.

They had died, together. They're fingers intertwined until they're last breath.

*..::End flashback.::..*

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