The Different Side

Chapter 8: Draco

They had kept me locked up in this room for days. When they first flung Hermione into the room about four days ago, I could t believe it. The first thing I tried to do was wake her up. I was shaking her to try and get her to wake, but it didn't work. I sobbed, and screamed curses at whoever did that to her. I made her a bed out of some chairs I found in the corner, and some burlap sacks. The only proper piece of furniture (besides the chairs of course) was an old beautiful piano.

I had played the piano for many years, nothing makes me feel more at peace than sitting at the piano and just playing. It's like nothing else matters, like there is nobody around but me. It's the only way I know to express myself. It's the only time I felt at home during those few days. Sometime I would just sit and stroke the keys, watching Hermione sleep. Wondering who she was dreaming about.

They beat me, and whipped me, they used muggle torture devices and it hurt. They did this day and night, but when they left Hermione, they threw me into the room and they stopped. They knew it hurt me to be with her. To see her in that state. I thought of a million things to say to her when she woke up. So many things. I thought of shouting. I thought of crying. I thought of ignoring her. I did none of that. When I saw her looking at me, those beautiful eyes, I forgot all of that. It was like it was before. Before Ron, before the kiss.

As I said, seeing her awake again was the most amazing feeling, and it went like the blink of an eye. The man in the boots had returned.
"I see princess has finally awoken"
I scowled, I don't like him calling her princess.
"Marco, take the girl to the holding cell. I have... Business.... With blondie"
Stupid oaf, I snarled at Marco as he walked past and pulled Hermione, kicking and screaming, away.
"Hello blondie, long time no see..."
He turned to look at me and his skin started to bubble. Polyjuice potion.
"Hello Benji."
Benji Fenwick. Part of the original Order, he was an inside man, giving us information on the order. Until we realised, of course, that he couldn't be trusted. He was falling for one of the members of the order, and after decided that that was t good enough. He handed him over to Voldemort to be killed. Who in turn, told my father to end his life. It was no secret amongst the death Eaters that Lucius and Benji were close. My father never killed Benji. At least, I thought he had, until now.

"Hello Draco. Last time I saw you, you were just a baby. So how is old Lucius then, hmn?"
"Fine thanks Ben, he's doing GREAT."
"Finally got his butt shipped off to Azkaban has he?"
"No, no he hasn't. But you'd like that? Wouldn't you Benji?"
His face darkened. He looked at me with such hatred.
"That man is evil, he deserves to be behind bars."
"I couldn't agree more, my good friend, but I must ask a small favour. Would you mind letting me and my lady friend go please?"
"Sorry Draco, but you are a Malfoy, and must be punished."
"But Benji... That's not very nice is it?"
"No. But I don't care. Robbie, go take blondie to the... Interrogation room please"
Ugh. Not again.