"Ugh!" Hermione breathed heavily as she appeared out of Malfoy's prison room.

Harry and Ron were the first to notice her anxiety.

"That bad?" Ron guessed with a bit of pity in his voice which led Hermione to shoot him a very deathly glare.

He took a step back, careful not to become too close to her, and tried to smile. Hermione knew that he kept his distance when she was in a state like this.

She groaned loudly and continued, "He had the audacity to threaten me when I healed him. He would have been dead! I should have let that prick rot."

Hermione sat down with the boys and poured herself a glass of water, not even bothering with the fact that she was shaking with anger. Harry eyed her nervously before patting her gently on her shoulder, trying to calm her down.

"You want me to assign someone else on the job?" Harry asked. "I can tell Seamus to do it." He laughed softly as if imagining Seamus and Malfoy in the same room together. There would be flames and a whole mess of hexes, of course.

The aggravated witch shook her head rapidly. "No, no" she denied. "I can handle this. It's a simple job- to babysit Malfoy. I mean, it's easier than catching horcruxes, right?"

Harry and Ron chuckled at her comparison and Ron added, "Well, I think making sure Malfoy doesn't wet the bed is much harder than hunting for You-Know-Who's souls."

And they all laughed together in agreement. That same moment of bliss that happened last night reappeared and Hermione felt safe and composed again. She could recall the time she and the boys snuck out to Hagrid's at Hogwarts and had tea together. They shared stories and memories that either ended with tears of laughter or tears of sorrow. But that was a great time- a time she still can't seem to let go because it was the only thing that kept her sane.

As the Golden Trio finally calmed down, a fatigued voice called out.

"Hermione?" Terry Boot breathed. He sounded like a whisper, like he was close to falling asleep.

Hermione whipped her head around and met his eyes. Oh god, his eyes. They were so lifeless and lost that she felt her chest heave with pain. Her whole brain was stinging with the reminder that she broke his heart. And with the whole war going on, she may as well have broken him.

"Yeah?" She asked, unsurely.

"Can-May I talk to you for a second?" He requested. "Alone?"

"Sure," the witch responded and nodded at the boys a 'goodnight'. They smiled at her reassuringly and left the room and headed off to bed.

Hermione hesitated before she decided to walk over to him instead of sitting five feet away. "Wha-what's wrong?" she faltered. Merlin, she felt like her chest was going to pop out of anxiety and pressure. This was too much for her. She felt so guilty that it was nearly eating her alive.

"Oh," he said. "I just-I just wanted to know how you were. You know, since I've been gone."

She thought back at the times he wasn't around the tent. Things were pretty much the same. She wasn't really affected by the break-up to the point that she was crying herself to sleep at night but she was the same. Exhausted. Nervous. Scared.

"Um, I've been fine" she lied.

Terry nodded at this and then turned to look at her face. She noticed that he was starring directly at her eyes. He was trying to figure out what was on her mind and it was driving her insane.

The tall wizard tried to smile and said very softly, "I missed you."

Gulp. There that was. Hermione knew how much he had missed her. And she will forever hold that guilt in her throat because she knew she could never miss him like he missed her. She knew she could never love him like he does.

"I missed you, too" she said truthfully. It had been a long time since she last saw him and she would admit that she wanted to see him again- to make sure he was alive.

And his smile grew a thousand miles. It was like he just won a lottery or something. "You know," he said. "I thought about what happened last time and-

"Terry-

Hermione tried to stop him. He was going to bring up so many memories and it was going to kill her because she was the monster that destroyed it.

He seemed to ignore her. "I just wanted to see if we can try it again. I mean-

"Terry-

"I thought we were great together-

"No-

"And it was really nice to have you around-

"Stop-

"I think if we give it another go, we'd do much better-

"Come on-

"What's the muggle saying 'Second time's the charm', right-

"TERRY!" she practically shouted and quickly covered her mouth and silently prayed that no one heard her, everyone was sleeping.

The wizard froze suddenly. "What-

"Stop," she pleaded. "I'm so sorry, Terry. I can't. We can't."

The emotion was building up so much and she knew that any minute she was going to explode. Her chest was rising up and down, breathing so heavily that she looked as if she just finished an intense quidditch match.

"Well, why not?" he tried.

"Because," she answered loosely.

"Because what?" he wanted more. He was nearly alive now and his eyes were just a tad bit more awake than before.

