Harry Potter stared at the boy that his best friend was dating. Malfoy looked ten years older, dark bags under his eyes, crinkled clothes, and he looked like he hadn't showed since they heard the news. It had been two days. Two bloody days, of waiting. Dumbledore told them that the order and the aurors were looking for her and they did not need the help from three teenage boys. All of them probably looked like hell.
Ron stared into the fire. Three days, it had been three days since he last saw her. He couldn't get the stupid fight out of his bloody head. Hermione he could be a Death Eater. He isn't Ron, just trust me! He could be playing you, trying to get you closer so he can take you to Voldermort. Ron! What Hermione? It could be true. Ron! He called you that word for sixes years! Ron, just shut up! He could be trying to get into your knickers. Ugh Ron, I have been your friend for a long time, can you not trust me and my judgment. I am happy Ron, so happy for six months Ron. I will not let you get hurt by ferret face, Mione! That is it Ronald. Why are you walking away from me Mione? Mione! Mione come back!
Draco Malfoy stared at the foodthat the house elf had brought to him. Four days of nightmares, memories, and thinking if she was still alive. "Draco, please eat the food." He looked into the faces of his mother, Dumbledore, Snape, Potter, and Weasley. He knew he looked like hell, smelt like a pig that just rolled in mud, and he needed to shave. But why should he? If his father was giving her a beating like he normally gave Draco, he knew she would be in tremendous pain. "I can't mom. I am thinking about all the times he hit me, or you." His mother flinched. "What is he doing to her?" He thought of her beautiful chocolate brown hair that curled to her mid chest. Her smile that was to radiate that he couldn't help but smile back when she smiled. Her bright warm brown eyes that sparkled when she laughed. Oh Merlin her laugh, her laugh brightened his day and made him feel warm and fuzzy inside. And now he was thinking of her injured, hurt, crying, and dead. He put his face in his hands and sobbed. Hermione where are you?
Hermione sagged against the chains that held her up. Her head was pounding, her breathing hard and heavy, bruises forming, her vanes darkening; her tears started up again when she heard the man she hated with all her heart come down to open the door. Lucious Malfoy entered her cell with another person in tow. "Look I brought you a visitor." Hermione Granger looked into the eyes of Bellatrix Lestrange. She held a whip and her wand. "We are going to have so much fun, Mudblood." Lucious walked out the door, leaving me with Draco's mental aunt. The door shut closed and she walked closer to me. She raised her wand. Pain, excoriating pain. Oh Draco where are you? Her vision started to fade as she heard the ringing in her ears and the laugh of Bellatrix. Hermione let herself fall to the ground where everything went a dark shade of black.