Oh my god you guys I am so sorry! I was in Tennessee and I just got so caught up in everything there I didn't work on this story. Sorry! But if you ever get a chance to go to Nashville go! It was amazing.

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I was completely immobile with no idea where I was. My head was moving against my will, following a trail of blood on the gray concrete floor. Right to Harry.

The smell of blood, metallic and cold, flooded through my senses. I watched Harry's body convulsing on the floor as blood pumped from his veins onto the concrete. I tried to climb up and help him but I was unable to move, just watching Harry bleeding out.

"Hermione! Hermione, please help me! Please Hermi-" He begged then started coughing blood everywhere.

"Do something Hermione or don't you care?" Ron's voice mocked.

Tears streamed from my eyes as I struggled against the invisible bonds.

"Harry! Ron! I can't!" I screamed.

And Ron's body joined Harry's, bleeding onto the cold concrete.

"No! You're my only friends! Ron! Harry!"

I sucked in a sharp breath as my eyes snapped open. It was just a dream, just a nightmare. I was still in Malfoy's room, sleeping under his blanket, on his pillow, in the corner... of his room. I still didn't know why. And Harry and Ron were still dead.

Dead.

I was breaking out in a cold sweat and drawing in sharp breaths, in a useless attempt to calm down.

After a while I settled back down in the corner and fell into a mercifully dreamless sleep.

"Good morning," Malfoy hissed sarcastically. "I'd ask how you slept but the screaming last night made the answer to that quite evident."

His gray eyes stared at me from across the room and I climbed out from under the blanket. I tried to come up with a sharp retort but my sleep clouded mind couldn't.

"If you got up today that would be nice Granger."

I stood up. My body was sore and I was certain the bruises were darker today. Malfoy sighed, obviously I wasn't moving fast enough.

He threw me over his shoulder, and I whimpered slightly as his shoulder hit my bruised stomach.

"You are Hermione Granger, grow up a little!" Malfoy snapped as he carried me down the stairs and set me down in the chair, hard.

I shot him a glare.

"You could have been a little nicer."

He ignored me, "Since you skipped dinner last night, I had the house elves make you a big breakfast."

There was a plate laden with french toast and a container of syrup.

"Why do you have so many muggle things?" I asked as I ate.

Malfoy sat down across from me and folded his hands.

"First of all, syrup is a necessity to everyone's life, but I would appreciate if you didn't mention the sweatpants to my parents," he answered.

"Did you just make a joke?"

"Yes," he answered sharply.

When I didn't say anything else he walked out of the room. He returned a few seconds later with a glass of crystal clear water.

"Drink up," he said, setting the glass on the table in front of me.

Now what was he doing? The question must have shown in my eyes because he sighed and sat down.

"Remember last night? You said you had 'potion laced water' so I got you clear water."

I picked up the glass and studied it closely. It looked so clear and beautiful and I took a sip and proceeded to drink the whole glass. That was what water was supposed to taste like.

"Why'd you do that? I didn't know you'd even listened. In fact, why are you doing this whole thing, I could be dying in the dungeon right now, make a lot of people happy," I whispered. My voice sounded weak and broken.

He stared at me, a spark of annoyance in his gray eyes, because I had referred to his basement as a dungeon and not a cellar no doubt. "Maybe someday I'll tell you. What potion did Bellatrix put in your water?"

"Maybe someday I'll tell you," I answered with a bite in my voice.

He rolled his eyes, "Same as yesterday, I'll be back in a bit."

With that he left the room, probably off to kill innocent children, or torture muggles, or bully younger students. Speaking of which, why wasn't he at Hogwarts? I could add that to the list of questions I knew he would never answer.

I left the now empty plate on the table for the house elves. For the second day in a row I stared at the fire, only today I didn't see the flickering embers.

I saw Harry and Ron's bloody bodies, laying on the ground.

I couldn't keep staying in this room. I couldn't. Wincing, I picked myself up off the floor and started towards the door.

"Miss? Do you need anything?" A squeaky voice asked.

I looked at the house elf, smiling tenderly.

"I could really use a change of clothes," I said to her. She left with a loud crack and I made my way, slowly, to the shower.

Another crack signaled her arrival in the hallway.

"Here you are miss."

She handed me a black dress and a change of undergarments.

"Thank you," I called, but the elf was already gone.

I was not going to wear this dress. I had too many bad memories with dresses, particularly black ones. I would rather keep wearing Malfoy's shirts, and that was saying something, so I snuck into his room and stole a white shirt and black slacks.

He was going to be pissed. But I honestly didn't care, this was testing the truth of his repeated promise not to hurt me. There wasn't much he could do to me anyway, I was too hurt inside.

I made my way back to the bathroom. After several tries I figures out how to turn on the shower and stripped out of my clothes. As I suspected, the bruises had worsened, becoming darker and more pronounced against my skin. The slice down my cheek had scabbed over and fortunately, didn't seem to be infected.

The water was warm against my skin, like blood. Absolutely not. I told myself. I would not think about my nightmare. It felt wonderful to shower on my own, conscious.

There was a bottle of shampoo and conditioner on a shelf. I flipped the lid open and inhaled something that smelled vaguely familiar, kind of like Malfoy. The realization that Malfoy used conditioner struck me and I had to stifle a hysterical laugh. I was loosing it.

I rubbed his hair product through my hair, trying to stop laughing. In reality it wasn't funny, but it was, even though it wasn't.

"Granger! I swear to god! If you used my shampoo and conditioner..." Malfoy yelled through the door.

I shut off the water and threw my clothes on, not bothering to dry off. I was going to die, follow Harry and Ron's footsteps and I didn't need to be dry when I died. I opened the door to Malfoy, arms crossed tapping his foot.

"Let me smell your hair," he snapped.

I took a step back and tried to shut the door again, but he held it open.

"Okay, I used your shampoo... and conditioner... and body wash," I murmured.

"Why?" He sounded pissed.

"I was bored," I answered in a small voice.

"So you decided to-," he stopped. "Are you wearing my clothes!?"

"I was wearing some of your stuff before."

He ran his hand through his hair and sighed. Then he pulled out his wand and I took a step back.

"I am not going to hurt you! For the last time!"

Malfoy waved his wand over my hair and it dried instantly.

"Go back down stairs," he commanded.

I made my way down the steps successfully and sat back down in front of the fire. Malfoy entered the room a few minutes later.

"Don't you eat these these things or something?"

He dropped a pile of books next to me.

"No more wandering around my house," he said and left.

Draco Malfoy had just brought me books to read and had left me still wondering why.

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