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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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I just realised I had this chapter written and hadn't posted it here yet, It's not very long, but its something.

Chapter Three

Whenever Draco brought her food, which was generally every few days, he brought her a tray of transfigured fresh food. It had been two weeks since the first time, and Hermione already felt so much better for the extra nutrients. She was still constantly uncomfortable on hard dirty stone floor, but she felt stronger, and she realised that it wasn’t just because of the extra food; but also because of Draco, she now had hope again. Not hope for herself, because while he was able to bring her food, she knew that he wasn’t about to risk his life in order to get her out of this horrid place. But before, she had lost her faith in all people, Draco had reminded her that not everyone in the world were cruel and heartless animals, she had regained her hope that Voldemort would one day fall, and that the world would be a pleasant place to live once again. Although, she thought, the likelihood that she would be there when that day came was rather slim.

She was thinking about this one day when a Death Eater came down to bring her food, and she must have had a small smile on her face as she thought of Voldemort’s downfall.

The Death Eater had put her tray down for her and scowled at the look on her face.

“What are you smiling about, filth?” he had questioned her while drawing his wand.

This time, instead of lowering her eyes and cowering in front of her torturer, like she had started doing not long after her capture; she looked up and looked him directly in the eyes as he aimed the cruciatus curse at her. She screamed and writhed in pain, her fingernails breaking as she clawed at the floor underneath her.

She had tears of pain running down her cheeks as the curse was lifted, she let out a single sob of fear and pain before she started laughing. Because there was nothing more that they could do to her here, they could only kill her, and wouldn’t that be a blessing in disguise? Her thoughts were no longer about herself, she had accepted that this was her life now and she would most likely die here; now she was thinking about the larger scheme of things and she knew that not everyone in the world were bastards, even if they pretended they were. And these people, these men, who enjoyed seeing her pain, didn’t matter anymore; they couldn’t break her, because she had already been broken.

This new found hope felt like the best feeling in the world, it was a much stronger feeling than the fear and pain, and that’s what enabled her to sit up, turn around and look the man in the eyes once again. She would not cower in her cell when the big bad Death Eaters came to visit, she was stronger than that - even if she had forgotten for a while - and she refused to let them break her any more than they already had.

‘You may tie my hands with chains and my feet with shackles, and put me in the dark prison, but you shall not enslave my thinking, for it is free, like the breeze in the spacious sky’ she quoted to herself before she spat at the man through the cell bars and was immediately slammed back to the floor; her back arching in pain, but this time she clenched her teeth together and only let out a strangled groan, rather than a full on scream as pain racked her body.

She lay there panting for a moment when the pain stopped before rolling over to see the edge of the man’s black cloak disappearing up the stairs. Her body slumped and she stayed there for a moment, recovering still, before gingerly crawling to the tray of food, wincing at the pain in her bloodied fingers as she brought the cup to her cracked lips.

A few days later, she woke from a fitful sleep to hear someone stomping loudly down the stairs. She quickly sat up; she had discovered early on that Death Eaters tended to think that the sight of her waking suddenly to the cruciatus curse was highly entertaining.

But when she looked up to see who had come to torment her this time, she saw Draco standing there a look of hatred on his face as he cast what she assumed were numerous silencing charms around the room before he put his wand away, punched one the dungeon walls – bloodying his knuckles in the process – and screamed through his teeth, letting out his frustrations. Her eyes widened at the sight of him, panting and furious, she was sure that had he been a girl or even a feminine man he would have been stomping his feet instead of punching things.

He still hadn’t looked at her when he started to yell.

“I hate him, I hate him! I hate them all!” He took a deep breath before he turned his face towards her. He took out his wand and double checked the wards he had put up when he came down. Before he asked her something that completely shocked her, she knew that he wasn’t all bad, but she had never thought that he would completely turn his back on the life he had lived for so long. “How do I join the Order of the Phoenix? How do I make them trust me? I can’t take this anymore! I want out of this life. Tell me what I have to do to get out of here!” He demanded answers from her before he slid down the wall behind him and sat there with his head in his hands.

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"You may tie my hands with chains and my feet with shackles, and put me in the dark prison, but you shall not enslave my thinking, for it is free, like the breeze in the spacious sky." - Kahlil Gibran

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