A/n: Well, okay sorry for the wait. I just needed inspiration I guess.

Well to explain the italics. The italics are used in the lyrics at the beginning, as always, and the rest after that, symbolize Hermione's groggyness.

Well um enjoy.

"Do it, do it do it do it do it do it do it do it now.

Say it say it say it say it say it say it say it now."

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Mm… I slept really well. I must have been tired, because this mattress feels really soft.

Wait.

Hold on.

No?

Am I in hell?

No, it's to good to be hell.

Am I in heaven, no.

I'm in pain. But in pain?

Wait.

Oh.

I tried to kill myself.

I- I can't even kill myself! I am worthless. Ugh. I might as well get up and live my lame, 'regular life', once again.

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"What the?!" she exclaimed. Okay, okay. I need to breathe. Breathe, breathe.

Where am I?

How did I get here?

Why am I here?

Breathe, breathe. Deep breaths.

Hermione stood up and began to look around. Quidditch posters? Green? Silver?

What is this?

Did some rogue Death Eater decide to bring me here? But I thought they were all in Azkaban? I thought the Ministry did away with all of them. I guess not.

So what now? Am I going to be killed?

But why would they bring me here and save me, just to kill me?

Torture maybe?

Oh gods. Someone is opening the door.

What do I do?

Hide?

That seems logical.

I duck down under the bed. I try to regulate my ragged breaths. But I see feet. Bare feet. Bare feet?

What kind of…?

"Boo."

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" I try for dear life to escape, but someone grabbed my leg. I kick for dear life trying to find an exit. Where's my wand?! Is their wand close?

"Accio wand" I whispered as I thrashed under the bed.

No wand. Damn. Did they think they could take me with pure force? I'll show them.

I allow my attacker to pull me out from under the bed with no struggle.

I close my eyes as a bright fluorescent light shined in my eyes. My attacker began to open them physically because I refused to.

Neither of us had said a word. I had no idea who this person was. I had only seen the feet of this person. And I could only assume it was a guy.

He finished after about 5 minutes, and my eyes continued to be shut.

"Are you never going to look at me?" A familiar masculine voice said.

"Well, if I was going to die, I might as well have a little fun. So, I decided to play clue."

"Clue?"

"A muggle game. You purebloods wouldn't know anything about it. You basically have to guess who your opponent is. And I saw that you were white, and male, a Slytherin, most likely a Death Eater, a Quidditch fan, and against windows. Your voice is familiar so I know you…"

"So, Ms. Granger. Who am I?"

"Let's see the Goyle's and Crabb's are in Azkaban or dead. The Zabini's are in jail, except for Blaise who ended up being a fighter for the light. So you could be Blaise. Then there are the Bulstrode's. The father escaped and Millicent was innocent so you could be Mr. Bulstr-"

"He's dead."

"What? Um… Okay. So… That leaves the Malfoy family and Lucious was given the kiss, and Narcissa is rotting in her cell, and Malfoy is living by himself, as he decided to fight on neither side in the great war.

So either you're Draco or Blaise."

"How about you open your eyes and find out?"

I opened my eyes to find ice blond hair covering the face of my…

"Malfoy." I said dumbfounded.

"Don't call me that atrocious name."

"Fine, Draco." Why did I call him Draco? Why did I give in so fast?

"I'm glad to see you up and about." Why is he being nice to me? Is he playing with his food? Well, not literally.

"I thought you weren't going to make it through the night. You lost a lot of blood. I thought you were a goner for sure."

"Why did you save me?" My voice hoarse. Rage was building up inside me.

"What? Why? Well, I'm not sure. You were just um… dying? And I… um… was… overwhelmed?

I needed to save someone. I needed to right a wrong."

"I wasn't worth saving!!! Why were there anyways? Planning to torture some poor mudblood , were you? You should have just let me die! I wanted to die. I wanted to die… I can't take it anymore! Can't you understand that?" By this time Hermione had fallen on the floor bawling.

"But, you are worth saving. You're the smartest witch of our time. Your best friends are Potty and Weasely. You have the best life I've seen! Why would you want to die?"

"You have NO idea." Hermione spat.

A/N: I'm glad you got through the story. I'm sorry it's so short, but me and my friend decided that it was best to keep it this way. So yeah. Please read and review! I'd appreciate it! Oh! And the lyrics in the beginning are Ready for the Floor by Hot Chip.