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Draco's Prisoner	By : caseyjarryn Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 22057 -:- 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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Draco’s Prisoner

Summary: Not only was Hermione a prisoner in Draco’s family home, Malfoy Manor, but the Malfoy heir had also managed to capture her heart.

Chapter One

Hermione groaned as she awoke on the cold stone floor of the dungeons, her body aching and stiff. Her lips were chapped and bloody, she tried to sooth them by wetting them with her tongue, but her mouth was so dry that she didn’t achieve anything by licking them.

Her stomach grumbled hungrily, she was only given a very small and unsatisfactory meal once each day, along with a glass of water, it was enough to keep her alive, but not much more than that.

She had been captured in an ambush approximately 6 weeks ago and had first been taken to an abandoned building, that some of the Death Eaters had been using for a home, before being transported via side-along apparition to Malfoy Manor where she estimated she had been for slightly over a month.

Despite the fact that she was being held prisoner in their home, she hadn’t seen any of the Malfoy’s once during her time there so far. Her only human interaction was with the Death Eater’s who came to taunt, tease and torture her, and she didn’t know if it could be considered ‘human’ interaction given that the men acted more like animals than people. She was relieved that the frequency of these visits had lessened now, clearly the novelty of having one of the ‘Golden Trio’ held prisoner was wearing off.

She heard footsteps coming down the stairs that led to the dungeons, and she desperately hoped that it was someone bringing her daily rations to her, and not another Death Eater come to taunt and torture her. She groaned – no food just yet – it was one of the Death Eaters who came down to ‘visit’ her the most and a Death Eater buddy of his, whom she didn’t think she had seen before; although she didn’t always remember their faces. She assumed that they were here to gawk and laugh at her in her pitiful state; she was feeling a lot like a badly treated animal in a zoo these days.

She noticed that the Death Eater she hadn’t seen before was stroking his wand and had lustful desire in his eyes, not lust for her body, which really wasn’t much to look at these days, but lust for her blood, and her screams. She prepared herself for a pain filled day; tears already pricking her eyes as she sat huddled on the floor anticipating the agony that she would have to endure.

“Cruc...” Hermione squeezed her eyes shut, terrified. But the Death Eater was interrupted before he could finish the curse.

“Mulciber” a familiar drawl met her ears. “My father needs you in his study” Malfoy was standing halfway down the stairs, and Hermione could only just make him out in the dimly lit room. When the Death Eater, Mulciber, looked back towards Hermione, wand still pointed, Malfoy snarled; “Now”.

Mulciber looked disappointed but sneered at her as he said to her “Don’t worry, I’ll be back for you later, Mudblood” and with that he twirled around and strode out of the room, black robes billowing out behind him.

Hermione had never been happier to see the Ferret in her life, especially when he made his way down the stairs, and she saw that he was carrying her daily tray of food. When he reached the bars of her prison cell he stood there for a second.

“Hello, Granger” He said, his tone light and conversational as he passed the tray of food through the bars, the tray fitted through easily, despite the fact that it was about four times as long as the gap in the bars.

Malfoy leant back against the wall smirking at her as she greedily drank down half of the water in the glass, not wanting to finish it all straight away; the water soothed her parched throat and she had to force herself to put the glass down still half full. She ate the food slowly; there was a slightly stale dinner roll, a slice of cold roast meat that was mostly fat and gristle, and a thick slice of cheese that had a small spot of mould on it.

Hermione wondered if they kept food until it was old and off, on purpose, or if they just gave her the food that they would have thrown out otherwise. If it was the latter, she wondered whether she would get anything at all if they only had fresh food in the kitchen. The dry bread scraped her sore dry throat as she swallowed it in small bites, unable to resist; she drank the rest of the water to sooth her throat.

“Thirsty, Granger?” Malfoy smirked, Hermione had almost forgotten that he was there, she glared at him. He pulled out his wand, she stopped eating and cowered on the floor, she hated herself for being so weak, especially in front of Malfoy. She glanced up at him fearfully to see a confused look on his face as he looked down at her cowering form. He took a step forward and stopped as she flinched. He pointed his wand towards her.

“Aguamenti” he said, and her glass was re filled with water.

Hermione looked up him shocked, “Th, thank you” Hermione whispered; her voice rough and cracked, a result of the screams that had been forced through her voice box; as well as from dehydration. A look passed over Malfoy’s face that Hermione couldn’t quite work out, but it was gone as quickly as it came, replaced with the famous Malfoy sneer before he strode up the stairs and was gone.

The next time she saw Malfoy was two weeks later, and he didn’t come all the way down the stairs.

The Death Eater, who was bringing her food to her that day, had just purposefully knocked over the one glass of water she received per day.

“Oops...” He smirked as the water tipped. Hermione almost burst into tears as the precious liquid spilled from the glass, she debated with herself as to whether she should try to lick the spilled liquid from the filthy floor.

Fortunately she was saved from even making the choice when Malfoy spoke up from the stairs “Clean that up and refill the glass” his icy voice demanded.

“What?” asked the Death Eater, confused.

“I said clean up the water you just knocked over, and refill the glass. Is any of that too difficult for your thick head to comprehend?” Malfoy sneered at the Death Eater, who was clearly below him in rank. The Death Eater scowled at Hermione, as if she was the one who had caused him to humiliate himself in front of Malfoy. He grudgingly did what he was told, and Hermione was, again, immensely grateful to Draco Malfoy.

“You’re wanted in the drawing room” Malfoy stated his reason for coming down, after the Death Eater had done what he was told. The man strode from the room, brushing past Malfoy on his way up the stairs. Malfoy lingered for a moment, watching her, before turning and following the other man up the steps.

The next few days felt like they went on for weeks, she guessed that a new lot of Death Eaters were staying at the Manor, as more people, if they could be called people, came down to her prison to taunt and torture her. Hermione thought of Neville’s parents and hoped desperately that she wouldn’t end up losing her mind like they had. The few times she had tried to stand up, her legs wouldn’t support her and she only made it a few steps across the floor before they gave way underneath her and she collapsed to the floor exhausted from the effort of trying to use her tired muscles.

She was just trying once again to stand up and use her legs, when Malfoy came down the stairs once again. He looked away when he saw her collapse to the ground again breathing hard, and didn’t mention her failed attempt at standing up he just pushed her meal towards her through the bars and walked out.

His occasional appearance in the dungeons continued like this for a while. Occasionally he would greet her as he came in, or he would stay a few moments before leaving and sometimes he even refilled her glass for her; one time he came down he sat there without saying anything to her, and refilled her glass three times before getting up and leaving the room. Hermione was starting to look forward to the days he would visit her, and when he did she would smile at him as he came in, even though the effort sometimes caused her parched lips to crack and a trickle of blood to run down her chin.

Hermione was starving today, no one had brought her any food the day before and her stomach was aching, so she was incredibly happy when it was Draco who came down the stairs carrying the usual tray of stale food. She didn’t know when she had started referring to him as Draco rather Malfoy, or Ferret, but one day she had shocked herself, and him, when she had thanked him by saying ‘Thank you, Draco’ after he had given her food to her.

Today Draco didn’t stay, he slid the food in and left hastily, without looking at her once; Hermione thought that he looked oddly guilty while doing this, but shrugged away the thought.

She realised what the look on his face was about when she bit into the bread, which looked and felt just as old and dry as usual but when she tore off a chunk and put it into her mouth it was soft and moist; it tasted freshly baked. He had charmed a tray of fresh food to look like the old stale food she was usually given. When she had finished eating the delicious food she thought that she felt fuller than she had felt the entire time she had been held prisoner.

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