Draco watched her wake, moving towards the bed and sitting down beside her as she opened her eyes. "Hello, sleepyhead." He patted her hand. "You slept for a long time."

"How long?" she croaked, sitting up.

"Three days." He smiled.

She was confused. Why hadn't he killed her? "I don't understand."

"I don't blame you. Oliver Wood has been telling you lies to seduce you to the resistance side. But it doesn't matter anymore. He's been caught and is being brought here by the dementors."

She inhaled sharply. "He's been caught?"

He smiled. "Yes. Tomorrow. Now go back to sleep. We'll talk more later." He gave her a goblet. "Drink." She didn't want to but was forced to. As she dropped off into sleep, she prayed that Oliver would be okay.

Malfoy watched her sleep for a long time. He was very angry, of course. No one chose anyone over a Malfoy. He bared his teeth in a mock smile. Well, from the reports Wood had fought and was very beat up. "We shall see," he said softly, leaving the room, locking the door behind him.

Hermione twisted her hands together nervously. They were about to bring Oliver in. She was standing up in a balcony overlooking the front doors. Malfoy was standing beside her, gripping her waist tightly.

The doors opened and two dementors entered, dragging a body between them.

"Stop," Malfoy commanded. "Show me the prisoner."

They did stop and one dementor grasped the hair of the prisoner and lifted his head.

Hermione gasped. He was a mess. One eye was swollen shut, he had a large purple bruise on his cheek, his lip was split and swollen, his wand wrist was broken, his clothing ripped and torn, and his ankle looked broken. Nevertheless, he held his head up without help and stared at Malfoy rebelliously. "Milord," he said sarcastically.

Malfoy raised his wand but Hermione grabbed his arm.

"No!" she whimpered. "Please don't."

He lowered his wand. "You're lucky she likes you. But she can't save you tomorrow."

Oliver's eye flickered to her quickly and she felt warmth flood through her as he held her gaze with his own. Everything was going to be all right. Then Malfoy waved them away and the connection broke. Darkness settled down on her like a heavy weight. She closed her eyes. "I want to go back to my room now."

He nodded and they started off. When they arrived at her room, he smiled. "I want you to come to the trial."

"No," she replied, horrified. "I will not."

"You will," he snarled and shoved her roughly into her room, slamming the door behind her and locking it.

The trial was held in a giant circular room. She was sitting in the audience that was full of people talking and laughing, a guard on either side of her. Malfoy was sitting on a raised platform at one end of the room along with Crabbe, Goyle, Blaise Zambini, and a few others she didn't recognize.

A side door and everyone fell silent as Oliver was brought in. He was strapped to a chair in front of the platform. His face was pale and drawn, his forehead sweating.

"You are charged with treason and rebellion against the all powerful Voldemort. What do you plead?"

"Guilty," he replied, his voice shaking slightly. "I plead guilty," he added strongly, finding Hermione in the crowd and locking eyes with her.

Malfoy's lip curled into a sneer. "You're not even going to try to change my mind to let you live?"

"No." Oliver's gaze on Hermione never wavered.

"Fine. You are sentenced to die tomorrow at dawn. Take him away!"

As the dementors took him away, he struggled to keep eye contact with Hermione but as the door clanged shut, she only felt dread.

Hermione took a deep breath and walked towards the guard. "I would like to see the prisoner, Oliver Wood."

"I'm sorry Miss, no one is allowed to see the prisoner. Strict orders from the top."

"Let her in," Malfoy said, coming out of the shadows into the flickering torchlight.

Both the guard and Hermione jumped. "Sorry Mr. Malfoy. I didn't see you there, sir," the man stuttered, opening the door quickly. "Sorry sir."

Malfoy flicked his hand and the guard moved quickly to the side.

Hermione entered the cell, moving towards Oliver's inert form. "Oliver?" she asked quietly, touching his shoulder.

He jumped and landed on the ground in a crouch then fell over, clutching his ankle, pain written in deep lines over his face.

"Are you okay?" she exclaimed, dropping to the ground beside him.

He nodded tightly, slipping his uninjured arm around her. She leaned against him to give him some of her warmth.

Malfoy moved towards the bars, his eyes narrowed in rage. He gripped the bars tightly.

Oliver rubbed his hand up and down her back reassuringly. "It'll be okay, I promise."

She couldn't help it and burst into tears. "They're going to kill you tomorrow," she hiccupped.

He kissed her on the forehead, smoothing her hair back. "Malfoy," he called. "Fix me. At least let me hold her with uninjured arms and die like a man."

Malfoy's lip curled. "Why should I?" he asked as Hermione raised her tear-stained face.

"I promise to be your willing slave after he is gone," she said tightly, biting her lip and wiping her tears away. "I will not run away and I will do whatever you want me to do. Just please do this one thing for me… please…"

A slow smile grew on his face and he nodded. "Fine. Get back then." She moved away and he raised his wand. Muttering an incantation, he waved it over Oliver, fixing the broken ankle, wrist, bruises and eye. "There. Done."

Hermione launched herself back into Oliver's arms, looking up at Malfoy. "Thank you."

"Enjoy it while it lasts," he snapped, spinning on his heel and leaving. "Five minutes," he told the guard as he swept by.

Oliver held her tightly. He brought his lips to her ear, pretending to kiss her. "Be ready at midnight tonight. The resistance is coming. We're getting out of here."

"What?" She tried to look him in the face but his held her firmly. "No, don't move. You can't let them see that you know. Just be ready. Okay?" She nodded into his shoulder and he pulled back just long enough to look in her eye before he started kissing her.

"Let's go, miss. Time's up," the guard called.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," she replied before leaving.

The guard shut the jail cell with a clang.

"Don't forget!" he called after her as the guard escorted her away.