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Draco's Prisoner	By : caseyjarryn Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 22058 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-I
- 2-II
- 3-III
- 4-IV
- 5-V
- 6-VI
- 7-VII
- 8-VIII
- 9-IX
- 10-X
- 11-XI
- 12-XII
- 13-XIII
- 14-XIV
- 15-XV
- 16-XVI
- 17-XVII
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A/N: Hey Guys!! I'm so sorry for the long wait!! You can thank my beta WickedDiSaster for coming back from her trip and giving me the push I needed to get back to writing again! :) .... enjoy!

Chapter 11

Hermione followed Draco into the tent and gasped at the size of the interior, no matter how long she had been in the wizarding world, there were some things she never got used to.

While on the outside the tent looked like an old fashioned muggle A-frame, the inside was as big as an average house and just as lavishly decorated as Malfoy Manor.

They had stepped into a long, lushly carpeted, hallway; there were two doors on each side of the hall and one at the end of the hall opposite the entrance.

“The bathroom is at the end of the hall” said Draco, “I imagine that after so long in that dungeon you’ll want a bath.”

Hermione could only nod as he led her towards the room at the end of the hall. Being somewhere so nice and clean made her realise just how disgustingly dirty she felt.

The strengthening potions must have been wearing off, or at least the adrenaline that had been pumping through her system was finally subsiding as her legs were feeling shaky, she was relieved when she got to the bathroom without tripping over her feet.

The bathroom was almost as big as the prefects’ bathroom had been at Hogwarts; there was a large sunken bath in the centre of the room, piles of fluffy towels on shelves on the far wall, and a door on each of the side walls.

“The doors both lead to the toilets, which are each also connected to a bedroom.” Explained Draco, who had leaned down and started to turn on several taps, one of the taps just seemed to be pouring hot water in the bath, another was gushing sweetly scented and lavender tinged water and the third tap was pouring bubbles into the large tub.

In no time at all the bath was full, Draco had handed her a towel, instructed her to dip her wand into the water to adjust the temperature and had left the room.

Hermione slowly stripped off her ragged and dirty clothes and slipped into the soft, perfectly heated water.

She lay there for about 15 minutes before she realised that she had tears slowly running down her face. She wasn’t used to feeling defenceless and during her time in the dungeon she hadn’t once felt like she had any control, she hated that she had been weak and she hated that she had been caught in the first place.

Her mind wandered back to the night that she was caught, the Order had been informed of a Death Eater raid that was to happen in a small muggle village; but when she, Ron and four other order members had arrived to attempt to stop them they had been surrounded.

The others had fought the Death Eaters while Hermione worked to lift the Anti-Apparition wards that had been put in place as soon as they arrived, not an easy task, especially while under attack; but she had succeeded and yelled for them to Disapparate.

Right before she could follow her own advice a stunning spell had hit her, and that was that, she fought back for a minute as the stunner wore off but she was entirely outnumbered and before she knew it she was wandless and tied up with magical ropes being transported to the seemingly abandoned building that she had first been held prisoner in.

Hermione shook off the memories, it would do her no good to berate herself for not being a second quicker, she knew that if it happened again she would probably still be that second too slow, as she had had to make sure that everyone else managed to get away first; it was in her nature, no matter how stupid and life threatening, she would always put others before herself.

She was startled out of her thoughts when there was a knock on the bathroom door; “I’m leaving some clean clothes outside the door, you will have to magically resize them for yourself though, as they were Pansy’s from about eight years ago and I’m afraid they’re all I could find.” Called Draco’s through the door.

Hermione mumbled something in response before she swatted at her tear streaked cheeks and started actually washing herself with the washcloth and soap that were sitting on the edge of the bath.

When her skin was a bright pink from being washed so thoroughly, she stepped out of the water and wrapped herself in the thick towel before opening the door a crack to grab the clothes that had been left outside it.

The robes were indeed far too small, but they were rather plain and elegant, not the childlike clothing she had expected to find. She would have felt better in muggle clothing, but the robes were far better than putting on her own soiled clothing.

After untangling and drying her unruly hair with her wand Hermione stepped out of the bathroom on still wobbly legs, into the hallway to find Draco, and hopefully something to eat.

She peered into the first two rooms and as she expected found the two bedrooms, she continued down the hall, occasionally using the walls to steady herself, and peered into the room on the left, which she found to be a spacious living area with couches and a fireplace.

It was in the last room on the right hand side of the hallway that she found Draco; he was standing at the stove in a combined kitchen and dining area.

She smiled at the unusual sight of Draco Malfoy cooking, “You know how to cook?” She asked him from the doorway.

Draco turned and smiled “Don’t tell my parents, I’m sure they would think it awfully common of me, but when I was younger I asked one of the house elves to teach me; it made playing ‘muggles’ that much more realistic”

The mention of Draco’s parents had Hermione remembering the scene back at the Manor, but she shrugged it off and instead focussed on the last part of his sentence, “You used to play at being a muggle?” She asked, completely amazed.

If Draco noticed her initial hesitation he didn’t show it, “Yeah, Pansy and I used to when we were little” he grinned, “we used to put this tent up in the Manor gardens and pretend we were a muggle couple.” The grin turned into more of a grimace as he added, “I’m sure if either of our parents knew what we were playing they would have put a stop to it, but all they cared about was that we weren’t being a nuisance.”

Hermione cleared her throat, and forced a smile, not wanting Draco to dwell on the issue of his parents. “So, this is where you learned to cook then?” she asked.

“Mostly” he nodded, “but I also used to go down to the kitchens in the Manor.”

Hermione came further into the room and gingerly leant against the dining room table, “So, what are you cooking today?”

“I didn’t think you would want anything too rich, so just a simple beef stew. It should be ready soon; there’s some bread and butter if you want something while we wait.”

Hermione only ate quite a small portion of the thick stew, as she wasn’t used to large meals after living off almost nothing for so long; but she thought that it was just about the best meal she had ever tasted, it was certainly the best meal she had had since she had been captured.

“I’m sorry about the clothes” Draco said once they had moved into the lounge room and he had started a fire in fireplace. “I should have thought to bring some for you”

Hermione assured him that it was fine, and they fell into a light conversation about nothing that was important.

Before Hermione knew it, her exhaustion caught up with her and the fires warmth lulled her to sleep.

Draco watched as sleep came over Hermione, her head nodded back and her breathing evened out; the firelight flickering over her gaunt features.

He was rather exhausted himself, although it was still only early afternoon, but running for your life will tend to do that to you; not that he had had to run for his own life after escaping the Manor, Hermione had done that for the both of them.

He looked back over at the witch, who looked so frail that it was astonishing that they had even made it out of the Manor, let alone off the grounds and all the way to a safe deserted patch of woods.

He stood and walked over to her, carefully picking her up her light frame and carrying her towards the bedrooms.

Hermione stirred as she felt herself being lifted, her eyes opening to see the curve of Malfoy’s neck and the strong line of his jaw before they drifted shut again and she snuggled against him.

Her last thought before she let sleep completely overtake her, was that they would have to think up a very good way to prove that he really was trustworthy, but that that could wait until tomorrow.

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A/N: This was a bit of a filler chapter, but I felt like there were some important pieces of information in there, and our two favourite characters definitely needed a bit of R&R!! I hope you enjoyed it anyway! :) I'd love to hear your thoughts! and feel free to yell at me for the long wait... sometimes I need to be pestered in order to gain the motivation to do anything!! haha! Love to you all, I hope you all had a great christmas/new year (yes, I know it was a while ago!! haha) xoxox
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