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"You did it early! How dare you, Pansy?! We agreed, not for another two weeks!" Draco was fuming.

"I'm sorry, I just, it felt right – she trusted me, we'd had a great day and I just, I didn't want to lose this chance, Draco, i'm sorry..."

Seeing his wife's upset face, he put aside her misdemeanor and went to give her a hug.

"Alright, it's alright love. I'm sorry for flying off the handle, I guess I just wanted to be there to make sure it went alright."

"Well, if it helps, I think it did. Dr Bentley said everything should be fine, we'll have to make sure she gets the proper nutrients, and don't forget her folic acid!"

"Yes, love," he smiled at his wife, she was obsessed.

"Does she even know, do you think?"

"Maybe on some level. Women have that intuition, you know."

"Oh, I was wondering, is it alright if Blaise moves in?"

"Yeah, that's alright, we've already got Crabbe and Goyle, another won't hurt!" laughed Pansy.

"Have we got any plans for Hermione today?" asked Draco, picking up an orange from the fruit bowl.

"I haven't. I do want to write up a special diet for her though. Oh and it's nearly time for Harry and Ron's monthly medical."

"Okay, i'll see Dr Bentley now. See if he can tell me when he can fit them in; i'm on my way down to the cellar anyway, I want to get to know Hermione a bit better. After all, if she's going to be doing this, we must keep her at least sane."

Hermione woke up with a fright, cold water had been poured all over her and she screamed loudly.

"Shut up, slave," an irritated Draco spoke.

"Huh? What's going on?" Ron's sleepy voice came from behind Draco.

"Nothing, Weasley. Go back to sleep, and Potter, you two have got your medicals tomorrow at ten," said Draco, as he unlocked Hermione's cell and led her upstairs and out into the garden.

"It's walled and i've got my wand, so don't try anything," he said, closing the patio doors behind him. "I just wanted a walk with you. To talk, you know."

"You're keeping me captive, Master, why would you want to talk? They had other things on their mind in prison."

Draco laughed, "Yes, well i'm happily married."

"Master, are questions allowed?"

"That depends on the question. If it's inappropriate, no."

"Where did you send Ron? He seems so distressed by it -"

"Now, that is inappropriate, slave," Draco took out his wand and gave her the unforgivable curse, Crucio, for a few seconds before lifting it – sick of hearing her scream.

"I'm sorry, Master..."

"Before you ask, yes, there is something you can do for me," by this time, they'd walked further into the garden, "you see this bare patch here? It's for you. You can grow your own fruit and vegetables here, if you like. Maybe have a few plants over there."

Hermione's face flushed, "Thankyou, Master!"

"That's quite alright, slave. There are the basic tomatoes, oranges, carrots over here, but if you need or want anything else, just let one of us know."

"I will do, Master! Can I start now?" Draco nodded and watched her bend down to the bag.

"Where do you think she is?" Ron asked.

"I don't know. She'll be alright though, she's a fighter..."

"I don't think so anymore, mate. I think they destroyed her in that prison, i've heard a lot about the one she was in and it was the most brutal of them all..."

"Yeah, well, let's not dwell on the past, eh?"

Three hours had passed until Draco returned with Hermione, not speaking to her, but letting her back in her cell and walking out again.

"'Mione! Are you alright?"

"Yes, fine, Ronald!" she seemed pleased and back to her old self, which baffled Harry and Ron.

"He's not shagging you is he?" Ron's jealous side was still apparent.

"No! He's married!" she squealed.

"Never stopped him before..."