It was three in the morning

Draco

I waited until three in the morning to sneak down and see if Granger is still alive. Silently I creep down the steps and find her curled up against the wall sleeping.

"Granger!" I hiss angry. "I told you to be awake!" I shake her and she moans loudly. "Quiet! Now get up, and hurry. If we get caught they'll kill the both of us."

Se still doesn't get up and I grab her by the shoulders and shake her forcefully."granger, get up now."

I only hear whimpering in response. "What on earth is wrong with you, let's get out of here."

"He...help m... me..." She whimpers.

I sigh. "What now."'I groan."

"It... Hur...hurts."

"What hurts?" I ask

She doesn't reply with words but she points to her right foot. It seems to be broken its a fire engine red colour and its still continuing to swell. I put two fingers on her ankle and she winces. I sigh "Granger, I can't move you like this, we have to wait..."

"No, I want to get out of here, I need to get out of here now." She mumbles softly.

"Look, I would love to move you now, but I can't, I can't barely even touch your ankle without It hurting you and I'm not going to risk anyone hearing us, or listen to your complaining the whole way."

"Granger, there is no way I can move you."

"Carry me then." She says.

I think on that for a second. "What if Injure you further, what then?" I question.

She doesn't say anything in response. "Granger?" I say. No response, "Granger, answer me now!" I demand. I still get nothing in response. I grab her wrist feeling for a pulse to determine if she's still alive or if she just fell asleep on me. I'm relieved when I feel it, and despite her condition it's still as strong as ever.

I place my hands on her shoulders and gently shake her. "Granger...granger? Wake up!" I say strictly. I shake her a little more forcefully and she moans in pain. "Good, you're awake, stop falling asleep on me, I don't need you slipping into coma and dying, potter would have my head for that one."

"Are we going to get out of here." She questions her voice shaking and barely audible.

"No, Hermione. We can't, you're still too weak." I say, this is the first time I've used her first name before. It feels awkward and unnatural, it's made even more awkward with the sudden silence looming over the two of us.

"Draco?" She says sounding surprised. It's probably one of the first times she used my birth name too.

I rub my eyes then move upwards to massage my temples. "Yes?" I sigh.

"I don't want to be here anymore, this is once of the worst things I've ever experienced, please just get me out of here." She pleads.

"I can't risk injuring you further Granger, if your injuries get to severe you could slip into coma because of the pain, and I already told you before, Potter would have my head for that one."

"Them fix them." She says simply.

"I'm sorry, but I lack the skills to heal people and I really can't have you getting worse."

"Look in a book." She suggests.

"Granger, as much as I'd like to get you out of here, I can not just look in a book and find a spell and do it perfectly the first time. Stop asking so many questions, because I'm nearly out of excuses."

She opens her mouth to speak, but I don't let her. "End of story Granger! You are much too weak to make any type of journey! I am done here! Goodbye!" I finish strictly.

I'm halfway up the stairs and I hear her speak once more, but I am finished with her tonight. I don't think I can take any more of her small talk. I unlock the cellar door and slowly and quietly close it. Taking great care in order to not wake anyone up or let them hear me down here. I silently tiptoe up the grand staircase and make my way up to my bedroom. I shut the door and turn my lamp on with a flick of my wand. Crawl into bed and repeat the same action to turn the lamp off.

I try to fall asleep, but yet the idea of granger is fresh in my mind and I can't seem together it out of my head. I groan loudly and turn over in my bed pulling the covers up over my head. I close my eyes and focus on my breathing, slowly falling asleep, with any though of granger slowly creeping out of my mind allowing me to focus on a peaceful and restless sleep.

It seems that the sun shines brightly into my window just seconds later and I realize I forgot to close the curtains. I sit up and stumble out of bed, squinting my eyes as I near the curtains, I close them quickly and stumble back to my bed and pull the covers over my face. Only seconds later I'm being awoken by the worst of the screams I've heard so far. My eyes widen. This is one hundred percent my fault, if I had been less lazy and tried to find something to help granger she wouldn't be screaming right now. I begin to wonder who is down there with here.

My father, Bellatrix, maybe even a few other death eaters. I try as hard as I can to push the thought far away into the back of my mind. But it just doesn't seem to happen. It's extremely hard to concentrate on forgetting when the screams are so loud. I feel bad now, for ignoring her last night. I peek out of my room and the screams only worsen. I close my eyes tightly and hope it stops soon. Walking down the stairs the screaming gets louder and louder. All I'm thinking right now is that it has to stop, but if I go down there I wonton,y be risking my life I would be risking her life too.

I walk into the kitchen and prepare a quick breakfast for myself and bring it over to the table. For a moment the screaming stops. I hear footsteps and look up from my plate to see my father standing over me.

"Draco, did the mudbloods a screams wake you?" He asked.

I hesitate. "Um, no I've been awake for a while now. I was just hungry so I came down here, so anyways how is she?" I ask my father.

He laughs then raises his eyebrows. "She's extremely week, I think she'll break soon, I'll have to leave her alone for the rest of the day, so she'll have a little time to recover and gain her consciousness back before I go and question her again."

I nod slowly, trying to make it look like I agree with what he's saying and what his plans are. I make a mental note in the back of my head t go down and see how the girl is doing later on preferably when my father leaves the house, which he so often does, the only problem will be all the other death eaters currently situated here.

"Draco!" My father says strictly as he snaps his fingers.

"Sorry, I spaced out for a moment." I reply casually.

"Draco, I have to warn you, you must not jeopardize our chances of extracting the information from the girl, you will go no where near her, at anytime. Unless instructed to do so."

"Why would I ever want to see the mudblood." I ask.

My father is silent. "Good, I see you understand then." With that last sentence he leaves me to eat my breakfast in peace.