A/N: This is the next chapter, I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, it is All Mrs Rowlings work.
His safe house happened to be in a wild overgrown forest on the outskirts of Flagstaff, Arizona. He always liked it there best in October, because even though to the natives of Flagstaff it was cold, it was very warm to him.
They had apparated in to a small clearing full of purple wildflowers. There was a short 5 minute walk from the clearing to the shack and even though Hermione didn't look heavy, she wasn't the lightest person he'd ever carried, so instead he deposited her rather unkindly on the floor. He then spent 5 minutes pacing back and forth, thinking of a way to let her walk herself without her running away or fighting him.
'This is a nice place you have Malfoy' Hermione muttered mockingly, looking around and appreciating the evening sun on her face. It had been so cold in Britain at this time of year that she'd almost forgotten how the sun felt. Almost.
He ignored her and pulled his silver dagger back out from his pocket. A wave of dread crept over her as he calmly walked towards her, as if killing damsels in distress was something he did often.
Instead he grabbed her wrists and started hacking at the rope around them, she rubbed them when her hands were free to do so. He did the same for her ankles listening to her sigh of contempt.
I'm probably going to regret this, but how else is she going to walk there by herself?
'If you try to run away again, I will not hesitate to put you under the Imperius Curse, ok.' All signs of the almost caring, gentle Malfoy were gone. They needed to hurry so that he could get back.
He didn't particularly want to leave her but it was necessary for no one to suspect Malfoy.
There was going to be outrage when the wizarding world found out about Hermione Granger's disappearance, hopefully he would be able to make it look like an accident.
He held out a hand to help her get up. She stared at it for a second and then got up on her own. She would have angrily stomped off if she knew where she was.
'Follow me.'
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They had gotten to the shack quite quickly. At first, Hermione had stumbled repeatedly on the over-grown brambles until Draco had grown impatient and stuck his wand in her back.
'Granger it's going to start getting dark and cold soon and I need to get back home. Hurry.'
In his impatience he had seemed to snap at her more.
When they'd arrived at the shack he'd let her in, cast some heating charms, found her a blanket, some food and a couple of worn, old and faded books. He'd then left her, taking her wand with him.
It had been several hours since his departure.
She was currently huddled in a corner in a fort of blankets trying to light an almost burnt down candle with a piece of table leg and stone from the windowsill.
As soon as he had left her she had tried to escape. She had tried to use the front door. She knew it would be a futile attempt but she got mad when it wouldn't open.
She had tried to kick it down but then came to her senses when she heard wolves in the distance.
Next she took herself on a tour around the shack and was left further disappointed when all she found was a crumbling old bedroom with a rusted bed frame. There was of course what appeared to a bathroom but the bath tub and toilet had both been smashed up long ago and now all the room held was a bucket.
I am not peeing in that. She thought, turning her nose up at the thought of it and walking back into the main room.
The entire place would have been much more useful to any witch or wizard lucky enough to still be attached to their wand and without hers Hermione felt just as useful as when she'd first found out she was a witch.
In the main room was a table and some cupboards. Well, there had been a table and some cupboards until Hermione had become to overwhelmed with fatigue and pent up rage.
She had pushed the table over in an unusual acct of violence for her. It had broken and she'd picked up the remaining parts, throwing them around her not caring what she broke.
When she was done the table was now rubble and the cupboards had no doors.
Hermione was not a violent person, but push her enough and she was sure to snap.
Why the hell am I here?! Why has he just brought me to this random shitty place?! I hope he comes back so I can God Damn show him how angry I am. She had thought all of this whilst angrily pacing around the room, kicking bits of unharmed table on her way.
That was when she had noticed the candle and had had the idea of making a small fire to heat up some of the food he had left her, in the brown paper bag.
She'd grabbed a small piece of table leg and chipped some stone off the windowsill. In all honesty it wasn't that difficult. She had then wrapped herself in the quilts and tried her hardest to light the wood. It just wasn't working.
'For Merlin's sake just light!' She screeched, feeling herself getting worked up again.
She had seriously contemplated setting the books on fire but knew that she would need them to stop herself from losing her mind. Books were her only connection to sanity, being kidnapped or just living an ordinary life.
After half an hour, when she had nearly given up, the wood finally lit. She held it near the candle long enough for it to light and then made a show of putting it out, nearly putting out the candle at the same time.
She placed the small candle on the floor, 2 yards in front of her.
She picked up the brown paper bag and looked inside. She hadn't eaten since midmorning of the day before, so what was in the bag looked more appetizing than it was. There were: 3 pumpkin pasties, a warm bottle of butter beer, a chunk of ham, a mouldy looking block of cheese and half a cucumber.
She pulled out the pasties first. She warmed the first one as best as she could over the candle, hoping that she wouldn't burn it.
Hermione had soon scoffed down all three and started on the ham and cheese. She ate half of both, making them into little sandwiches, until she came to her sense and wrapped them back into the bag with the cucumber. She stuffed them into her shirt, ensuring that no rats would be able to snack on them in them in the night.
God know how long I'm going to be here, best keep all the food that I can.
She reorganized her blankets into a little bed and put the candle as closed to them as she could without them catching fire, hoping that the little flame would do somewhat to keep her warm. She could feel Draco's heating charm slowly wearing off.
She snuggled into the blankets falling in to a troubled sleep full of wolves and wands.
A/N: And here we have the second chapter. I know it's slightly shorter than the first one, but it didn't feel right continuing it so I left it like this.
It's extremely cheesy, but thank you to buttercup88 for my first review. All will be revealed buttercup88, I promise.
I don't think I'm going to be able to upload for a while as I have no internet and I have gone over my internet for this month ( :'( ) but I will write multiple ones during that time and upload multiple ones to make it up to you! Thank you for reading and favoriting and following, it is much appreciated! Till next time my lovelies!