Some Dramione song suggestions: Bleeding Out, Demons, and Monster all by Imagine Dragons and Say Something by A Great Big World feat. Christina Aguilera. I have these on a playlist for when I work on this story. They may not necessarily fit this chapter or even story but they're great for the ship.

"You can cook?" I asked Malfoy.

We were sitting at a table covered with bacon, eggs, toast and fruits.

"No. The house elves can," he answered sharply and resumed eating and reading the paper.

My empty plate sat in front of me, untouched.

"And it's not poisoned either Granger," he added when he noticed my plate.

I stared at the food for a few more moments before giving in. At the last second I remembered what I had read once, about a starving person who eats too much food at one time vomiting it back up or becoming deathly ill. Maybe that was his plan to kill me.

"Where are your parents and... Bellatrix?" I asked between bites.

"Sorting out the mess Potter and Weasley made. They'll be gone for a week, at least." He answered coldly, without even glancing up.

My eyes widened and I tried to hide the pain in them, unsuccessfully.

I stopped eating after a few pieces of bacon, and a spoonful of scrambled eggs. Malfoy didn't question me, just started a fire with his wand. He never did anything manually if it could be done with a wand.

"You just stay down here for a while. I'll be down later."

He left, just like that.

I sat down in front of the fireplace, staring up at the ceiling. There was a space to hang a chandelier. I guessed there had been a chandelier there until Dobby dropped it. They must have had the room recarpeted too.

I had been tortured here. I had, had mudblood carved into my arm here. I rolled up my sleeve and undid the bandage over the words. It was as hideous as I remembered if not more so. The actual lacerations had healed, leaving a raised, pale scar.

Quickly, I pulled my sleeve back down, not wanting to look at it anymore.

For the next several hours I just stared into the fire, watching the embers flickering. At one point I considered putting more wood on it, then remembered I could barely walk half the time and gave up on that idea.

It was probably enchanted to keep burning anyway, but I needed something to do, anything to do. I was growing exhausted from sheer boredom.

"Miss?" A tentative voice asked. "Master Malfoy asked me to bring this to you."

When I turned around there was a small house elf holding a bowl of soup and a plate with some buttered rolls. She set it down wringing her hands.

"Thanks," I whispered, giving her a faint smile.

With a loud crack she made her exit. I hoped she knew she did a good job, I didn't want to know I was responsible for her punishing herself.

Distracted by the soup smell wafting towards me, I pulled the food closer.

Homemade chicken noodle soup. I could tell. It was just like the soup my mother used to make I thought nostalgically, then told myself I had bigger problems than my parents memories, or lack there of.

Problems like why Malfoy got me out of the dungeon in the first place, and had his house elves making me food, and made me a fire. I refused to accept the blood explanation, it was too cliche... I guess.

Well maybe he brought me up from the dungeon because of the blood but the food, that was definitely something more.

I ate the soup slowly, hoping I could keep it down as well as breakfast and I did, luckily. Leaving the empty dishes on the ground I stretched out in front of the fire, my back to it. I was sure to keep me hair down and covering the barely visible bruise on my neck.

For almost an hour I tried falling asleep but to no avail. Judging by the size of this house there was a library somewhere, but the last thing I needed was for Malfoy to catch me wandering around his house. So I just lay on the floor, trying to sleep.

I heard Malfoy's feet pounding down the stairs and I did my best to steady my breathing, pretend to be asleep. His feet came closer. I cracked my eyes open and could see his feet right next to my face. As my eyes shut again I heard him drop to his knees in front of my face.

His hand was soft against my right cheek. Malfoy's thumb gently stroked along the wound running down my face as I did my best to seem asleep. To not flinch, or shudder in repulsion.

Then he pulled his hand away and headed into the kitchen. I waited for several minutes, then stretched, pretending to wake up.

What was he even doing? Was this some kind of kindness showing in my blond tormentor? I doubted it.

"Are you awake yet?" He sighed.

That was a dramatic mood swing.

I rolled onto my back and opened my eyes. Literally, he was right there. Standing over me and peering down in annoyance.

Involuntarily I shifted away from him slightly. Not exactly out of his reach but not in kicking range anymore. He must have noticed the fear behind my eyes because he sighed in exasperation. If he honestly believed I could think he wouldn't hurt me he was mistaken. Severely mistaken.

But maybe he wasn't. He had yet to hurt me today and in some ways I was more at his mercy now, than I was in the dungeon.

"Dinner? Or are you going to starve yourself?"

I didn't answer just stood up. It was painful. My muscles were tight from laying on the floor all day and anywhere I had a bruise just plain hurt all the time. Especially when I breathed.

Unfortunately I couldn't stop breathing. If I could maybe I could go join Harry and Ron and get out of my living hell.

I sat down heavily at the table staring at the feast spread out along it in shock.

"Expecting guests?" I asked, pleased that I could still think of somewhat of a witty comment.

He gave me a look as he joined me at the table. It wasn't a cruel look like usual, it was a look that said this was what he normally did. To him this was an average meal.

This was his life and how he was raised. He never knew any better and for a moment I felt a twinge of pity for him. Then I caught sight of my reflection on one of the platters, and the ugly slice running down my cheek and I didn't feel pity for him anymore.

Hurting me was his choice. No one made him do it after the first time.

"Hello, Granger? Welcome to Earth," Malfoy said.

"Apologies your majesty. I thought I was in hell and got confused," I snapped back, and immediately regretted it.

He practically shot fire from his eyes. It was Professor McGonagall's rage when students didn't turn in their homework, only magnified a hundred times.

"I may have missed you talking a little bit, but I didn't miss that!"

I really wanted to comment on him missing my talking but I didn't want him pissed at me. More than he was at least.

"Besides, you're better off than most. Maybe you should be thanking me," Malfoy added angrily.

"Yes I'll be sure to thank you next time I am locked in a dungeon for three weeks, in the dark, and tortured by you. Every. Single. Day!" My voice steadily rose in volume and pitch. "And of course when someone permanently scars my face I should be grateful, and leaves me in the dark, and gives me a glass of potion laced water and some bread for my one meal. And let's not forget how your side killed my only two friends! They were my... my only friends!"

"It's a cellar," he answered.

"What?" I snapped my head up to meet his eyes, hardly believing what I'd just heard.

He rolled his eyes. "It's not a dungeon, it's called a cellar."

"You! Sick! Bastard! Why don't you spend a couple weeks locked in there being tortured and tell me your opinion of it then!"

I stood up and limped out of the room as quickly as I could, not even bothering to grab any food. I even managed the stairs, but barely, before I collapsed on the floor of his room.

He was sick. I try to tell him half the things he had done to me, not to mention that he had completely broken my will to live, and all he could do was tell me his basement wasn't technically a dungeon. That sick, twisted, little ferret!

I snuggled into my corner under the same Slytherin blanket as last night. The door opened and Malfoy walked in.

"Why" I asked him. "If you hate me so much why?"

"What are you talking about now?"

"Why'd you do it?" I knew I was pushing it, but I wanted to see if he was telling the truth when he said he wouldn't hurt me.

"Blood Granger, for the last time," he answered climbing into his bed.

"I don't believe that."

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