Sorry this update was so late at night! My computer was having issues. My Google chrome will not work and I have to do everything on Internet Explorer. Ugh!

Thank you for the reviews, follows, and favorites guys, they make me so happy.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

After I had read Hogwarts: A History again a house elf I hadn't seen before brought me more homemade soup and buttered bread.

Somehow I kept forgetting I was still a captive in this house, and while I was here, despite what Malfoy said, I was never going to be safe. If I had somewhere to go I would be formulating an escape plan, but I didn't. Going to the Weasleys would only endanger them more and for all I knew they could be dead. My parents were in Australia with no memory of me but returning to them would get them killed no matter what.

I was stuck here. If I was lucky, Malfoy would kill me before his parents and Bellatrix got home. Without Harry there was no chance of defeating Voldemort. I had a theory that some of Voldemort was inside of Harry and only Voldemort could destroy it. Now that Harry was dead, that piece of Voldemort's soul would live forever.

If I was unlucky, Bellatrix and Malfoy would slowly torture me to death or I would be killed for being muggle born.

Either way I was as good as dead.

I sat, staring at one page for awhile, pondering these depressing thoughts and realizing I could die whenever Malfoy got tired of me.

"You haven't turned the page in at least twenty minutes," Malfoy drawled.

I whipped my head around, not realizing he was in the room. The wounded, right side of my face bounced off of something hard. His knee. I was so preoccupied with death I hadn't noticed him sitting down on the couch right behind me.

"Oh god! Ow," I moaned, clutching my face.

It didn't seem to be bleeding but it still hurt.

"You're allowed to put a bandage or something on that. The scar will be bad enough as it is," he said.

I slid away from him. Even though I liked to think I had made my peace with dying I wasn't going to ask for death just yet.

"Why do you care?" I whispered, keeping my eyes on the floor.

I was a Gryffindor for gods sake and I couldn't even look up at Malfoy. Sometimes I disgust myself.

"Because everytime I look at it, I see that your blood is red," He answered calmly and stood up.

I rolled my eyes, knowing full well that wasn't the only reason.

"Don't roll your eyes at me Granger!"

He took a step towards me and I moved further back, terrified. He sighed and pulled me to my feet.

"Repeat after me," he ordered. "Draco isn't going to hurt me."

"Draco isn't going to hurt me," I said, but my voice was still shaking and it was obvious I didn't believe my own words.

He sighed again. Malfoy sighed a lot I'd noticed.

"Dinner. This time without any arguments," he said.

Malfoy let me walk to the table myself, but stayed by my side the whole couple yards to the dining room. For a moment I allowed myself to labor under the delusion that he could actually care for me, even just a tiny bit. Then I felt a twinge of pain on my bruised shoulder and pushed that thought aside.

I made sure my hair was hiding the bruise on my neck. Luckily it had been covered when I got out of the shower and when Malfoy snuck up on me. He knew what he had done but for some reason I just didn't feel like letting the bruise show.

Like last night the elves had made a huge meal for us.

"What do you do all day?" I asked.

"What do you think I do?" he answered, irritably.

"I don't know, torture bunnies or something."

He laughed but there was no humor in it. "I do my schoolwork, it's spring semester. You may have noticed I'm not at Hogwarts, instead I'm here looking after my house. But with the way Hogwarts is run, I could be torturing bunnies tomorrow for all I know."

I started to ask another question and he cut me off.

"Just eat and stop talking."

I ate and then we made our way upstairs. I tucked myself into the corner while Malfoy headed across the hall, presumably to shower.

"HARRY!"

I sat back against the wall as I was awaken by my second nightmare that night.

Rubbing my eyes, I tried to calm down. My breathing was labored as I tried in vain to go back to sleep. I didn't want to sleep if that was what would greet me in my dreams.

So I stood by the window the rest of the night, staring out at the moon. And that was where I was when Malfoy woke up in the morning. He looked like he was in a crappy mood.

"Everytime! Everytime you scream and wake up, so do I!" he snarled at me and stomped out of the room.

"Sorry, I'll try to dream of more unicorns and rainbows and worry less about how long I'm going to survive as a mudblood with no friends!" I yelled after him, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

A door banged open and Malfoy came storming into the room. Why couldn't I control my mouth?

I vaguely registered he was shirtless as he stalked up to me.

"Do not ever call yourself that! Do you understand me? Never!" He shouted.

His face was a few inches from mine and I shrunk a little further back.

"Sorry," I squeaked.

He took a few steps back and ran his hands through his blonde hair.

I went back to staring out the window, feeling uncomfortable with the fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt. Not even that he wasn't wearing a shirt, but that I found myself thinking how attractive he was. I was going to make myself be sick. This is Malfoy I was talking about. Malfoy.

When I looked away from the window he was buttoning up a new shirt.

"Sorry," he whispered.

"What?" I said hardly believing I'd heard what I just thought I'd heard.

"I said sorry for yelling at you," Malfoy snapped.

I was still pretty sure I had misheard him.

"Just don't call yourself that," he added.

"Okay?" It came out as more of a question.

I followed him down the stairs, this time managing them alone, to breakfast. The elves didn't have anything made so I went for the very simple bagel and cream cheese while he headed off to do schoolwork.

Taking the bagel and a glass of water with me I chose another book, one I hadn't read before, and sat down in front of the fire.

The book was full of all sorts of wizarding fairy tales. It wasn't The Tales of the Beedle and the Bard but it was very similar in content. I found comparing wizarding fairy tales to muggle fairy tales was quite interesting. I couldn't believe I didn't do it before.

I could almost hear Harry and Ron sighing as I explained the similarities-. No Harry and Ron thoughts I told myself. It hurts to much.

"Granger! Come here!" Malfoy yelled from across the house.

I set down the book and started towards the dining room where I assumed he was yelling at me from.

"Put these on," he handed me a pair of shoes and I nervously put them on. "And the coat, it's still cold out."

"You're taking me outside?" I asked, staring at the heavy coat.

"No! We're going back to the cellar," he hissed sarcastically.

I somehow missed most of the sarcasm and took several steps back. My knees hit a chair and I fell back and onto the floor. He stared at me while I picked myself up, realizing he wasn't serious.

"Not funny," my voice shook.

He ignored me and just gestured for me to hurry up.

I shrugged on the coat and we stepped out into the sunlight. It burned at first, then became more bearable.

When I could see clearly I noticed the grounds of the manor were gorgeous. Here and there flowers bloomed and the grass was rich and green. Off to the side there was a pond surrounded with purple flowers and a few maple trees. It was spring and it was beautiful.

I looked up at Malfoy. not really sure what he was doing bringing me outside.

"I don't know either," his voice sounded defensive. "So don't even ask."

I walked around for a little, basking in the sunlight, and then we went back inside. I ate lunch as usual and he disappeared off somewhere again. And the moment was gone just like that.

Three weeks in captivity, three days in semi freedom, and Malfoy was acting odd. I don't think people changed in that short of time. But maybe they do. It took one incident to make me best friends with Ron and Harry.

But this was Malfoy, the manipulative Slytherin prince.

He didn't change. I covered the bruise on my neck with my hair. He would never change.

So I hope you liked it. Keep the reviews coming, I love them and all of my readers. I'll try to update soon. Leave reviews! Have a great day! (You aren't obligated to though, it's just a suggestion)