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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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Chapter Two

Draco hated life as a Death Eater, as the Dark Lords servant, and feeling like he was his father’s property, rather than his own person. He couldn’t do anything for himself; anything he did had to benefit the Dark Lord – or his father.

He had never liked torturing people for the fun of it, and these days he felt sick when people who he had known his entire life found joy in causing other people pain.

He didn’t even believe in the Dark Lord’s cause anymore, ever since Hogwarts, he had started to question his family’s beliefs. Hermione Granger – the very woman who was imprisoned in the basement of Malfoy Manor at this very minute – had taught him that muggle-borns were no different than purebloods. She had always been the top of their class at school, and no matter how hard he tried he could never beat her at academics. He had been better than her in one class – potions; but Draco thought that that was probably only because he was Severus Snape’s favourite student, and Granger had been one of his least favourite, despite her ability.

Draco sighed, he didn’t know what to do about his situation; he didn’t want to continue serving the Dark Lord, but he didn’t really have another option, he couldn’t go to the Order as he would never be trusted, and Voldemort would end up finding him if he just ran away and went into hiding, and however much he hated watching others being tortured he would prefer to watch – or even do the torturing – than be the victim of the torturer.

The first time he had taken her food to her he had done it because he had to go down to get Mulciber anyway so he had taken the tray from the Death Eater who was about to take it down.

When he saw how weak and scared she looked he couldn’t quite believe that it was the same person that he had known in school. The girl he knew had been strong willed and tough, she would never have given up hope the way the woman cowering in front of him had.

He immediately felt a huge amount of rage towards the people who had done this to her, he felt even more fed up with Voldemort and the whole damn war.

He hadn’t gone down again after that, not wanting to see the fear and pain in her now dull eyes that used to flash with emotion – generally anger and irritation when she had looked at him, but emotion nonetheless. He had been sent on a task for the Dark Lord and had been away for a week, when he got back he was asked to go and find Rowle as he was needed by Lucius. Draco had walked half way down the stairs and seen the brute purposefully spill Granger's water. He probably shouldn’t have said anything; he wasn’t supposed to care about anything that happened to the Mudblood, but he was overtaken by anger towards the Death Eater and the life he was in, yet again. So he demanded that Rowle clean it up and refill her glass and made sure he did it, he could see the surprise and the gratefulness in her eyes again, just as he had two weeks prior. And it made him feel better than he had in a long time, he realised that being able to help someone instead of hurting them gave him an incredible feeling; as though he wasn’t all evil, that the world wasn’t all evil. The look in her eyes gave him back his hope, and made him want to strive to make the world a better place.

He still didn’t know how that was possible for someone in his position though, and it made him even more frustrated than before.

New Death Eaters came to stay at the Manor, and he knew that they were going down to the dungeons and torturing Granger, he was pretty sure that if he saw them in the act of ripping screams from her throat he would try to stop them; and he couldn’t do that as the Death Eaters would start to question his loyalty to their Lord; so he didn’t go back down for a few days. And when he did eventually go down to see her he made sure that he knew that no one was there.

He wished he hadn’t gone down when he saw her struggle to her feet, only to collapse again a moment later panting for breath. He left as soon as he could, unable to bear the sight of her so weak and helpless.

After that day his visits to her became fairly regular, he would bring her food to her every few days. If she was looking particularly weak he left soon after handing her the food, other times he sometimes stayed for a little while, leaning or sitting against the wall. He knew that this woman was probably the only person in the whole house that shared his views on everything.

He started enjoying his visits to her more as she became more comfortable in his presence; she sometimes even smiled when he came in.

She was looking slightly better these days, and Draco felt an odd sense of pride that it was most likely because he had been giving her extra water most days he went down.

During dinner one night the Dark Lord had organized for there to be some ‘entertainment’ as it was the fourth anniversary of his resurrection. The entertainment consisted of five female muggles, they looked as though they ranged from about 10 years old to 30 years old.

His fellow Death Eaters had a wonderful time after dinner torturing and raping the unfortunate muggles. Draco found it hard to keep his dinner down, and was trying as hard as he could to look as though he was enjoying the sight and sound of their terror and pain.

He obviously hadn’t done as good a job as he had hoped as his father had sent him a few odd looks, but thankfully no one had asked him about his lack of enjoyment. He was also glad that no one had asked him why he wasn’t joining in the ‘fun’.

That night when he had been excused to go to bed he had been angry and frustrated at himself for not being able to do anything. He knew he would never be able to help in situations like that but was sure that there must be something he could do. And realised that he may not be able to make a huge difference in the war, but there was one witch who he had enough access to that he would easily be able to help her without being found out.

So the next time Draco took a tray down to Granger he filled it with fresh food that had been cooked for his family for lunch that day and he transfigured it to look the same as it usually did so that he did not arouse suspicion.

He was nervous as he took the tray of food to her and didn’t look her in the eye as he entered, just handed her the tray and left as quickly as he could.

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A/N: I know it wasn't long, but I hope you enjoyed it, let me know what you think :o)
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