Sorry this is so late, I saw Divergent finally and was having a few days of Fourtris feels. Anyways I'm back now. I hope you enjoy this chapter. My next update depends on you. (See the authors note on the bottom for more details) Enjoy!

For the first time in a long time I cried myself to sleep. My dreams were not happy, and yet they were the same as always. Harry and Ron defeating Voldemort and then rescuing me. Or the three of us at Hogwarts, just going to classes. And I would have to color code their papers and check over their essays. Never again.

Never again.

When I awoke the first thing I realized was that I was no longer covered in dried blood and dirt. Instead I was clean, my hair was brushed out and washed and their were sloppily done bandages around my arms and stomach.

I wasn't in the dungeon anymore I was in a real bed, with actual pillows, and blankets, and warmth.

I had forgotten what it was like to be warm so I just lay there, eyes shut, soaking in the warmth..

When I did blink my eyes open, I could see moonlight streaming through the window, lighting up the room just enough that I could make out my surroundings.

The walls were green and silver. On one I thought I could make out the Slytherin house crest but I wasn't sure. I rolled over and saw a wall adorned with a giant picture of a Quidditch team in dark green robes. Something was nagging in the back of my mind, about where I was but I couldn't grab it.

Until I rolled the otherway.

Blonde hair shining in the moonlight. Hair that smelled faintly like rain and fresh air. Blonde hair, Slytherin themed bedroom. I sat up in terror and scrambled back away from Malfoy and off the edge of the bed. My back hit the floor and I realized it must be bruised because it hurt way more than it should've. I let out a sharp cry of pain.

I was in a bed with Malfoy.

The bed squeaked and Malfoy's head peeked over the side.

"Granger, what are you doing?" Malfoy growled, gazing down at me.

I shivered at the coldness in his gray eyes and didn't respond. Instead I looked at myself and realized I was wearing sweatpants, why the Malfoy's had sweatpants in their house was a mystery to me, and a black button up shirt that looked scarily like one of Malfoy's. Someone had bathed and changed me.

"You didn't... please say you didn't..." I could hear the panic in my voice. Panic that Malfoy had seen me naked.

"House elves," he answered.

That was a relief. He waved his wand and a few lights came on.

"You do realize it's six in the morning?' Malfoy drawled, giving me a look of distaste.

"I haven't known the time for three weeks."

He just continued staring at me.

"Why am I in your bedroom?" Then it dawned on me. "No. No. Please, Malfoy...no."

I scrambled back into the corner of the room. I would rather die than become Malfoy's... even the thought was unthinkable.

He rolled his eyes at me. "Calm down Granger, I'm not going to hurt you."

He didn't actually expect me to believe that did he? But for some reason his words calmed me down, a little.

"Then why am I here?" I asked.

"Suddenly all talkative are you? I would think it would be quite the opposite seeing as how your friends-"

"Don't!" I yelled. "Just don't," My voice dropped to a whisper as I tried not to cry.

He refused to look at me for a moment.

"Why?" I asked again.

"You're supposed to be the brightest witch of our age and you honestly can't figure it out?" He snapped.

Yes I could, it was something to do with my blood being red. It was too simple of an answer for me but I wasn't going to push it. I didn't really want more bruises.

"My blood bothers you that much?"

"It's blood red Granger, of course it bothers me. Can we go back to bed now?"

"I'm not sleeping in the same bed as you."

"I wouldn't shag you if my life depended on it," he snapped back.

My eyes widened at his harsh words and I shrunk even deeper into the corner.

"Have it your way then," Malfoy sighed.

He threw a pillow at my face as hard as he could. I did manage to duck from the blanket though. With one last glance at him I lay my head down on the pillow and wrapped the blanket around me.

"Granger! Get up!"

My eyes snapped open as I whipped my head around trying to get my bearings.

That's right, Malfoy had gotten me out of the dungeon and I wasn't sure why.

"Now Granger!"

I looked up at Malfoy. He was standing there in his normal black pants and crisp white shirt.

"Downstairs in five minutes," he walked out.

I barely processed his words, too distracted by why he was being nice. Okay, so it wasn't exactly nice. Most guys would take the floor and give the bed to the girl but still, I was out of the dungeon, clean, and sleeping in his room. There was probably something in this for him. Maybe he just wanted to make me think he liked me and then break me more by telling me he doesn't.

There was now three minutes until I was supposed to be downstairs. What would happen if I didn't go? I shuddered at the thought. Malfoy was quite adept at inflicting pain, and I was not going to give him a reason to.

I stood up and got a good view of his room for the first time. There was so much Slytherin I thought I was going to be sick so I limped my way out of the room, I was still weakened from weeks in captivity. There was a bathroom right outside Malfoy's room that I went in, and it had a huge mirror on one wall.

I tried my best not to look at myself in it, but in a sick way I couldn't help it. My right cheek had a slash from the cheekbone to jaw that would definitely scar. I could make out bruises on my neck trailing up from my collarbone. Nervously I unbuttoned and pulled off my shirt to study the bruises.

The house elves had wrapped bandages around my stomach, no doubt thinking it would somehow help me heal faster. I pulled them off gently, but it still hurt. My eyes widened when I saw myself.

There was a dark blue bruise on my right shoulder, extending around to my collarbone, and up my neck a little ways. On my stomach there were two huge black and blue bruises and there was another one down my whole right arm. Another dark bruise was on my left hip, climbing up my side, and wrapping around to my back.

I quickly put my the shirt back on disgusted. Malfoy did that. Not Bellatrix. Malfoy.

"GRANGER!"

How were the elder Malfoys not hearing this?

I left the bathroom, and found the staircase where Malfoy was waiting.

"I assume you can handle walking down some stairs?" he snapped.

I seriously doubted it, but I grabbed the railing and took the stairs one at a time. Easy Hermione, I told myself. One at a time. About two steps down I felt my right knee buckle and fell forward.

My ribs hit the stairs and pain shot through my chest. I was sliding face first down a huge flight of stairs, now I was rolling. My body hit a pair of legs, I heard knees hit the wooden stairs, and two of us were falling now.

"Granger!" Malfoy yelled.

He grabbed the back of my head as we came to the bottom of the stairs. My head hit the tile floor hard, or it would have if Malfoy's hand wasn't blocking it.

"Holy... ow!" he yelled.

I was laying on my back with Malfoy pressed on top of me our legs tangled together from the fall.

I didn't move, just lay there frozen in terror. What was he going to do to me?

He grabbed my hand and pulled me up.

"Can you at least handle the flat floor to the dining room?"

I nodded, then stumbled on my first step. Malfoy sighed and reached out for my arm. I flinched away.

"What part of 'I'm not going to hurt you' didn't you understand last night?"

Without waiting for an answer he grabbed my arm and helped me walk into the dining room.

There was definitely something in this for him.

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