A/N: Sorry for really late update; I burnt myself out writing this and had to take a break.

Summary: Draco left to find his Mother and Blaise. Hermione, with the help of Snape, broke out of the Burrow and went to find him at Rookwood's house.

Disclaimer: I own nothing :)

She reappeared in front of a shabby old house, the windows were boarded up, and the front garden had obviously been forgotten. The front door lay ajar and Hermione pulled out her wand, lighting it, and then slowly looking around the street. She didn't know where she was, but everything felt wrong, so wrong. She also had the feeling that she was being watched, and felt herself shiver involuntarily.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly started towards the house, her ears listening for any sound of Draco, or any other presence. Once she reached the door she called out his name quietly, but no one replied. As though expecting this, Hermione pushed the door open more, and stepped into the hallway. There was dirt on the walls, along with old, tatty, wall paper that looked decades old. The carpet must have had at least four layers of dust, for she could only see grey powder on the floor.

She walked deeper into the house, her wand held in front of her chest, and her heart beating rapidly. She was half expecting a Death Eater to jump her, and she found herself shivering again. Her heart beat faster, when the wand light fell upon something dark, and sticky. Blood. Could it be Draco's blood? Or one of the Death Eaters? The blood was splattered against the walls, and down a staircase. She stood at the top and looked down, but it was pitch black. She had no choice, she had to go down.

Each step down her heart seemed to beat if possible, faster. The hairs on her neck stood up, and she felt sweat on her forehead. Never before has she done this alone, she always had Harry and Ron, and her stomach lurched at the thought of her argument with Harry. What if she died, and the last thing she said to Harry was harsh words? She stopped on the current step, her head telling her two different things.

She could go back, she could forget about Draco, and go back to Harry. Pretend none of this had happened, and go back to the way things were. Her heart however screamed no, it didn't want to go back, it wanted to find Draco, be close to Draco, feel his warmth. She carried on, feeling stupid and vulnerable. Well at least she was acting like a true Gryffindor, walking into danger without thinking, Harry would have been so proud, if it wasn't to save Draco.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she looked around the room, seeing it for the first time. The light from her wand fell on a chair, sat in the middle of the room. Upon the chair was someone, with a old sack on his head. His arms were tied behind the chair with thick rope, and his legs were chained to the floor. Hermione knew who it was straight away, the pale skin and ruined clothes gave it away, and she let out a sigh of relief.

She ran across, and pulled the sack off of his head, revealing Draco. She screamed, she couldn't help it, he looked half dead; His pale blond hair was caked with dirt and mud, his eyes were black and puffy, and he had three large gashes down the side of his face. His eyes were closed, and Hermione had to check his pulse to be sure that he was still alive.

"Draco?" She whispered, her hand gently stroking his face.

His eyes flickered, and slowly opened. The usual glint of life, his confidence, was all gone. His eyes were empty, dead.

"Hermione," He croaked, "You have to leave. It's a trap"

Hermione just shook her head, her eyes were watering and her bottom lip shook.

"I'm not leaving you" She cried

She moved towards his hands, but stopped when he shook his head. His eyes kept flicking shut, and his head rolled around on his shoulders.

"No - it's too late for me. Go. Before they come back" He muttered, his eyes closed again.

"But I love you - I came here to get you back, and that's what I'm going to do"

Draco laughed, a low, empty laugh. "You always were stubborn, Granger"

Hermione glanced around the room, looking for another way out. They were wasting time, and she had to get Draco out now, before it really was too late.

"Where is Rookwood? Or the others?" She whispered.

"At one of the other houses, they took Blaise and my Mother to separate places. I don't even know if they're still alive" He replied, his head rolling again, so that his eyes met Hermione's.

"Find my mother" He whispered

Hermione shook her head, "I'm here to save you. Besides I don't even know where your Mother or Blaise is"

"Sev - Severus. get him to help you. He-He knows." Draco murmured, his voice so faint that Hermione had to lean closer.

"Lets get you out first - then we can both go back to the Burrow, and talk to Snape" She urged. She didn't want to leave Draco, especially not in his condition.

"It's t-too late. Find them for me, Hermione. P - please" He looked up at her, his eyes full of defeat.

Hermione stayed near him, her eyes upon his, until she heard movement from upstairs. Draco heard it too, and a swift look of panic crossed his face.

"Pl- please, Hermione." He begged "Save yourself, Please. I love you, go""

Hermione leant close to him again, and kissed his cheek, before whispering in his ear "I love you". She grabbed the sack again and placed it back on Draco's head, hating herself as she did it. She could hear footsteps on the stairs, and quickly backed up.

"I'm coming back" She said, and could of sworn she heard Draco reply "Of course you are, you're a Gryffindor. Stubborn"

She turned and Disapparated just in time. Rookwood came down the stairs 30 seconds later, an ugly grin upon his face.

"Ready for round two, Draco?" He said, holding a large metal pole.