A/N: Hey, it's DracoLurver-MrsFelton! I actually wrote an entire chapter this time, too, which is good My writing style is a bit different from DominoTyler's but oh well. I hope you enjoy!

Draco woke with a start, shaking. He had been dreaming of his parents, who were begging for him to come home. Eventually, they twisted and changed into the Dark Lord, who was hissing at him, telling his snake to attack. Right as the snake was about to rip his head from his body, his eyes had fluttered open, yet they saw nothing but darkness. As his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, he became aware he was lying on the cold, hard ground. But he wasn't in his den in the park anymore; he was on the floor of an unrecognisable room. He tried to sit up to get a better look at the room, but a searing pain flew through his arm. Lying back down, he tried to remember everything that had happened since he'd left his small patch of bushes, however long ago that was.

He'd gotten into a fight with a few Death Eaters, he could remember that much, though the details were a little fuzzy. He'd stayed to fight, he didn't want to be marked a coward. And he remembered Apparating away, but nothing else. Where was he? The room seemed sort of familiar; though he was sure it was just his head looking for a reason to feel safe. As he lay on the floor, staring up at the celling, he tried to think of all the possible places he could be, but none would come to him. He wouldn't be back at Malfoy Manor, or he'd be dead, probably. The Order would have done the same thing. Had Muggles taken him in, not knowing who he was? Or was it some foolish old warlock? Ideas flew around in his head, but he couldn't decide on any. Eventually he gave up and listened to his surroundings. It was then he became aware of slow, deep breathing coming from somewhere else in the room. He rolled onto his stomach, trying to find the source.

He looked up around him again and noticed the end of a large bed in the corner of the room. Draco took a deep breath and tried to crawl towards it. The floor creaked as he placed the palms of his hands on the floorboards and pulled himself towards it. He grabbed the end board and pulled himself upwards. Staggering and leaning on the board, he looked down at his saviour. Squinting through the darkness he saw a small woman lying on top of the covers. He couldn't see her face, but there was no mistaking that bushy hair.

'Granger?' He thought, quite shocked. And then it came to him; he was at Grimmauld Place! How could he have been so stupid? Of course the Order had taken him in, they weren't just going to leave an escaped Death Eater on their doorstep; they were kinder than the Death Eaters. It was then all the details of his fight came back to him, how he had escaped and Apparated to Number 12, hoping for some help.

He looked back at Granger, then around the room. He could see the door, almost next to where he had been lying before. Slowly crawling over to it, he groped for the handle and turned it; he needed to get out of here.

"Don't even think about it Malfoy."

He turned around and saw Granger standing up next to her bed, wand pointed at him.

"You leave, you die. You know that right?" She said, glaring at him through the darkness. Draco nodded sheepishly and watched as Granger flicked the lights on with her wand. He tried to open his mouth to speak, but when he tried, he found his mouth dry and his lips swollen. Instead, he sent her a questioning look.

"We took you in after you showed up at our doorstep, Malfoy. We're keeping you here. For now, at least. We need to question you. You're in no fit state to leave. The Order has been kind enough to you to let you stay here, with me, in my room. You won't leave the room. Ever. I will bring you meals and unlock the door to the bathroom-" she motioned to another door on her left, "twice a day. Don't bother trying to Appartate out, because you can't. Don't try to leave the room when I'm not here, because you're in a house full of members of the Order and there's been an enchantment placed on the door. We've taken your wand. You're stuck, Malfoy." She spat each word at him, obviously furious.

"Just because you're in my room, doesn't mean we're friends or anything of the sort. I'm guarding you. You're to lie here and get better until you're able to answer to our questioning. Then we'll make our decision." She stopped talking for a second, clearly thinking of what to say next. "Lie down and get some rest. I'll bring you some healing potions that I see fit. Good bye, Malfoy." She said, walking over to where he was standing. She grabbed his arm, perhaps a little harder than necessary, and helped him over to the bed she had been lying on. She threw the covers over him and left, flicking the lights off as she left.

As Draco lay in the dark, his silver eyes drooped and he was soon fast asleep.

Hermione stormed into the kitchen, so outraged that she didn't notice the lights were on and someone was already occupying the room.

"Hello, Hermione."

She whirled around, wand raised, prepared for an attack.

"Oh, it's just you. Hi, Harry." She sighed.

"Tough night?" He asked sympathetically.

"Yeah," She said, pointing her wand to the stove. The flame flickered on and Hermione slumped onto a chair, watching as magic made a hot chocolate for her. They sat in silence for a few minutes, and soon Hermione was sipping her drink.

"So Malfoy," Harry broke the silence. "Did you find out what happened to him yet?"

"No, but he was awake when I left. I knew he wouldn't properly be able to escape, so I just left the room." Harry gave her a look. "Oh alright Harry, I know it probably wasn't a smart thing to do but I needed some space. Looking at him sickens me. Look what he's become! Remember back in first year, when he used to taunt us? I would prefer that Malfoy over dangerous, Death Eater Malfoy who sleeps in my bedroom…"

"Hermione, you raise a fair point, but you can't leave him in there by himself. Even if he was too hurt to escape, he could be planning something, searching the room maybe."

"I know he could be!" Hermione said, raising her voice slightly. "But if you want to go babysit him, be my guest!"

"No – I – Hermione -," Harry stuttered.

"Exactly." She said, nodding her head as she proved her point. "Now, what's the time? I have things to do."

"Uh," Harry glanced at his watch. "A quarter past five. A tad early, I think. What do you have to do, anyway?"

"Oh, just a few errands."

"Like what?" Harry asked, looking genuinely curious.

"Nothing, nothing. Forget about it."

"But what, Hermione?" He pressed.

"Just leave it, please." She said, starting to get frustrated.

"Look, just don't do anything stupid and dangerous, alright."

She snorted. "Don't be hypocritical, Harry."

"Sorry, but I don't want you getting hurt over something stupid. It's alright if it's me, I guess, but…" He trailed off.

"Yes?"

"Just promise me you won't do anything stupid, Hermione! You're my best friend and I don't want you dead."

"Merlin, Harry! You don't even know what I'm going to do! For all you know, I'm going out shopping with Ginny!"

"But you're not, are you?"

"Well, erm, no. But it's nothing like what you're thinking of."

Harry opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted by a sleepy looking Remus Lupin, who had just walked into the room.

"Would you two be a little quieter please?"

"Oh Remus, so sorry! Did we wake you?" Hermione said, concerned.

"No, no. I was having trouble sleeping anyway. I supposed we could get started on that thing you had to do, now Hermione? I know you don't need my help, after all, but I want to be a part of the project…"

"Of course!" Hermione said, jumping to her feet. "Harry could watch Malfoy for me, couldn't you?"

"Yes, yes, he'll be fine with a little babysitting." Remus said, ushering Hermione out of the room.

"Wait!" Harry called after them. "Where are you going? What are you doing? Hermione, I'll kill you if you don't get back in one piece!"