A/N: Thanks to all my readers and reviewers!
.::Chapter 2 -- Captured::.
Harry had arrived home long after Hermione had crawled into bed, sobbing, and gone to sleep. Ron had been concerned for her, but had been too livid to go to sleep until Harry convinced him not to go after Draco. Harry had contacted a few of his close friends who were Aurors, but Draco Malfoy had not been found.
Ron entered the spare bedroom of the Burrow. He now wished he could tell Hermione he had changed his mind about Draco, and that he had made a mistake, but he was afraid to wake her. He gazed down at the beautiful, slender form of his Hermione, then, after making sure she was safe, turned off the lights and left the room.
Meanwhile, Hermione was barely able to sleep. She tossed and turned, her mind tricking her into hearing eerie sounds and sights in the dark room. Trying to reassure herself that everything was safe, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
"Silencio".
Hermione's eyes flickered open at the sound of a whispered spell. For a moment she thought she was imagining things once again, until she saw the dark figure of Draco Malfoy standing over the bed. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out from her terrified lips. She realized that he had used magic to silence her.
Her mind was suddenly, wonderfully wiped clean, and all she could think of were the words "Come with me". She tried to fight them, but she felt herself moving slowly out of the bed and toward the figure on the other side of the bed. Suddenly, she willed herself to stop, and her knees hit the floor loudly, and she found herself thinking clearly again. She tried to stand up and make a dive for her wand, but a flash of red light hit her, and she fell to the floor, unconscious.
Hermione woke up to find herself lying in bed. Suddenly, her eyes flew open and she looked around the room in shock. The bed she was lying on was much more uncomfortable than her own bed, and though the room she was in was large, it was very dark and dingy. She expected to be tied up, but to her surprise, she was perfectly free.
She felt slightly dizzy as she stumbled from the bed, but made her way to the door slowly. She attempted to turn the knob, but it refused to budge. She angrily wrenched at it, but she only made her hands burn. Frustrated, she kicked the door and found her way back to the bed, her eyes welling up with tears.
"Enjoying yourself, Mudblood?"
Hermione whipped around to find the dark, tall figure of Draco Malfoy standing in the corner of the room, unnoticed until now. She hastily wiped the tears from her eyes and glared at him, groping a wand in her bathrobe pocket but finding none.
"That's right, keep looking, Granger. It's no use, I already took your wand."
Suddenly a new thought found it's way into Hermione's mind.
"Where's Ron? And Harry?"
Draco merely laughed.
Hermione felt the blood rush into her head, and she felt herself flying across the room, screaming, launching herself at Draco, trying to hurt him in any way she could find. Draco, slightly alarmed and caught off his guard, caught Hermione in his arms and tried to protect himself from her clawing hands and kicking feet. Her fist caught him in the eye, and he let out a yell and threw Hermione violently from him. She fell to the floor and before she had time to help herself up, she found herself pinned to the wall. Draco raised his hand, and she knew the slap was coming before it fell. Her face flew sideways and she felt a sharp sting on her cheek.
"You are never to do that again, Mudblood," Draco said furiously, dragging Hermione to the bed and shoving her onto it. "You are to stay in this room until I let you out, and that will be very unlikely if you do what you just did again." Hermione let out an angry sob in reply.
"Speak up, Mudblood," taunted Draco, "I didn't quite catch that."
"What did you to do Harry?" Hermione screamed, tears streaming down her cheeks. "What do you want from me?"
Draco looked at her, considering whether to tell her or not. Then he spoke.
"Do you know what Harry did to my father during the final battle? Would you like to know, Granger?" Hermione slowly nodded, and Draco went on.
"He killed him, without even giving him a chance to surrender." Hermione let out a gasp, but shook her head in alarm.
"No, Harry would never do that, you're lying!"
"Oh, really?" said Draco. "You never asked him, did you? You never asked him how it happened." Hermione started to sob again.
"You killed him in revenge, didn't you, Malfoy? You killed him!" Draco sneered.
"Calm down, mudblood. I didn't kill him…yet."
"Then what do you want from me?!"
"What do I want? What do I want? What I want is to lure Harry here. I knew it would be foolish to try to kill him in his own home; it is too well protected. I knew stealing you was the only way he would come here, and Ron with him, and when they arrive, I'm going to kill you and Ron. I want Harry to feel like I did when he murdered my father. I want him to feel the pain of having loved ones gone forever."
Hermione let out a tiny scream and scrambled to the back of the bed. Draco laughed at her.
"Stupid Granger. If I had wanted to kill you, I would have already done it before you spoiled my house with your Mudblood filth. No, I'm going to wait until Harry finds you, and tracks you down. Then, I'll kill you in front of him. And your precious Ronald, too. He can see the pain in your eyes as you slowly die, and he can feel every last bit of pain that I felt. That's what I want from you."
And with that, Draco stepped from the room and closed the door. The lock slid loudly into place after it, and Hermione was left on her own. She threw herself on to the bed, her desperate sobs heard by no one.