Chapter 5 /./ Down, Down, Down
It was dark. The fog before my eyes was nearly complete, but for the last light of afternoon trickled in through the bars of the small window near the ceiling. The darkness, though, fell like a curtain and the light did not touch him.
He shivered in the corner, pulling his knees closer to his chest. His gray eyes were rimmed with red from crying, and he looked at me with fear, as though he was waiting for something.
"Draco…" I tried step towards him, but I found that I could not move. The cell was so small that I was merely inches from him, but I could not move to touch him. He began to sob, as though he were expecting something terrible to happen. I closed my eyes, and though the pain of his agony spread through me like wildfire, I did not cry.
"Hermione?" I opened my eyes and the scene was changed. The light was different now; not the orange light of the dying sun in the evening, but the white light of the moon at its peak. He reached out towards me, but he could not touch me. "Oh, forgiving angel, return to me. I know you're there, why won't you speak to me?
"I know you're there…."
I opened my eyes, as the sound of his panting filled the room, and it was changed again.
The air began to heat. The room felt stifling small, too small, too close. I was but a mouse in the corner, but he filled the room. Panic filled his eyes as the heat intensified. The yellow light of morning streamed in and touched his pale skin. As he began to scream, I wondered why I could not touch him, comfort him. He began to jerk, to itch his skin as though he needed to break free. How could he live?
"Hermione!" He tried to scream, but his voice was ragged from failed attempts. "Hermione..." The air was hot with his panting and he squirmed. He jerked and twisted and it pained me to watch.
"Don't look at me like that!" I tried to look around, to see who he was talking to, but there was no one. "I didn't ask for this. I never asked for this.. I never… I never…
"Hermione! Oh, Hermione… Hermione…" The sound of his feeble sobs filled the darkness as it folded in around me.
A/N: More to come!
Until Next Time:
"There must be some way to escape." I muttered, looking in vain at the solid cement walls. It was only by chance that I noticed a prick of light at the very bottom of one of the walls.
"Oh, great," Damien remarked sarcastically. "You've find a hole the size of a pinprick. We shall now escape by squeezing our way through it. You'll have to be a bit more intelligent than that."