"BECAUSE IT WAS ALL FOR SEX!" she yelled. Oh lord, the whole tent should be awake by now.

Terry looked taken back and shook his head. "No, no it wasn't."

"Terry, admit it," she said. "There wasn't really anything. We just needed someone in bed at night to take away the nightmares, okay. I know it was stupid and inappropriate but now it's over and we can forget about it."

He wouldn't stop. "But-

"We have more important things to worry about, Terry." Hermione reminded and mumbled a 'goodnight' before she lashed away to bed.

Draco Malfoy was not a happy man. Hell, he couldn't even remember the first time he's ever been happy. Okay, maybe when he got his Hogwarts letter and joined the quidditch team.

But fuck, was it necessary to make that much noise at night?

He woke up from his stupid prison room after trying recklessly to get the fuck out of that place. It didn't work. The walls were like stone. He even tried wandless magic. And…nothing.

There was loud shouting from outside his room and he walked over to the door to listen into whoever the hell was making the ruckus. He grunted thinking about how uncomfortable his jail was.

If they wanted him prisoner, they should have at least given him a decent fucking room.

There was louder yelling from outside…

AND KEEP THE NOISE DOWN!

"Ugh!" the blond smashed his ear to the face of the door and listened in to the conversation.

It was Granger's voice and some Terry guy he didn't find familiar.

"I'm so sorry, Terry. I can't. We can't."

"Well, why not?"

"Because,"

"Because what?"

"BECAUSE IT WAS ALL FOR SEX!"

Draco's face was completely priceless. He showed a remote amount of disgust and annoyance that if someone took a picture of it, it'd cost a thousand gallons.

A mudblood having sex? How uncanny. How…repulsive…

He felt his stomach become sick and he felt like he was going to throw up. Who would ever touch a filthy mudblood? Especially Granger and her virginity level as high as the sun…Disgusting, someone actually deflowered that mutt? Okay, he was going to throw up all over the carpet, not like it was going to make it worse or anything- the carpet was hideous. Draco tried to breathe slowly and calmly.

Don't let the Light ruin your night, Draco. They're scum anyways.

"Hopefully," Draco thought. "Tomorrow will be a better day."

"Malfoy,"

Draco grunted in rejection as he covered his face with his pillow. He just wanted some sleep damnnit.

"Malfoy," the voice tried again.

He groaned. "Not now Tulip-

There was a small gasp and then suddenly Draco was drenched in ice cold water. His whole body jolted awake like lightning and his eyes popped right out of his face to see a very angry Hermione Granger and her wand, dripping wet from the tip, and pointing right at him.

"You have a house elf!" she yelled. "That's repulsive. I bet you don't even pay the poor creature. They deserve some respect and-

"SHUT UP!" he roared. "MERIN, YOU ARE SO BLOODY LOUD!" He covered his ears as if he just heard Lord Voldemort's voice, himself.

"I CAN BE AS LOUD AS I MAY AS WELL WANT, MALFOY!" she practically screamed. "Now get out of bed and take a shower. You stink."

Draco's face lightened. "I can go?"

The witch smirked. "Yeah, and then I'm going to hand over myself to You-Know-Who and declare my love for quidditch,"

His face darkened and warned, "Don'talk to me like I'm stupid, Granger."

"Well, don't ask stupid questions, Malfoy" she responded. "The bathroom is down the hall, go shower, and then meet Harry and I in the kitchen."

She then added, "The tent entrance is secured by Ron and the some other aurors. If you try to make a run for it….Well, I don't think you can, Malfoy." Her tone was ridiculously challenging but Draco knew that he wouldn't stand a chance with a bunch of trained professionals.

"See you at breakfast!" Granger added cheerfully. Too cheerfully.

Aw fuck he was going to have one hell of a morning.

Author's Notes:

Thank you so much for reading my very first fan-fic. I hope you like it so far.

BTW:

The tent is sort of like a house. There will be rooms, a kitchen, a living room, and everything. I wanted to try to add a more "comfortable" way to hunt horcruxes instead of staying a lame old tent. Plus, I added the Order crew into the hunt to make it more interesting.

In case anyone was wondering how I got the idea: I was just thinking. There are a lot of fan fics where Hermione is captured. Why not make one where Draco is?

Anyways thanks for everything. Please review! They make my day!