Dramione : A Kidnap Story

Chapter Twelve : The Different Side of Draco Malfoy

Hermione's P.O.V:

I stirred at the sound of a beautiful voice filling the room. Who could it be? As I turned, Sandy appeared, singing softly. Her voice was mesmerizing.

"I like your voice," I smiled.

"Thank you," she beamed.

"Did you see Mr. Malfoy?" I asked, curious about his whereabouts yesterday.

"Mr. Malfoy went out," she informed me.

"Out? Where?" I inquired.

"I don't know. He just asked me to bring you something to eat. So here," she handed me a large plate filled with food.

"Oh, what's this?" I asked, delighted.

"That's my favourite food. You should try it. And here's some juice," she added.

"Thank you," I hugged her tightly as she left.

"Alright, I'll be waiting for you," I smiled after her.

Once alone, boredom crept in. The room felt dark and lonely, the bed uncomfortable, the covers cold. With no books or anything to occupy myself, I loathed my current situation.

As I attempted to fix my covers, the door creaked open.

"Sandy?" I called out, expecting her return.

"No, unfortunately," Malfoy's voice filled the room

I looked up to find Malfoy standing there instead.

"I heard you were out. Did you meet your fiancée again?" I inquired.

"No," he muttered, his gaze falling. There was a heaviness in his demeanour that caught my attention. Perhaps they had an argument, I speculated.

"So, what were you doing?" I pressed, sensing something troubled him.

"Checking on something," he replied vaguely.

"Something? What is it?" I prodded, concern evident in my voice.

"Why do you have to ask about everything?" he snapped, his tone sharp.

"Sorry," I quickly apologized, taken aback by his sudden outburst.

Draco's P.O.V:

"Sorry," she murmured, her expression faltering.

"I was searching for the truth," I explained, deciding to be more forthcoming.

"The truth? Of what?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued.

"Someone's death," I clarified, hoping she would understand.

"Ron. What did you find out about him?" she asked, her voice tinged with fear.

"He's not dead, just injured," I revealed, watching her reaction carefully.

"Thank you, Malfoy. That's so sweet of you," she said, gratitude evident in her words as she hugged me.

"That's the last thing I'll do for you," I replied coldly, trying to maintain my usual demeanour.

"Alright, as you want," she responded calmly, taking it in stride.

"Come, I want to show you something," I said, taking her hand and leading her away.

"Where?" she asked, curiosity evident in her tone.

"Follow me," I instructed, leading her to a place where she could see a different side of me, one she might not expect.

Hermione's P.O.V:

As I followed Malfoy, curiosity gnawed at me. Where was he taking me? His demeanour was different, and his sudden willingness to reveal information about Ron's condition intrigued me. Could this be another side of him I hadn't seen before? Or was there an ulterior motive behind his actions?